#Boba x Reader

[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.

[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. 

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

[spookiifi]

Imagine: Boba Fett

Brought to you by my thirsty mind & the song, Step On Me - The Cardigans:

NSFW BELOW

brat taming, nicknames, slight choking, pinning, helmet kink (ofc), predator/prey kink

You're his personal bounty. It’s only the two of you. You were on the run for a while. It was a little game the two of you played.

Like a cat and mouse

He has you pinned in the back hallway of the cantina. It’s just the two of you.

“You’ve made quite the impression, princess.”

“Can’t get enough of me, can you, darling?” You grinned.

“Still the biggest tease.” The bounty hunter’s hand snaked up to your throat. “Someone ought to teach you manners.”

The gloved hand that rested on your stomach grabbed your wrist, snatching it from touching his helmet. “Tsk, tsk. The helmet stays on. You know the rules.”

[deewithani]

Patience

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: ROTJ era Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 377

Warnings: Established relationship, unprotected P in V sex, no plot all porn, Boba’s full of himself.

A/N: I’ve had this essentially finished since November 2022, but couldn’t push forward to post it. Posting as a drabble to hopefully bring myself out of my posting block. Oh, this was also based on a dream.

It feels like he has been at it for hours.

You would have tapped out long ago, but kriff the man and kriff his challenge. 'I bet I can make you come without touching that perfect clit of yours.' And gods, you were stubborn enough to let him try. But now here you were, ass in the air, forearms barely able to hold your weight, with bruises that were certain to be blooming underneath the fingertips that were digging into your hips with each snap of Boba's hips.

They say the mark of a great bounty hunter is patience, and Boba's patience seems never ending. He has been relentless, keeping a strong, steady pace until he feels your pussy begin to clench, then he backs off, pulling you away from the edge and the blessed release you have been chasing.

He's toying with you.

You groan, coherent thoughts having long fled. 'Aw, were you almost there?' His voice is filled with mirth, more than Boba shows anyone else. He reaches between your legs, and you hope for some much needed relief, but release is denied to you yet again, his fingers slipping to either side of your clit, spreading your slick through your folds, but staying well away from the bundle of nerves that is throbbing for attention. 'Tell me what you want ad’ika, and you can have it', Boba purrs in your ear. 'Please, Boba. Please, touch me!', you moan, each syllable forced from your lungs as Boba continues his steady pace. 'I am touching you, princess. But if you're talking about touching that perfect clit, you agreed to -' he slows again, pulling you tight against his front and grinding deep ' - this, but I can help you'. 'You kriffing asshole!', you panted, as Boba shifts his stance and begins to pump his hips in earnest, hitting that one spot that had you seeing stars, over and over and over again. His name became a chant, 'Boba, Boba, Boba!', until finally, thankfully, he let you fall over the precipice, your core pulsing out its own rhythm, your slick dripping down your thighs.

'I said I could make you come without touching your clit. I just didn't say how long I would make you wait.'

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[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]

Hi! If your doing the mash up thing

Can you do Boba, fennec and leia for prompts 1 and 32 please?

Of course my lovely! Thank you for sending these in <3

1) Historical AU 32) Pregnancy fic Pairings: Boba x Reader, Fennec x Reader, Leia x Reader (afab!gender/race neutral!reader)

Boba, Medieval (warnings- violence, also pregnancy not outright stated):

His lineage was contested by many. It was well known that his grandfather had once ruled a kingdom, that he was quite loved as well even though his reign was full of fighting and a war that ultimately cost him his kingdom and his life. His father disappeared after his own father's death, many believing that he followed his father to the grave as no one had seen him in quite some time. But then he appeared again, fathering a son of his own, but with no wife or mother in sight. So rumors flew, many stating he was a bastard boy and a disgrace to the name of Fett. Over time however, those whispers were quieted when Boba proved himself a dangerous adversary, when he became the knight you'd call upon when you needed someone found, when you needed someone disposed of. His price was high and many of the nobility called upon him, and while they sang praises of his work to his face, they turned their nose up at his name behind closed doors whispering pities about his parentage. He made it obvious that even if he did hear the cross words they didn't effect him, that he was higher than all of them and the words they passed around like breads at a Sunday mass. You knew of him only through rumors and second hand stories, your family high within society but not high enough to ever need his services yourself. It wasn't until you were called to be a lady-in-waiting for your cousin, a princess finally of age to start courting. You'd been living in the castle with her for a year when a proposal for her hand turned sour with allegations that the man had already fathered three children back in his own kingdom and when her father ended their courtship, the foreign prince in anger had sent assassins to kill your cousin, the plot only revealed when another of her lady's sipped from the wrong cup one afternoon and fell over dead mere moments later. After that a knight had been assigned to be with her at all times and the King sent for Boba Fett, desperate to rid of the paid assassins after his daughter. When he appeared he was everything the stories had said and more. Stoic with amber eyes and dark hair, scars healed over and intimidating. Many of the maids were scared of him, and none wanted to be the one to wait on him while in the castle, but for some reason you felt drawn to the quiet man, curious about him in a way you couldn't explain. Which is how you found yourself voluntarily becoming the one to bring him meals- he never ate with anyone, sending even you away after you put the food on the small table in his room for you to clean up the next morning, to fill his baths, and cater to his every need as the king had ordered. It seemed as his stay went on, you weren't the only one with a curiosity, his own making an appearance one evening after laying his dinner out, and as you opened your mouth to ask if he needed anything else before you left, he cut in, "Why is it, that the little lady-in-waiting of the princess is doing a maid's job?"

