#Boba x Reader

[vodika-vibes]

You Don't Have To Worry

Summary: You hate being confined to bed, it makes you feel pathetic and useless. Boba has opinions on your feelings though.

Pairing: Boba Fett x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1561

Warnings: Reader is described as having hair long enough to pull into a knot and it's "fluffed" by Boba at one point. Reader wears fine silks, but there's no stated gender. Reader gets migraines based on how my migraines go.

A/N: I love boba and I have a migraine forming, so I squished both together and created this.

Click HERE to be added to my taglist

The worst thing about living on Tatooine, in your opinion, aside from the rampant crime, the miserable heat, and the sand that gets everywhere, are the twin suns that sit high in the sky.

Why?

Because when you have a migraine, there’s no possible way to avoid the light.

It’s constant.

All consuming.

And it’s pushing you to start your villain arc if you’re going to be completely honest.

Boba won’t mind. Hell, he might even help if you word it correctly.

He’s great that way. 

You roll onto your stomach and bury your face in your soft pillows. Every movement is like someone is stabbing a knife into your brain through your eye. Maybe, if you smother yourself, the pain will go away.

The Chrono next to the bed chimes annoyingly, and even that noise is enough to make you groan in pain. Blindly, you scrabble for the small device to turn it off, and then you grab your comm and squint at the screen.

You have a meeting in two hours. One that you swore to Boba that you can handle for him. 

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck.

Slowly you sit up and roll out of your bed, literally in this case, as you just sort of sink to the floor while wrapped in your thin blankets.

This is fine.

Who cares if the room is spinning? You can handle it. And the nausea is easily ignored so long as you don’t try to eat or drink anything. And, so long as you don’t move your head too much, the pain is hardly noticeable. Ish.

You take a long moment to untangle yourself from your blankets before you drag yourself to the fresher to shower and make yourself presentable as Boba’s Riduur.

Luckily, you can do your morning routine blindfolded. 

Body and hair are washed, and then your hair is styled and twisted up off your neck. Lotion, to keep your skin from cracking due to the dry air, and makeup, because you do have to look like you belong next to Boba. You elect to skip your perfume, knowing from experience that the scent will make you throw up, and instead apply a little more lightly scented lotion.

Then you drape your body in the fine silks that Boba buys for you and pull on the sturdy boots that Boba and Fennec insist you wear under your fine clothes, and you stop and stand in front of your full-length mirror.

There. Perfect.

You look, every inch, like the Daimyo’s Riduur. Perfectly styled and coifed.

And, you did so without crying or throwing up.

You deserve a gold star.

Now. All you have to do is get through this meeting without showing that you’re in pain. Easy.

At least, it’s easy in theory.

Half an hour later, you’re having some regrets as the men you’re meeting with are both very loud and very drunk, and you’re torn between stabbing them to make them shut up, and stabbing yourself to make the pain go away.

Much more distressingly, you can feel Boba’s gaze on you.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve gone out of your way to make sure that you look fine, and that you’re using all of your skills (developed over years of working retail) to keep a placid smile on your face.

Boba knows that there’s something off with you.

Of course, he does.

He has a sixth sense when it comes to you.

If he finds out, for sure, that you’re working with a migraine he’s going to scold you. And this will be just another burden your Riduur will have to bear.

So you shove the pain to the back of your mind, and you smoothly get the meeting back on track.

Though, in the end, it doesn’t matter.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Boba interrupts the meeting and sends the businessmen on their way with a curt, “We’re not interested.” As soon as the room is empty, he pulls his helmet off and pins you with a severe look.

You avert your gaze and absently twist a strand of hair between your fingers. It’s so hot, already, that your hair is already falling out of the knot you put it in. 

“You have a migraine?” It’s not a question, for all that it’s phrased as such.

“I’m fine,” You reply immediately, turning your head to look at him, only to wince at the stabbing pain in your head, “You don’t have to worry about me.” You try to reassure him, but his expression only grows more severe.

“It is my job as your riduur to worry about you.”

“Well, yes, but—”

He presses his hand over your mouth, “You’re going back to bed. Have you taken anything yet?”

You sigh and your shoulders droop slightly, “No.”

“Why?”

You twist your lips but don’t answer him. Can’t answer him, really, around the lump in your throat. All you wanted was to prove that you could stand next to him without adding to his troubles. To prove to all of the people who claimed that you don’t belong next to Boba wrong.

And you can’t even do that right.

Boba sighs, a heavy noise that has you cringing internally. 

“Come along, riduur. Let’s get you settled back in our room.” Boba’s hand is light as it settles on your lower back. He doesn’t seem to mind that you don’t want to answer him.

The walk back to your room is long and quiet. A part of you appreciates it, your head hurts so much that any talking sounds like torture to you. And a part of you can’t help but worry if Boba is actually that mad at you.

Once you’re both in the bedroom, Boba carefully pulls your hair out of the complicated knot you pulled it into earlier and uses his fingers to fluff your hair, then he peels you out of the fine silks you’re wearing and pulls one of his shirts over your head.

It’s only after he sits you on the end of the bed and starts wiping the makeup off your face that he speaks again, “Do you feel like telling me why you didn’t take your medicine yet?” He doesn’t sound angry, just mildly curious.

You shrug a single shoulder.

He lightly taps your chin, “Head back, riduur, I need to get to your eyes.”

You obediently obey him, your eyes closing as you tilt your head back.

He’s quiet for a bit longer as he cleans your face with the same meticulous detail that he pays when he’s cleaning his armor, “You know, we got that medicine to help you with your migraines, riduur.”

“It makes me tired.”

“There you are, I was worried that someone stole your voice,” He sinks to his knee in front of you, his dark eyes scanning your face, “I’d rather you be tired than in pain, riduur.” One of his hands rests on your knee, and you absently trail your fingers over the top of his glove.

“I know.”

He swiftly tugs his glove off and flips his hand so he can take your hand in his, “So why would you allow yourself to stay in pain? Talk to me, riduur. I can’t help if I don’t know the problem.”

“I just…” You trail off, “I promised that I would handle it—”

“Riduur, we were never going to agree to the deal, the meeting wasn’t so important that you needed to torture yourself.” Boba’s voice is so gentle with you that you want to cry.

“I didn’t want to add to your burdens.” You admit, “And my migraines…” You trail off, “I’m sorry, Boba.”

“You don’t have to apologize for getting migraines, it’s not your fault.” He kisses your hand, “but, I’m very curious to hear who, exactly, called you a burden to me.” His voice is still very light, and conversational, but there’s an undertone in his voice that you’re very familiar with.

Something dark and dangerous. 

Something you haven’t heard in his voice since he stepped up as Daimyo.

“Whatever you’re thinking,” You start, “I’m not worth it—”

“I disagree. You’re my riduur and someone made you feel like you’re lesser than you are. That is very much worth my time.”

You’re quiet for a moment, and then you sigh, “Just some people I grew up with, and some members of my family.” 

He nods but doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he kisses your hand one more time, and then goes into the fresher and returns with a single foil packet. “One pill, right?”

“Yeah.”

He hands you the packet and makes sure that you take the pill before he ushers you back into bed and tucks your blankets around you, “I’ll bring you lunch in a couple of hours. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

You release a soft laugh, “I promise.”

“Good.” Boba kisses your temple, “Love you, riduur.”

“Love you too, Boba.” He kisses you gently, and then pulls away. He takes a moment to make sure that the thick curtains are shielding the room from the suns outside, and he dims the lights, and then he’s gone.

And you, well with the twin suns blocked from entering the room, and your medicine running through your system, you slowly slip back into the waiting arms of slumber.

@heidnspeak

@justiceandwar98

@etod

@kiss-anon

@lonewolflupe

@silly-starfish

@msmeredithrose

@cdblake1565

@badbatch-bitch

@continous-mistakes

@falconfeather23435

@tiredbi-peach

@kimiheartblade

@clones-cyare

@cc--2224

@0revna0

@mira-loves-star-wars

@trixie2023

@rebell-ious

@padawancat97

@sweater-sloot

@bekahcurlygirl

@bb8-99

@maniacalbooper

@wax-birds

@adriennelenoir

@omegaprime18

@bad4amficideas

@dukeoftheblackstar

@yoitsjay

@liz-stat

@arctech-fox

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 24 - Oviposition

Summary: It’s mating season. Boba has a special request for you this year. 