You looked up to meet his eyes, confused and surprised that he was actually speaking to you. "Because I was ordered to by my king, sir," your statement came out more like a question, of which you're sure he noticed, but as he poured himself a cup of wine, he huffed and it took you a second to recognize it for what is was, a laugh. Then after taking a long sip, he met your eyes and said, "Perhaps it's because everyone else is too scared to come near me. But not you, you aren't scared of me."

After that he excused you for the night, your mind racing as you made your way to your bed. And following that night, he spoke with you more often, his eyes sharp leaving you with the feeling that he was looking for something, something you're sure he found with each skip of your heart in your chest. Days passed and Boba did his job, finding and ridding the assassins after your cousin, until one evening he announced that he could find no trace of anymore assassins, that he would be moving on soon. Your heart had felt heavy at the news, feeling empty as you left your cousin's room one night after checking on her for the evening before you were to bring Boba his meal for the night. Your head had not been with you, thoughts a miles away when you passed a large open window and a sudden pain over took you and a force brought you to the ground, it took many seconds, if not a few minutes for your thoughts to come back to you and you found yourself sticky with a red liquid that you quickly realized was your own blood when your eyes focused on the arrow now protruding from your right shoulder. Your thoughts scattered as your consciousness felt foggy, only one thought clear in your mind, Boba. Some how you managed to get to your feet, white pain over taking your vision as your subconscious forced your forward, following the path you knew would take you to the safest place in the castle. You would later wonder how you didn't run into anyone else making your way to his room, but in the moment you could only feel sorry about the red trail you were no doubt leaving in your wake as you made it to Boba's room. When you got to the door all strength left you and your body collapsed everything fading, hearing nothing but ringing as you felt a soft golden light wash over you and concerned amber filled you vision as you finally succumbed to the dark.

When you awoke, you had been told that days had passed and that Boba had taken you to the physician before disappearing for a day and reappearing with hard look and fresh blood against his armor. He never came to where you were being kept, and when you were finally released you had assumed that he had just moved on, his job done so he left. But you were surprised to find him in your small room after returning from dinner, his eyes hungry, soaking in the life that had returned to you, a relief palpable in his shoulders when you smiled at him and thanked him for saving you. He turned to look out your window, the light fading in burnt oranges as the sun set. "Why did you come to my room, there had been several other doors you could have stopped and gotten help from, but you came to me. Why?"

It was your turn to look away, the floor becoming much easier to look at than him. "I'm not sure. I only knew that....that I had to make it to you.....that I would be safe with you."

You didn't look up for his reaction, for the first time scared of what you'd find. You listen as he takes a few steps, stopping in front of you, his finger moving under your chin, bringing you to look at him he says, "Don't start acting scared of me now little one. Not after everything."

Then you find him kissing you, slowly and with a different hunger than before, this one consuming and with a deep seeded need. He didn't leave you room that night as he held you in ways softer than you thought he was capable. After that night, he stated his intentions to your father the moment he could when your father visited a few months later. Your father wary of letting your hand to fall to a man that held nothing but controversy, but with the fact that Boba had saved your life, and you yourself seemingly happier than he had seen you in years he couldn't say no, especially with the suspicious way both your and Boba's hands tended to lingered on your lower stomach.

Fennec, Revolutionary War (warnings- mentions of spousal abuse):