Pairing: Boba x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, Naga!Boba, snake anatomy (Boba has two dicks), masturbation, mating, oviposition, lots of talk of pregnancy (cause that’s kind of the point), stomach bulge, lots of fluids, magic

A/N: I don't have much to say about this one but what do I have to do to get Naga!Boba to lay his eggs in me?

MASTERLIST

A gentle breeze brushes your skin as you lean against the balcony overlooking the red sands below. It’s still hot despite the setting suns, the warm breeze offering little respite to the burning heat radiating off the sand far below. You fiddle with the rings on your fingers, your entire body adorned in gold and jewels. Your thin, green dress rustles in the breeze, the fabric as fine as silk but thin enough to keep you cool in the hot desert. 

You step back inside, your room still heavily fragranced by the scented oils you had bathed with. Nerves flutter in your stomach as the twin suns drop lower and lower in the sky, painting your room in deep oranges and reds. It’s a beautiful sight, one you usually enjoy, but tonight you’re too anxious to bask in the sunset. 

You stop in front of the mirror, adjusting the gold, bejeweled crown atop your head. It was made specially for you, as was most of your jewelry. He likes it when you’re bedecked in signs of his riches, his power. That is what you’re here for. To show off, to be stared at. Another prized possession for him to keep in his palace. 

Well, that’s not all you’re here for. 

There’s a short knock on the door before it slides open, Fennec stepping in. A smirk flashes across her face as she looks you over. You’ve taken comfort in Fennec, the only other human in the castle, many times before. Boba only has so many uses for you, and you spend most of your time alone. 

Though, if all goes well, that will change tonight. 

“He’s ready for you.” Fennec says, holding the door open. 

You take a steadying breath before walking out the door, letting her lead you down to the sublevel where Boba resides. It’s cooler down here, the lower levels protected from the heat of the day.

Fennec pauses outside the giant doors to his chamber, giving you a steadying look before she knocks. The deep, gruff voice inside calls to enter and she opens the door for you. You take a breath, steadying your nerves before you step into the dimly lit chambers. The door closes behind you, latching shut. You know Fennec will stand guard, but the thought of being locked inside has the nerves twisting your stomach violently. 

You’re not afraid of Boba. You’ve long gotten over that fear. He would never hurt you, and has even gone so far as to defend you from others that got too close, others that thought they could touch. 

No, your nerves are swirling for a different reason. 

It’s mating season. 

Twice a year Boba goes through mating season. He’s more aggressive, quicker to anger, and always more possessive of his things, including you. He usually spent the height of it alone in his chambers, having lavish gifts sent to you and vast meals laid out. It’s always a strange time, but you’ve grown used to it. 

This time, he had a request for you. It took you by surprise when Fennec delivered the message, and you took a long time to think it over. 

“Thank you for agreeing to this.” Boba says, uncoiling himself from where he had been sitting in the corner. 

He’s thick and broad, from his head to the tip of his tail. His top half is human enough to not seem strange, with the exception of his pointed ears, slitted eyes, and the thin, sharp fangs you know reside in his mouth. You’ve seen them more than once, bared as a threat to anyone who angers him. Rarely does he use them, striking out only when necessary. Those who receive his bite never live to tell the tale. 

His skin is tanned on the top half, bearing many scars from his days as a warrior. The tanned skin changes into scales at his elbows and his waist. His scales are dark, the base black with green, red, and yellow spots coloring the expanse. His hands are big and his fingers end in claws, dangerous claws capable of taking skin off as easily as a knife cuts into soft butter. His tail is strong, flexible, and long, so long he could likely touch each end of his vast chambers if he stretched it out straight. You’ve felt its power before, had it coiled around your body, watched it coil around others and snap their bones like its nothing. 

He’d never hurt you. That he promised. 

He slithers up to you, towering over your form. You stare up at him, swallowing your nerves. 

“I wish to serve you in any way that I can.” You say, fiddling with the gold belt around your waist. “Of course, I didn’t know this was possible before.” 

Boba wants you to carry his clutch. 

The words Fennec had said to you, the message she had delivered just days ago when mating season began. You didn’t know much about his species or their mating before, and you weren’t entirely sure it was possible for you to carry his eggs. 

“They need a safe, warm place to incubate.” He says, slithering closer to you, closing the distance between you. He lowers himself down so you’re closer to the same height, a clawed hand coming to rest on your stomach. “And what better place than inside my most prized possession.” 

Your stomach clenches and not from nerves. You know he cares about you, but you had always assumed his most prized possession would be his vast treasure or his weapons. Not...you. 

“There are not many,” He says, his hand dragging across your stomach to hold your hip. “And there will be some discomfort with placing them, but I will do my best to make it as painless as possible. Do you have any questions?” 

You stare up into his eyes, his tail slowly coiling around you. You hadn’t even noticed it was moving, too captivated by him. “How will they...come out when they’re ready?” You ask. 

He smiles. “Your body will know when it is time to lay them. That will be the most uncomfortable part. Not all of them will make it, but no harm will come to you in the process.” 

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Okay.” 

He picks you up in his arms, slithering over to the lowered part of the floor where he sleeps. It’s full of sand, and you wonder if he buries himself in it when he sleeps. You know normal snakes like to burrow, and the image of him burrowing in the sand brings a smile to your lips. 

Boba coils his tail in the sand, covering a large area. He lowers you down so you’re resting against his tail, your body splayed out across him. His tail is warm, the scales smooth against your skin. It’s not the first time you’ve rested on his tail. You sit amongst the coils often when he’s holding court, draped across him in your finery. 

This is different though. 

His hands tug at the stays of your dress, removing it from your body easily. He keeps the jewels and the crown in place, trailing his hand over the pendant that falls right above your breasts. 

“You are very beautiful.” He says, staring down at you. It’s also not the first time he’s complimented you. 

It still never quite fails to bring warmth to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You say, slightly breathless. 

His hands trail down your sides, claws gently scratching across your skin. “I want this to be as pleasurable for you as possible.” His hands stop at your hips, his tail shifting to lift them slightly. “Touch yourself for me.” 

Heat blossoms beneath your skin as you stare up at him, nerves beginning to chew away at your stomach again. You hadn’t expected this to be part of it. You had expected...well, you’re not entirely sure what you had expected. Something so intimate...that certainly wasn’t it. 

You slip a hand down your body, fingers trailing over your skin. You keep your gaze locked with his as you reach your slit. You part your legs further, trailing your fingers over your clit. You’re sensitive, sex not something you partake in often, and you’re usually alone when you do. 

Your lips part in a gasp as you continue to tease your clit, the cool air brushing against your dampening slit. Boba’s eyes trail down your body to where your hand is circling your bud, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. His senses are different than yours, more sensitive, he told you once. He can hear and smell and see better than you can. You can only imagine what this is like for him. 

You continue to rub your clit, your eyes drawn down his body to his waist. Not far below where the skin changes to scales, there’s a slit opening. Your eyes widen as something begins to poke out. Not one something, but two somethings. Side by side, two cocks spring forth from the slit in his stomach. It’s not far off from where it would be if he were a human man. One is slightly larger than the other, with a wider hole at the top. 

Your ministrations stop as you stare at them. You have little experience with human men, but you know this is very different. “Are you...going to put both...” 

Boba chuckles, leaning forward to cup your face. “No, little one.” He wraps his other hand around the smaller one. “This one will prepare you first.” He moves his hand to the larger one. “This one will deliver the eggs into your womb.” 

Your lips part as you stare at them, nodding slowly. “Uh huh.” 

He chuckles again, pulling back so he’s hovering between your legs. He smooths his hands over your thighs, putting your slick folds on display. “This may feel strange. I promise it will not hurt for long.”

You gulp as he lines the smaller cock up with your pussy, dragging the head through your folds. It’s strangely slick, coated in some sort of lubrication. It doesn’t hurt much as he presses into you, the lubrication helping him slide right in. You moan at the stretch, watching the appendage slip deeper and deeper into you. He braces himself over you, rocking his hips as he works into you. 

You relax back against his tail, toes curling as he stretches you open, reaching deeper and deeper inside of you. Your pussy begins to tingle, the strange lubrication coating your walls. The pain of the stretch is gone, the strange tingling sensation taking over. 

“I-It’s strange...” You gasp as he presses further into you, bumping up against your cervix. It doesn’t hurt much, but your pussy continues to tingle, all pain disappearing, only the pressure of his cock inside you left. 

“It’s numbing you.” He grunts, continuing to push his cock up against your cervix. “It will make it easier for you to take my clutch.” 

“Oh!” You gasp, pleasure beginning to bubble under your skin as he fucks you. 

Despite the numbing you can still feel him, the pressure along your walls, the push of him against a spot inside you that has you almost seeing stars. 

You almost whine as he withdraws his cock, your tingling walls feeling empty despite the numbness. His hands wrap around your thighs, pushing them up and towards your chest. He tells you to hold them there, splaying yourself open further for him. Your face warms as he stares down at you. A twist of anticipation and slight fear burns through you as he wraps his hand around the other, larger cock. You expect it to hurt, especially as he lines it up. 

The pressure is intense, but there’s no pain as he presses his cock into you. Your body stretches around him, your lower stomach bulging a bit as he eases himself into your walls. You’re breathing heavily, fingers digging into your skin as you watch him move inside you, sinking deeper and deeper, spreading you open and pushing against that spot inside you. 

“Relax.” He says, hovering over you. His hands rest on his tail by your head, his cock sinking deeper and deeper until he’s pressed against your cervix. “This may be a bit uncomfortable at first.” He warns. 

You let out a quiet sound as a cramping feeling begins in your stomach and back, his hips sinking closer to yours. You wince at the pain, clamping around him. One of his hands cups your face, your knuckles nearly white as you cling to the backs of your knees. 

It doesn’t take long for the pain to dissipate, the numbing setting in. It’s a strange feeling as he pushes into your cervix, his body settling against yours. He lets out a groan as his cock begins twitching, a sudden gush of fluid filling you. You whimper at the strange feeling, his cock pushing harder and harder against that spot as he pulses inside you. 

His eyes are screwed closed, a deep groan falling from his lips as something pushes against your entrance. Your eyes drop down to where your bodies are connected, his cock bulging against your entrance. Your eyes widen as it begins to push into you, spreading you open even more. You let out a sound as you watch it push its way through your canal and your cervix. 

Something heavy and warm drops into your uterus, your entire body clenching at the strange sensation. Boba lets out another groan as his cock begins to swell and bulge against your entrance. 

He’s laying his eggs inside you. 

The second one pushes into you, stretching you open again. You’re expecting it this time, relaxing your body as the egg drops into your uterus. It’s still strange, but the thought of having his eggs inside you, and the push of the eggs against your walls has pleasure bubbling in your stomach once more. 

“Doing so good.” Boba praises you as another presses against your entrance. “Taking my clutch so well.” 

You practically preen under his praise, your stomach starting to bulge a bit as the third drops into you. They feel heavy, the sensation strange as your body works to adapt to the change quickly. 

You can’t help but moan as the fourth makes its way to your uterus, your hands releasing your legs so they can wrap around his waist. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as he continues to fill you with his eggs. 

The fifth one is the biggest, nearly catching on your entrance as Boba pushes it through with a deep groan. You can only imagine what it feels like for him, your walls fluttering around him. 

“One more.” He groans, sharp fangs dragging along your neck. “Doing so good for me, princess.” 

You cum as the sixth egg pushes its way into you, the pressure against that spot inside you too much. Your back arches, pressing you closer to him as you cum around him. He groans, releasing more fluid into you before he eases out of your cervix, drawing his cock from your walls. 

You’re still coming down from your high as his cocks disappear back into his slit. You stare down at your bulging stomach, pressing your hand against the bump. You make a sound as you feel the eggs move within you. You wonder if they’ll get bigger, or heavier. They already feel heavy, firm and solid within you. 

Boba puts his hand next to yours, claws tickling your skin as he feels his clutch inside you. He leans back over you, kissing you softly. “Thank you.” He murmurs against your lips. “Thank you for doing this for me.” 

All you can do is nod, feeling exhausted from the effort of taking his clutch, even if you didn’t do anything but lay still. 

“You should rest.” Boba says, laying himself next to you on his tail. “It is late.” 

You feel your eyes fluttering closed even as you try to fight it, exhaustion and sleep taking over as you drift off to sleep on his coiled tail. 

Ragu List:

@kaminocasey @rosechi @mxkyrie @bobaprint @star-trekker-0013 @padawancat97 @bamfahsoka @rain-on-kamino @thrawnspetgoose @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @wolffegirlsunite @dukeoftheblackstar @starrylothcat @sev-on-kamino @freesia-writes @anxiouspineapple99 @wings-and-beskar @dystopicjumpsuit @littlemissmanga @madameminor @eris-k @clio3kantarella @moonlightwarriorqueen @sleepingsun501 @originalcollectionartistry @maddiedrmr @idontgetanysleep @sinfulsalutations @clonemedickix @523rdrebel @deejadabbles @starqueensthings @multi-fan-dom-madness @wizardofrozz @mythical-illustrator @sunshinesdaydream @mooncommlink @lickylickylicky @sweetheartsnips @ghostperson69 @jediknightjana @jedi-hawkins @dalu-grantkylo @cw80831

[bta00]

Angsty Boba Fett Fics

(with a happy ending)

We Only Said Goodbye With Words

An Ardent Servant

An Error of Judgement

The Break Up

All My Ecstasy

In My Head We Belong

[bobathirstaccount]

Bad Things on AO3

[blackmonitor]

Chapter 11 is up! (This is where the smut begins 🤭) And some old, and not posted art for you all 🥰

[sinfulsalutations]

one day i will write for boba fett and not get so embarrassed and just leave the unedited first drafts to rot in google docs

[fandom-blackhole]

How about 81 and 90 for boba?

Come Celebrate with Me!

89. First Time  90. Unexpected Virgin

Boba Fett x AFAB!Reader

Soft caresses with rough, callused and scarred hands trail your body leaving paths of sparks that buried in your skin and made you feel as if you were burning alive. Sun chapped lips trailed your jaw and collarbone as your own lips parted in a soft sigh and you threw your head back to give your lover more access to your neck. Baring your throat where he grazed his teeth across the supple skin making you gasp and curl your fingers into his shoulders harder.

You and Boba had been together in some way for awhile, taking care of each other and slowly falling for the other was just written in your fates. You'd healed many bounty hunting wounds from when he still worked for Jabba, gave him a soft place to rest when everywhere around him was too dangerous to let his gruff down. Boba in return had saved you from many a bad characters and threats as well as helped you by bringing gifts of food and water when you had fallen on hard times even when you'd lied and told him you were fine. The two of you just circled each other for years, not moving closer until he disappeared, rumored to have died only to show up at you door years later, armor repainted and very much alive as he whisked you away to the palace he now claimed as his own.

That'd been a few months ago now, and since Boba has treated you like nothing short of royalty. Anything and everything you could have ever wanted he gave to you. But most importantly to you, the feelings the two of you had danced around previously were now shared and expressed through small touches- a reassuring hand on the small of your back, a trailing finger across you jawline, a keldab kiss before leaving for a few days, lingering kisses in the dark of night, hard kisses that never went too far after stressful days. But things never exceeded or went past chaste touches in a sense, hands never wandered too far, kisses never got too intense, the heat burning in your insides was never stoked to the point it consumed you, and oh how you wished it would. You wanted everything and more with Boba, but he always stopped short and you never pushed not wanting to cross a line and upset him.

But now, something had snapped in both of you, Boba's hands finally pushing up your tunic, running those sinful hands that you've dreamed about endlessly over bare flesh and you moaned directionly in his ear, whisper a soft, "Please," as you watched his pupils consume his brown eyes until nothing was left but an endless black hunger. As one of his hands continued to drift upwards he let his other skim downward, slipping a few fingers beneath the waistband of you pants leaving a teasing touch his fingers against your ass causing you to moan and throw your head back again, too which Boba took advantage of and nip at the hollow of you neck grunting as your hips involuntarily ground against his own. 

You felt drunk, high on every sensation Boba was providing you, so when he pulled back his face dark with a different emotion than before you felt a bit of whiplash from the change, but worry very easily over took the burning, even if it lingered naggingly in the back of your subconscious.

Quickly moving your hands to cradle his face, you met Boba’s eyes, which were still blown out with desire, making your belly clench, but you shoved it aside to instead ask, "What's wrong, love?"

His hands, now moved to your waist, tightened as he watched you, the silence stretching, but you waited knowing he was just trying to find his words. After a few minutes, as you were about to reassure him that he didn't need to tell you, that you didn't need to continue even though you so desperately wanted to, he replied, voice rough and torturously thick with conflicting emotions, "I can't….I… Little one, I don't know if I can…."

Confused, you furrow you brow and shake your head, brushing your thumbs across your lover's cheeks. "I don't understand, what can't you do?"

Closing his eyes, you could feel the vulnerability coming off him in waves as he pressed his forehead to your own and whispered, "I've never….done this. Gone further than this. I do not want to disappoint you."

Surprise overtook you, as you pulled him up to look at you once more, meeting his eyes with a soft, loving smile.

"I can't say I'm not surprised. I would have thought you'd had your pick of anyone in the galaxy."

When he saw no judgment, Boba relaxed a bit, leaning his face into your hands.

"I could have, if I wanted, I guess, but no one ever was special enough to peak my interest, for me to want them. Not before you, and after you… after meeting you no one else would ever be special enough, little one, I only ever wanted you."

Biting your lip you couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine at his confession, the heat slowly creeping back to you conscious.

Unable to take it, you leaned forward and gave him a deep kiss, tongue pressing to his own as you swallowed each other's moans and one of your hands trailed downward, over his chest and stopping at his abdomen.

"I have wanted you for so long it has hurt. I don't care how much experience you have, only that you love me as much as I love you."

You meet his eyes as your hands slips into his pants, slowly wrapping around his thick twitch cock as you lean forward again, pressing a slow kiss to his lips as your hand moves slowly, Boba’s eyes drooping in pleasure as your kiss along his jawline to his ear, whispering, "We can take things slowly. There's no rush to get to know each other. My love, we have all the time in the galaxy."

[masterjedilenawrites]

I already reblogged it, but I just now realized that the Boba x virgin reader fic brought back my Boba obsession 🫣😄 So thank you! 🥰

Aww yay i’m glad you liked it! 🤗🥰 He is a man worth obsessing over 😉 lol

[sgt-morgan]

Working on a fat ass Din Djarin x reader x Boba Fett fic because my dumb ass can’t concentrate on anything else but the insistent need for comfort rn. God, the moment my family stops being so goddamn complicated and playing chicken with the Big Sleep™️ my life will be so good.

[burningfieldof-clover]

Next on the list of @ilovestarwarsmen725 being absolute thots for Star Wars men, here’s a Boba HC. First time I wrote for him.

This man exudes power. He can have whatever he wants and everyone knows that. Most people couldn't say no. Most people on Tatooine respect Boba, unlike how people feared the previous occupant of that castle of his.

Boba had his fair share of partners. He was definitely never cold at night, but perhaps lonely?

He opened his palace up to his people. He invited everyone in for a banquet and night of entertainment. Rooms were available for his guests. Boba wasn't expecting wallflowers, but here you were. He instructed a Twi'lek to join you. After some time, the Twi'lek returned to Boba to explain that you turned them down. So, Boba tried another patron. And another. Eventually he became curious and approached you himself. It didn't take long for him to learn that you were waiting for him.

Boba took you to his room and started asking you what you wanted from him tonight. You asked for company. Boba had you sit on his lap and he commanded you to speak. He listened, not really comprehending since he was going to make the most of his time. He starts trailing his hands down your arms, petting your thighs, inching closer to the spot you were begging to be touched at...

If you weren't going to react to his advances, he took it as a challenge. Boba kept up his sensual touching, gauging your reactions. You started stuttering, grasping the piece of furniture you were seated on. Boba encouraged you to touch him instead. The teasing was going both ways until he was fed up and decided to make an example of you.

Boba led you by the hand back to his throne room where most of his guests were still mingling. He commanded you to undress. It was then he noticed that this was your goal all along... You wanted him to do this to you. Boba sat on his throne and had you ride him, suddenly finding himself a person he wants to keep around. If you're willing to be controlled like this... it more than he could have ever asked for.

[bobathirstaccount]

lmao — where’s the lie 😏

Hyperspace Head Boba x reader

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

[vodika-vibes]

hi thanks for spoiling everybody recently 😚 can I ask for a Boba Fett (you can choose either from RotJ or BoBF) paired with #3 of your 2nd smut prompt list, “Your eyes always glaze over when you cum”?

Spoiled

Summary: You spend an evening with Boba.

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 967

Warnings: Smut, aftercare

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope that this is okay! I don't think I've ever written anything that jumps right to the smut before, so this is a first for me.

“You’re doing so good, Princess.” Boba rumbles in your ear as he drags his calloused fingers down your sides, and then back up again. “So good for me,” He praises as he slowly thrusts up into you. 

You whine, arching up into his touch, “Boba-” 

“I have you, Princess.” He reassures you, his voice low and deferential. 

You’re perched on his lap, your arms tied behind your back, while he slowly fucks you. You’ve been here for a while now, and he’s already forced you to fall apart around him several times. 

At this point, the only thing you can think about is the man pressed against you, and the delicious sensation of him thrusting into you. Which is exactly what he told you he wanted when he arrived on your doorstep several hours earlier. 

He adjusts his angle and you release a cry as he hits the spot inside you, again, that has you seeing stars and your head falls forward to rest on his slightly sweaty shoulder.

Boba’s hand slides up your back and he firmly grips a handful of your hair, pulling you back from his shoulder just roughly enough that you release a pleasure filled moan, “You need to keep your eyes on me, Princess.” He orders, “Your eyes always glaze over when you cum, and I want to see it.”

You shudder and struggle to keep your gaze on Boba, but he makes it so very difficult when he increases his pace and pushes you closer and closer to another orgasm.

His name falls from you like a prayer, and Boba chuckles as he snakes his hand down your body to press firmly against your clit. It’s all the stimulation you need as he shoves you over the edge to your release. 

Somehow, likely because of his firm grip in your hair, you’re able to keep your gaze open and on him as you fall apart around him for the fourth, or was it fifth(?), time that evening.

He groans as you clench tightly around him and continues to shallowly fuck you through your orgasm. And once you stop trembling and are gazing at him though hazy eyes, he tightens his grip around you and starts thrusting hard and fast, chasing his own release with your sore and exhausted body.

He releases your hair, and slides his hands down to where your hands are bound behind you, and he releases you with a tug on the satin holding you still, and you immediately twine your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his curly hair, holding him as close as you can. 

“There we go,” Boba groans in your ear, “My sweet girl, made for me. Made for my cock.” He roughly drags his hands up your spine, “Gonna fill you, pretty girl. Gonna stuff you full.” His lips find a spot on your neck and you whine low in the back of your throat as he bites down, “Gonna make you mine. No one is ever going to make you feel as good as I do.” He pulls  you into a deep kiss, his tongue sliding along your lips, and against your tongue.

His steady rhythm falters as he thrusts hard into you and spills his release deep inside you. And you release a mewling whine as you feel his release paint your walls.

Boba’s tight grip loosens into something softer, and he presses his forehead against your own as he catches his breath. “I’m going to lay you down, Princess.” He murmurs once his breathing has steadied.

You nod at him slowly, and he eases you down to the plush comforter of your bed, and a low groan falls from you as his softening cock slips out of your, your mixed release dripping from you and onto the bed. You shimmy up the bed, with his help, until your head is resting on a pillow again, and you blink at him sleepily.

Boba smiles at you, adoration clear on his face, “I’ll be right back, cyare.” He leans over you and kisses you, softly and sweetly, before he’s gone from your bed. 

You lazily track him across the room with your eyes, and you watch him vanish into the fresher, only to return a moment later with a wet cloth. He carefully, lovingly cleans you up, and tosses the cloth to the side when he’s done. 

His fingers trail along your jaw, and you smile at him lovingly, “Boba,” You murmur his name, your voice slightly hoarse from the sheer amount of moaning you’ve done.

“There you are,” Boba replies, “Are you back with me now?” He asks as he lays on the bed next to you, his hands firm and grounding you here with him.

You nod, “Was a lot,” You say as you shift to lay your head on his chest. “Was perfect,” You add with a small smile. 

He chuckles, “Was worried you weren’t going to be able to handle it there towards the end,” Boba admits, he trails his hand to your wrists, which he then brings up to his mouth to lovingly kiss the bruises left behind by the satin, “We’ll have to switch material, I think. Satin doesn’t have enough give.”

“I like how satin feels though,” You reply.

He huffs out a laugh, “Then I’ll buy you satin sheets, my perfect girl.”

You smile at him, “I love you,” You murmur.

“I know,” His fingers glide across your lips, “I love you too, princess.” He lightly trails his fingers down your throat, “Are you feeling up to a bath?”

You hum and snuggle against him, “Will you carry me?”

He laughs, “I spoil you. But yes, I will carry you if you want.”

And you smile at him adoringly in turn.

[katsukiizmoon]

Personally I think Katsuki's virgin ass would never jump into sex. Are you kidding ? That awkward clunky lunk of aggression?

When he is ready, months later, he splutters at first. By now he's comfortable with hand jobs and fingering but this is unchartered territory. His hands shake on your hips, lip quivering when he's finally inside you. It takes him a moment to remember he needs to move.

And it lasts exactly four pumps, much to his embarrassment. He's so flustered by the whole ordeal he nearly cries. You're looking at him lovingly— happily, like he didn't just bust that quickly. It spooks him even more, somehow. He's so vulnerable now with nowhere to run or hide.

His face is so pretty, though, so you kiss it. And it comforts him more than he'll admit, which is why he promptly knocks out.

[bta00]

BTA00 5 Most and Least Verbose Boba Fett Fics

The top 5 wherein I would not stfu… (completed):

Knight In Green Armor (Daimyo Boba)

The Quiet God (AU)

The Devil Moving (Daimy Boba)

The Dune Witch

The top 5 wherein I Did stfu…

Vanilla

What’s In A Name

Day At The Beach

Casual Confessions

There Was An Attempt

[bobathirstaccount]

The Art of Convenience CH 1 on AO3

Stats -

Modern AU

Convenience store owner Boba x fem!reader

Written with 2 perspectives; 1st Boba, then reader

[littlemissmanga]

OMG This is soooo good!!! The denial, the forbidden attraction, the getting the care one deserves, I just love it all so much. Amazing writing!!

The App - Part 1

Summary: The App tells you who your perfect match is. But when Josh, your perfect-match-alpha, introduces you to his boss, you start to realise that the numbers are not always right.

Pairing: alpha!Boba Fett x fem!omega!Reader

Wordcount: 6.9k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, A/B/O dynamics (scenting, knotting, etc.), older man/younger woman, implied age gap, Josh is an asshole, technically some (primarily emotional) infidelity

Happy November! This is an idea I had a few days ago and it would not leave me so I used that burst of creative enegery to bring it down on (digital) paper. I am really so very excited for this story and I hope you enjoy it too! Please let me know in a comment or reblog what you thought and whether you would be intertesed in a second part!

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

The first time you met Boba Fett was a catastrophe.

You were sure you had never been so nervous. After three months of dating Josh, he had invited you to a get-together with his friends from work and you were eager to make a good impression. You had sought out your prettiest summer dress, the skirt falling to your knees and printed with a flowery pattern that made you happy every time you saw it.

Josh had not really said anything when you asked him whether he liked it but at this point, you had learned that if he did not say anything, that usually meant he approved. He just wasn’t very communicative that way.

His colleagues, on the other hand, were very communicative.

“An app, huh?” his boss, Boba, had echoed when Josh had answered the age-old question of So how did you two meet?

He looked very unimpressed.

“It's scientifically proven to get the best match,” you repeated the words Josh had said on your first date, “The studies have shown that omegas and alphas best match up through a variety of aspects –“

“That’s no way to meet your mate,” he said, interrupting your empty repetition of words you did not even know the meaning of. Still, you did not appreciate him criticizing the way you had met Josh. Like it was somehow less than. Like it was wrong.

“Where is yours then?”

“What?”

“Your mate,” you clarified, holding your chin up in defiance and, “Where are they?”

The man chuckled, clearly not offended at your words. His laugh was a warm sound making you feel like the sun was shining on your skin. “Nobody wants an old man like me, princess,” he got closer as he said it and you inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the scent of pinewoods and smoke, “Don’t need an app to find that out.”

You did not look away from him, you knew that was what he wanted. He was just dressed in jeans and a flannel over a t-shirt that hugged his body. His very large body. It did not take you long to gauge that he was not as sculpted under his clothes as Josh was. He did not have the six packs and the pecs and all these other muscle groups Josh kept talking about whenever he went to the gym. No, Boba Fett was not a bodybuilder.

But was strong nonetheless. His shoulders were broad, his arms thick and his belly made him look much more comfortable than Josh ever was. But Boba Fett did not want to be comfortable for you. He wanted to intimidate you and, in a way, he succeeded because you felt unsteady like your world had shifted just enough for you to get dizzy. But you were not about to let this man ruin the first chance you had to impress Josh’s friends, so you kept looking. And so did he.

Someone called your name. You blinked, trying to forget the brown of his warm eyes and turned around to find Josh waving you over to where he was standing with another one of his colleagues.

“Excuse me,” you said to the older man, making sure to seem as unaffected as possible.

“Sure thing,” you heard him murmur, the whisper of his hand on your lower back as you passed him, “Princess.”

You decided that the way your heart skipped a beat could be ignored.  

After all, you never had to meet this man again.

*

As luck would have it, you did see each other again.

It was a few weeks later when summer was slowly morphing into autumn, that Boba had invited his team and their partners and families for a last summer BBQ at his place. You had not felt great as soon as you had woken up but Josh would not hear it, making the point that you could still leave early if you did not feel better.

Not going was not an option.

So you chose your most comfortable dress, threw back a painkiller, and let Josh drive you in his new car to his boss’ place, hardly touching you because “I do not want to catch anything if you’re really sick, darling.”

You bit your lips and

Once you arrived, you felt a little bit better. But not for long.

You were in the middle of a conversation with Josh and one of his boring colleagues when a cramp hit you so strong, you felt like you were going to pass out. And with it the realization that you were not sick.

You were getting your heat.

As if the thought triggered your body, you could feel your blood starting to pulse, the edges of your vision blurring as the only thing you wanted to do was curl up and bury your fingers between your thighs. But you were not home. You were not even with your friends. You were with Josh and his colleagues and his boss and there was nowhere for you to hide.

Without looking at Josh, you turned around, trying to hurry into the house. If you could make it to the bathroom, maybe you could drink something, splash your face with cold water and beg Josh to take you home. Or take a cab.

“Is my presence so insulting that you need to run away from me?”

Shit.

You halted, not wanting to offend your host, but you also couldn’t stay in the garden where the BBQ seemed to burn hotter than before and everyone’s voices were so loud. But when he came to stand in front of you, he seemed to realise

“Woah,” he murmured, his tone shifting and his hand hovering over your shoulder, “You all right there, princess?”

You wanted to snap at him to not call you princess, to not call you anything, but the world was shifting again and a new wave of pain hit your abdomen.

“No,” you brought out, “I’m a little dizzy that’s all. I – I’ll be fine.”

You could not meet his gaze, too confused to fixate on one point on the floor while you tried to gather yourself. The cramps had set in sooner, and much worse, than you had expected and his presence did not seem to help. But you also did not want him to go.

“You are not okay,” he protested gently and you hated how careful he sounded, “You’re getting your heat. Should’ve stayed home today, princess. Let me get you some water and then –“

“No!” you hissed, your hand grabbing his forearm and you, “P-Please stay.”

Boba stepped closer to you and you were so grateful to be able to rest your weight on him. “Okay,” he murmured, all gentle and warm and you closed your eyes, “I will stay with you. But we need to get you somewhere safe and comfortable, ‘kay? Does that sound good?”

You hummed in agreement, following blindly. When you opened your eyes, you were in the kitchen and Boba filled a glass for you. Your eyes fell on his bare forearms, suntanned and bronze and just peeking out from under the sleeve of his shirt you saw the curling ink from a tattoo.

“Here, drink,” he held the glass up for you and when your hands trembled too much, he helped you take little sips.

“How bad is it?” he asked quietly, setting the glass down and you immediately reached out to touch him again. Touching him seemed to help.

“Bad,” your voice was hoarse, “Worse than I remember.”

“I am so sorry, princess,” he whispered, pulling you in for a hug and despite yourself, you closed your eyes, breathing him in. For a precious few seconds, it was like the pain was gone. Sure, the wetness between your legs was still seeping through your panties but you were no longer in pain. You felt … good.

His big hand was on your back, carefully holding you to him and you could hear him breathe, his chest rising and falling against yours and you tightened your arms around him. There was no logical explanation for why you buried your face in his chest and breathed him in. All you could think of was that he was warm and he smelled of a bonfire in the woods and … and he felt safe.

You had never felt this safe.

The hum he let out felt like a rumble under your ear and you smiled, wanting to shuffle closer still, to try and pick as much of his scent as you could so that maybe your nest could smell exactly like this.

When he pulled away – slowly, with his hands running over your arms and sides – you whimpered, trying to get your bottom lip to stop quivering because you had never felt

“I am sorry,” he apologized, looking pained and sounding genuine, “I shouldn’t have. Not with Josh and everything. You are in your heat and you need to feel safe, not be hugged by some strange, old alpha.”

You looked at him quizzically and it took you a moment to come to the frightening conclusion that – just for a second – you had forgotten who Josh was. The man you had met on countless dates, Josh. The one who was supposed to be your perfect match, Josh. Josh who had joined you in the kitchen now, looking as chipper and unconcerned as always, ignorant to the tense silence between you and the alpha before you, whose body heat you still felt lingering on you.

“What’s up, darling?”

“Seems like she is close to her heat,” Boba answered for you, calm and collected and sounding not at all as affected as you felt, “You better get her home, Josh.”

You did not need to look at him to know Josh was displeased. “You sure?” he asked Boba (not even you!), “It’s just the sun getting to her.”

Whether the tears came from pain or frustration at Josh’s unkindness, you were not sure. Maybe a combination of both. But you did not have the strength to stand up for yourself. To start a debate with Josh in which you knew he would do everything out-talk you and you would give up, defeated and tried and still in so much pain.

Boba looked at you with furrowed brows and you were surprised to find that of the two men in front of you, it was him that seemed to know exactly what you felt.

“I think you should get her settled at home,” Boba repeated, his hand landing on yours where you gripped his forearm, “You are in too much pain, princess, to stay here.”

“Is that true, darling?”

You wanted to yell at him. To ask if he really could not see the pain you were in, if he cared so little about you that he did not even register on a purely platonic level that the omega in front of him was in heat and in pain and needed him.

Well, maybe not him specifically.

Trying to ignore the strange mix of guilt, pain, arousal and frustration that broiled in your belly, you managed to nod your head. “I need to go home, Josh,” you whispered, your throat already parched again, “Please.”

Faced with your clear wording, even Josh had no choice but to agree.

“Can you help me get her to the car?” he asked Boba and you noticed, somewhere in the back of your head, that he was again speaking over you. Like you weren’t even there. Like you were a pet to take care of.

“Sure.”

Boba walked with you to Josh’s car, not saying anything. But you noticed it all, nonetheless. Noticed how he slowed his pace so you could walk comfortably. How he took extra care when it came to the steps, making a few encouraging sounds at the back of his throat when you fought through the pain in your abdomen to make your way down. How he held most of your weight, allowing you to fall back into the car without hurting you too much.

“There you go,” he murmured while Josh was tinkering away somewhere, “Got you all settled. Need anything? More water? Blanket? Food?”

You shook your head, your throat too dry to speak and you worried that Josh would get angry at you leaving a wet patch on his new leather car seat.

“You sure?” Boba checked in again, bowing over you in a way that blocked out the sun and you were glad for the shadow, glad for him so close, “Do you have enough snacks at home? Soft things, too? To tide you over?”

Despite your dislike of him, you found yourself smiling, your eyes closing with exhaustion and relief at finally sitting somewhere. “I promise, I will be all right, alpha,” you mumbled, the words heavy on your tongue, “You do not have to worry about me.”

His chuckle made your heart feel warm. “All right then, princess,” you heard him say, “You stay safe out there, yeah?”

You nodded and the car door closed. Left alone, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. The new car smelled like plastic and cleaner and you tried to remember the scent of the woods, of bonfires, of things that made you feel warm and cherished.

“Make sure to help her up the stairs,” you could hear his muffled voice, “She is in a lot of pain.”

“It is not that bad, Boba.” That was Josh. “You worry about nothing. She could have stayed here, I am sure, but maybe a nap is not such a bad idea.”

Silence.

“Just make sure she’s safe okay? The next week is gonna be rough, Josh. She’ll need you.”

Josh did not check up on you once during the next week.

*

It was a month later when you saw Boba Fett again.

And again, it felt like an absolute catastrophe.

You had been on your way to the next town over when a diversion had put you on a country road that snuck its way through the mountains. And your car – your usually so reliable car – decided that the third mountain peak that came with a steep curve was too much and just … stopped working. It was pure luck that there was a stretch of road that was relatively level which allowed you to pull over to the side.

Still, it meant you were left stranded with nowhere to go but to hide under the trees as the rain came pouring down on you. Your fingers were slippery on the display of your phone as you called Josh, who was less than enthused about your interruption but was gracious enough to come and pick you up.

After his meeting was over.

That was twenty minutes ago and you were soaked to the bone now. You debated on returning to your car but the smoke under the hood made you uneasy and you did not understand enough about cars to attempt to fix it yourself. Thunder roared in the clouds and you flinched.

Great. Fucking great.  

As your luck would have it, the first car that passed you stopped immediately and you found yourself hoping that maybe a nice family had stopped, offering to drive you to the next gas station or café where you could wait with a hot cup of tea. Maybe it was not too late to evade the inevitable cold you would catch if you remained in the rain any longer.

But of course, it was not a friendly family in the car, or an elderly couple on their way to their grandkids. No, the figure you spotted emerging from the truck was very familiar.

Your heartbeat picked up, racing in a rhythm all on its own and it was all you could do not to cry in relief. Because seeing Boba Fett walking towards you, wearing a thick flannel and a green jacket on top, his head covered in a beanie, made you feel like all your problems had dissolved into thin air.

“I already called Josh,” you greeted him, too nervous to really speak and unable to put your happiness at seeing him into words. You should not really be happy to see him, after all, especially not happier than seeing Josh. But the way your pulse raced or how your lips threatened to pull up in a smile, there was no denying that you were truly, utterly, happy at seeing Boba Fett make his way towards you. “He’ll be here any minute.” I hope.

“Car break down?” the older man asked, expertly ignoring the mention of Josh, “You okay, princess?”

You nodded, ignoring how your breath hitched. No matter how you tried to twist it, Boba’s presence messed with your body and your mind. And you were scared of slipping up, of letting yourself … feel all of the emotions he caused in you. Stars, even just the mere worried frown on his face made your belly flutter.

“I’m okay,” you mumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “I don’t need your help.”

“Then at least let me wait with you,” Boba insisted, a frown on his face as he talked over the pounding rain, “It's freezing and I won't be able to rest until I know you’re safe.”

It should not make your belly flutter as it did. It should not feel like a bunch of butterflies were throwing a party in your belly, making your heart race and your palms sweat. And yet, you did not feel any unease at his request or at the thought of both of you in a small confined space. The only unease, if you could even call it that, was your own concern at how happy you felt to see him.

“Omega,” he rumbled and you froze. Something pooled in your belly and your breath caught in your throat. Boba did not seem to realize the effect his words had on you. “Please,” he continued calmly, “It is cold and raining and your car looks like it is about to fall apart. Get in my car and you can wait somewhere it's dry and warm. Please.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, still reeling from his words as you made your way towards him. Boba held the door open for you, his warm hand brushing over your back before he hurried to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat.

The raindrops on the windshield echoed in the tiny space and still, all you could hear was Omega. What did this mean? Had it been on purpose? Why would he call you that when –

“You okay?”

His voice sounded still as calm as ever but you swore you heard a tad of concern in there.

“No one called me that before,” you admitted, shrugging out of your jacket to avoid the water seeping into the further layers. And to avoid looking at him.

“Called you what?”

“Omega …” you whispered and rubbed your thumb over the wet fabric in your lap.

“Let me throw that back there,” Boba murmured, gently taking the jacket from you and putting it on the backseat. You wanted to protest that it would ruin his seats but then again, he did not seem to care about his car as much as other people did.

“You are telling me,” he paused a beat when he turned back to you, “You are telling me you and Josh have been seeing each other for a few months and he has never called you by your presentation.”

“He doesn’t believe in it.”

He scoffed, “Believe in what? That you are an omega?”

“He thinks it’s demeaning,” you shrugged, hating how small your voice sounded and hating that you already knew Josh would never call you that, not even when you would tell him you liked it.

“Your presentation is not an insult.”

You were surprised at how agitated he sounded but that confused you only more. Deep down, you knew Boba was right. Being an omega was not an issue. In fact, you liked your existence as it was, thank you very much, and if anyone ever gave you the option to change your presentation, you would refuse.

But Josh was different in that aspect. He was an alpha and while he had searched on The App for an omega as his perfect match, he did not particularly subscribe to the idea that different presentations could have different needs. In fact, he had called himself “modern” on your first date and had impressed you with his views that omegas could do everything betas and alphas could do (that – sadly – were not shared by all the alphas you had gone on dates with) and that he supposed anyone living their “omega truth” (which he had said with a wink and a cheeky smile).

What you had not expected was that by “living your omega truth” he had meant you would live it alone.

“Did he stay with you during your heat at least?”

You pressed your lips tightly together, suppressing a wince at the memories of the five days in your apartment, all alone and desperate, crying into your pillows as you imagined strong hands holding you to a warm body that did not look like Josh’s. It had been one of the worst heats you ever experienced and

“What's it to you anyway?” you snapped yourself out of it, pulling your cardigan closer around you. The rain had gotten worse now, “It’s not like he would have helped.”

“It's not like he would have helped?” Boba repeated incredulously and your gaze flicked to him, finding his lips set in a hard line, the furrow between his brows had reappeared. He looked absolutely menacing.

And yet you were not afraid.

“Are you angry?” you asked instead, completely stunned by this large man worrying about you. Why did he care so much? Why did you want him to care so much?

“I am,” he confirmed, taking a deep breath as if to calm himself, “I am angry.”

“Why?”

“Because you were in pain,” he replied, his voice still all heated and growly, “You were in pain and could barely walk and stars, you needed someone to care for you. What if something had happened? Or – or if the food was not enough? If you had gotten dehydrated? And he was not there for a whole week? Stars, how could he have left you when all you needed was someone to care?”

You said nothing, embarrassment heating your cheeks at having coaxed this reserved alpha out of his shell. Everything he said was true and you knew it. His words brought back the pain of being left alone, the pain of feeling unwanted, for an entire week. But they also brought back your realisation that Josh was one of the first alphas willing to date you. Scratch that, he had been the only one willing to date you without giving the creeps.

At your lack of agreement, Boba’s face of anger morphed into one of disbelief. It was the first time you had seen him openly showing his emotion. It was the first time you could smell them. The woodsy scent and the smoke were still there but now it slightly burned your nose, making you want to curl up into him and brush your fingers over his jaw until the scent morphed into the one that made you want to fall asleep.

“You cannot be serious about him,” he stated, “You cannot truly think he is the best you can do.”

“The – the numbers don’t lie,” you repeated weakly, “Josh is my perfect match.”

“And what about anyone outside of this hellscape on an app?” he demanded gruffly, “What about alphas you get to know the ... the regular way. Ones that maybe aren’t perfect on paper but they love –“

“Boba, nobody wants me okay?!” you shouted, flinching at how loud you were, at how much pain your voice carried. But it was too late now. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I tried so much and no one – no one wants me,” you admitted, tears stinging your eyes but you refused to cry in front of him, “Not with the heats and not with omegas being so high-maintenance and – and the best I can do is someone who doesn’t hate the fact that I need to build nests to feel safe. And if the price I have to pay to not be alone most of the time is to be alone during my heats then I,” you held back a sob, “Then I can accept that.”

Your words lingered between you for what felt like an eternity. And when you felt your tears spill over onto your cheeks, you decided that you had humiliated yourself enough for one day.

“Never mind, can you just drive me home, please?” you asked, wiping at your cheeks, “Josh won't show up anyway.”

But Boba did not move.

“Everything you said is wrong,” he said finally.

Thinking he was about to start another discussion, you hurled around, the anger on the tip of your tongue ready to be let free. “How dare you –“

But the look on his face made you stop. There was something there, something you could not quite pinpoint and it made you want to hear him out.

“You are not too much, princess,” he stated again, “Your nests are not too much and neither are your heats. They are a part of who you are and you deserve someone who understands it, who – who helps you with it all when you need it and who supports you when you don’t. Someone who recognizes what an honour it would be to have you in his life. Not someone who leaves you alone at your most vulnerable.” 

He said it so calmly, so assured that he was right, it brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes.

How were you supposed to answer that? You wanted to reach out and touch him, his hand, his face, his shoulder, anything that would make you feel like he was real. Like he was really sitting in front of you and really had said those words and meant them, too.

But you couldn’t, you wouldn’t, because there was Josh and something in the back of your mind told you that as soon as you touched Boba Fett, something would happen that you would never be able to take back.

“Alright,” he sighed and put his hands on the steering wheel. They were weathered and calloused despite the office job he had and you wondered if he had a hobby that was more hands-on. Maybe carpentry. You could see that. “Let’s get you home, princess.”

Josh texted you twenty minutes after Boba had dropped you off that he would not be able to make it, after all.

*

It was a dinner, this time, that found yourself back in Boba’s home.

Everyone had brought something and you had taken extra care in following your grandma’s recipe for the cherry pie you had made just for this occasion. Now, surrounded by many familiar faces, you were sitting next to Josh while the dinner conversation, fuelled by too many glasses of wine, had shifted to the kind of topics that were sure to escalate into a fight.

“All I am saying,” Josh continued his tirade, one hand around his glass of wine, the other on your knee beneath the table, “Is that the only way to true equality is if we stop looking at what everybody needs and just treat them the safe.”

You had tuned out after he had hit the five-minute mark but you were secretly relieved to see that the majority of guests looked as doubtful as you felt.

“I don’t think that is very effective,” Chants, a fellow omega, piped up, “If we simply assume that everyone is exactly the same, we fail to recognize some fundamental differences that cause these disadvantages.”

You saw Fennec nod and chanced a glance at Boba. He sat half across from you, dressed in a black dress shirt that made you want to pop open the first few buttons so you could see his chest. But what made him look even more striking was the displeased, if amused, look on his face.

Josh made a non-committal sound, waving his hands around and you felt bad that you could relax now that he was not touching you. “It is not only about the job market, though, of course,” he said, effortlessly changing the topic now that someone had confronted him with a different opinion, “It is in relationships too. All this alpha and omega stuff,” he scoffed, “All it is is some leftover idealism from a time long gone where alphas had to pretend omegas were special to get what they wanted. Calling someone by their presentation is just an insulting throwback to a time in which we thought omegas were too stupid to realize it.”

Say what now?

Before you could even open your mouth, you heard a low chuckle from somewhere which got Josh’s attention.

“Do you disagree?” he asked sharply and you had to suppress your smile at how offended he looked. He really was not used to people contradicting him.

Boba did not look the slightest bit intimidated. Instead, he leant back in his chair, the image of pure relaxation. “As a matter of fact, I do,” he said, “I just think you don’t understand what all this ‘alpha and omega stuff’ is about.”

“What is it about then?”

You looked around to find the voice before you realised that you had asked the question.

“It's about taking care of each other,” he replied, looking right at you, “It's about keeping your mate safe – physically and emotionally. Sure, in the past their treatment was questionable at best. But any good alpha knows that finding their omega is the greatest luck there is. Going through life with someone who is truly yours, someone you belong to in the most effortless of ways … That is a happiness only a few have experienced. I cannot imagine a greater honour than helping an omega with her nest, scenting her when she needs it, and making her feel safe and cherished. And receiving this safety in return. Omega is not an insult,” he murmured finally, his voice so low and warm it felt like he was in your head, “it is a love confession.”

A beat of silence. All you could hear was your heart, the blood rushing in your veins in rhythm with his words. He was looking at you and you felt like he was speaking to you too, maybe.

“Well, that is one way to look at it.”

You flinched. Josh’s voice no longer sounded kind to your ears. It sounded grating, and cold, in comparison. “What do you say, darling?”

It all came crashing down on you then. Whatever you had tried to ignore the last few weeks suddenly became crystal clear. Josh was not your perfect match.

I don’t want to be darling, you thought, I don’t want to be your darling.

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded numbly, feeling your legs shake, “I – I need to powder my nose.”

No one paid any attention to you (except for one) and you were grateful to hear that the conversation continued as you made your way down the hall to where you knew the guest bathroom was situated.

His entire house smelled of him and the bathroom was no exception. The little room was snug but it had enough space for you to put your hands on the edge of the sink, leaning your weight forward as you tried to take deep breaths and sort out your thoughts.

Josh was not your perfect match. And even if he was, you would be gladder to remain alone forever than share your life with him. How had it taken you so long to realize that? And how did it take only Boba’s words to make you feel like you did not have to be alone? Like you could follow your feelings and maybe – maybe they were reciprocated and –

A knock at the door.

“It’s open,” you said, taking a shaky breath, trying to brace yourself for the discussion that would be inevitable when you told him that it was over.

But it wasn’t Josh.

Pinewood and smoke filled your nostrils and you felt yourself relax.

“Are you okay?” Boba asked quietly. He still stood in the door, leaving you your space when all you wanted was to have him close. “You were shaking when you left and I was worried …”

You tried to smile, though a look in the mirror revealed it looked more like a grimace and so you stopped. “I feel,” you swallowed, trying to get your trembling hands under control, “I feel –“

The large man stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The click of the lock should have made you jump, should have made you stand up and go back to Josh. The man you were dating, Josh. But you did not jump up, you did not excuse yourself and left Boba alone.

If anything, the knowledge that you were alone and undisturbed made you shiver and your heart race in anticipation.

“I know,” he said quietly, “I am sorry.”

“What is this?” you asked, afraid to know the answer, “Alpha, I –“

“You already know,” he replied, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror. He was looming behind you, the size of him caging you in but it did not scare you. “At least I know,” he continued quietly, “Knew it the moment I saw you step into the room in that flowery dress of yours.”

You turned around, deciding to just fuck it and finally say what you wanted. “Can you touch me?” you asked, “P-Please, I need … something. I don't know, Boba, I need – need …”

“I know what you need,” he whispered, taking a step closer and now you were trapped between the sink behind you and this very large and very warm man in front of you, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded.

His large palms cupped your face and your eyes fluttered close. You thought his mouth was about to be on yours and you were not even surprised to find that you wanted him to kiss you.

But instead, he tilted your head slightly to the side, baring your throat for him and when you felt his breath on your sensitive skin, you knew what he was about to do. The trembling in your body intensified but this time it was from anticipation. From want.

“The first thing I noticed when I met you was that you did not smell of him,” he whispered, the tip of his nose brushing the shell of your ear, “And I thought what a stupid man he was, not scenting the most beautiful omega I had ever seen.”

Your hands shot up, gripping the side of his shirt as if that would keep you from floating away. And then his nose brushed over your scent gland. The feeling was electric, pulsing, warming, coursing through your entire body and making you shiver in the best way.

“Fuck,” you breathed, feeling your nipples pebble under your lace bra.

He chuckled against you, repeating the motion, “No cursing, omega, love, don’t you want to be good for me?”

Omega is not an insult, it is a love confession.

“Alpha,” you whimpered, “Please.”

“Let me,” he protested gently, his hand shifting to the back of your neck, holding you steady as his mouth descended on your neck, “Let me take care of you, princess, I know what you need.”

And you believed him.

It was quiet in the small room save for the sound of your heavy breathing and the rustling of clothes as he stepped between your legs, helping you up on the counter. He was so close, making you feel dizzy with want and you were embarrassed to note that your panties were getting wetter by the second.

“I have never felt like this,” you confessed, your own hands wandering over his strong back, “I – I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s because you have never been properly scented,” Boba murmured against your skin, kissing and licking and sucking on your throat that had your pussy pulsing and your heart warming, “You don’t need to do anything. You just need to tell me what feels good, omega, and I will make you see stars.”

That was certainly something you could do.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in and the older man chuckled, his teeth scraping over your neck. “Someone’s needy I see,” he rumbled and you gasped when you felt him stiff against your core, “Finally got a taste of how you are supposed to feel with an alpha?”

“Don’t tease,” you murmured, throwing your head back and grinding against him when his mouth descended down your neck to your neckline, “This is – it’s so good, alpha.”

You had half a mind to pull down your dress for him, to have him. But there was something else you needed first, something that you thought you would get when his mouth came up again, his nose touching yours.

“I cannot kiss you,” he finally whispered against your lips and you whimpered (whimpered!), “Not yet.”

“Why not?” you asked, shifting your hips so you could feel him press right against your core, “Please, alpha …”

He inhaled sharply. “Because if I kiss you,” he murmured, “I won't be able to stop and I have a house full of guests. And because,” he adjusted himself in front of you, winking when he saw your open-mouthed stare at where his hand had disappeared in his pants, “The first time I fuck you won’t be in a tiny bathroom. And I know you wouldn’t want that either. Not when you’re seeing someone else.”

“Josh …” you realised with dread, guilt filling you at the fact that despite all your fears, you still had been intimate with someone else, “I – I need to break things off with him. After the dinner.”

Boba nodded, slowly stepping away from you, his hands running over your shoulders to your hands, lightly squeezing them before leaving you completely. “I will give you a minute alone,” he decided quietly though he looked as reluctant to leave you as you felt at having him gone, “I’m going to call you, ‘kay?” he asked, “After all this is over and – and you feel like you maybe … want to see people.”

“Okay,” you said hoarsely, your heart still threatening to burst out of your chest, “Okay, alpha.”

He threw a look back at you, the door already half closed behind him, “See you in a minute, omega.”

Omega is not an insult, it is a love confession.

*

“You smell odd,” Josh wrinkled his nose on the way home and you looked at him in disbelief. Everything around you reeked of Boba, the scent of pinewood and smoke so clear in the air you were surprised he had not picked it up as soon as you had sat down next to him.

The rest of the dinner had been an absolute disaster with Josh continuing to want to convince everyone he was right about his opinions on the omega problem (as he called it) and you had done your best to occasionally look at someone other than Boba. Boba had looked particularly smug the rest of the night though there was some frowning, too, when Josh had used your relationship as the perfect example of how his theories worked. And all you had wanted to was tell him to shut up. Because he didn’t know you and he certainly didn’t love you. He just loved the fact that he had found someone with an alleged 98% match on The App and had decided that that must be enough for you to love him.

“I got scented,” you heard yourself say, your voice surprisingly strong, “By Boba.”

“Ah yes,” he nodded, “That must be it.”

“Are you – do you not care?” you asked, shocked.

“Of course, I am displeased,” he shrugged, “I never thought you would be the kind of omega that would let herself be scented. But the app says we are a perfect match and the app doesn’t lie.”

You spotted your apartment complex at the end of the street and finally felt free to say what you had wanted to say all evening.

“This is not working,” you announced, “I am sorry. We clearly have very different ideas of what a good relationship looks like and I want – I deserve – someone who takes care of me during my heat. Who picks me up when my car breaks down and who does not decide what kind of omega I am. And what do you even mean by that kind of omega? Like there are good ones and bad ones and if I suppress all my wants and needs and desires and try my hardest to act like I have no presentation at all, I am a good omega? Is that it?”

Josh was clearly taken aback by your outburst but he only said something once he had parked in front of your building.

“There is no need to get hysterical, darling,” he answered, though he did not sound very calm, “You had a long day. Let’s talk again tomorrow.”

“No,” you said firmly, “We are done, Josh. The App does lie because we are not a perfect match. Sorry for wasting your time.”

And with that you went home, feeling ten tons lighter.