Your husband was not a kind man, you did not love him, and it certainly wasn't your choice to marry him. Your father had been desperate with the rising tensions between the Brits and the colonists and wanting to be on the correct side of the fight when it broke out he secured you a husband with strong ties to England, and a lineage only a few removed from some big Duke. You were well off, lived in financial stability but your husband with each passing battle and each loss for the british took his anger out on you. Over time you found it best to just be as silent as a maid, never speak and be just as docile, only finding comfort among the kitchen, baking breads and sweets to share at the tea parties you were forced to attend and using the flour to try and hide the ugly bruises that formed along your skin, in denial that the house staff did not know about them if you could only hide them. As loss stacked up and the battles drew nearer, your husband found it fit to open your home to the crimson coated soldiers. You didn't necessarily hate having the other men in your home, some of the younger men were rather pleasant to you, sharing thanks as you brought them meals and fresh breads. The youngest of them, a boy barely 15 pulled at your heart strings as he barely got around with his injured left leg. He was sweet and funny and always had a smile, reminding you of a brother you lost many years ago making you slip him sweets you would not share with the other men. Unlike you husband, and although you showed kindness to the soldiers, your own morals sided with the colonists, smiling in secret with each win and news of General Washington's strategies curbing the oh so great red coated army, even when the news brought with it new bruises from your husband. Around the same time that a fresh way of soldiers were brought into your home, you found out the worst news second only to the news of your engagement, you were pregnant. Your husband was overjoyed, proud of himself, while still threating you telling you that you had better hoped that the child was a boy. You felt like a ghost floating around your own home, smiling falsely at the new men in your home, bowing your head when a high ranking officer joined the home. You stayed timid around everyone, your kindness to the troops went a bit stale as finding the strength to smile became harder and harder for you. You're small soldier boy found small ways to bring them out though and introduced you to one of the newer soldiers, a man he claimed to be better than the rest of the men in the house, someone he said was safe, like him. The new soldier gave off an air of confidence and easy smirks, he was....well beautiful, there was no other way to describe him, and your young soldier was right, he was safe. He felt safer than anyone else that you've met. Fen, as he asked you to call him became your closest confidant, you told him everything and as you grew closer you found yourself falling for him. A late fall evening you'd been walking around the grounds of your home when he found you, joining you on your walk. It was that night under the shade of the large oak near the pond that he told you the truth. Fen wasn't a man like you'd all been lead to believe, she was a spy from the colonist sneaking plans from the officer in your home. She told you that her full name was Fennec Shand, and that she was to be pulled from where she was hiding because they were close to figuring out her identity. Under the moon and stars she took you hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, asking you to come with her when she left that night, and your heart full of this woman still, you nodded, and smiled whispering, "I would follow you anywhere, because you are the only person that I know I am completely safe with."

Leia, Regency (warning- spousal abandonment, Han Solo slander):

You were her first friend and her closest. You were there for her throughout her childhood and stood by her as you watched with an aching heart as Leia was courted by all manners of society the moment the two of you turned of age. You were there for her when she fell for the the hot head nobody, Han Solo. You stood to the side and watched as she lowered herself in society for a man you knew was not good enough for her. You tried to push away all ill feelings towards Solo, chalking your dislike of him to be jealousy as you buried your love for your best friend deeper and deeper into your heart. And as time went on things seemed to go smoothly, you watched from arms length and Leia seemed happy and truly that's all you could ask for, even as you resigned yourself to never marry, to live a life pining for a women you know you could never have, but she was happy and that meant so much more than your own happiness. Then came the announcement, Leia was pregnant and you couldn't help but feel her joy as she came to you the second she knew, sharing the news with a happy smile, as having a family had always been her dream. But things went downhill as apparently a family was not one of his own dreams. As the days grew in number he left Leia alone at home for work trips more and more and rumors spread of him drinking his days away in bars when he was home. Leia kept a brave face, she'd always been the strongest woman you've ever known, but alone with you she cracked, her sadness and frustration spilling from her as you tried to reassure her as she fell into your arms more and more. Until the day Solo disappeared into thin air, no note, no trace of him left, and your heart ached at the resigned air Leia took, still holding herself proudly. The two of you grew closer as you took it upon yourself to look after her as her pregnancy neared its end, taking care of her when the doctor put her on bedrest as things turned. You loved her through actions, never expressing your adoration, but more than content to be by her side, to love her closer than you ever dreamed possible. Then one night as you were sharing a warm meal, she turned to you with a serious but soft tone, "It should have been you, you know? I should have realized the it was you who I truly needed by my side forever. If you would, I would like to rectify this now. Stay. With me, with us. Forever."

[rosethornxs]

Kinda wanna write a sexy lil somno fic, but with who???

Din??? Boba????? Someone else???????

[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

[vodika-vibes]

Okay for the 650 follower event. I'm thinking something spicy~

Maybe Alpha or Boba in a Western AU ( Bonus points, though not required, if you can work in careful princess if you use Boba 🙈)

Fancy

Summary: Jabba, an absolute slug of a man, has been ruling the small town that you call home for your entire life. When you hear about the new bounty hunter in his employ, you fear the worst. Though, as it happens, Boba Fett isn’t half the monster that you feared.

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

AU Prompt: Western AU

Word Count: 2444

Warnings: Reader runs a brothel, smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Alright, I wasn't able to add the actual smut part without it throwing off the flow of the story, but it goes right up to the smut part and then stops. I hope you like it. Also, when I wrote it I was picturing ROTJ Boba.

“Madame,” You lift your gaze from your ledger at the soft voice of one of your girls, “I...have you heard?”

“I hear a lot of things,” You reply, scanning the girl for any visible injuries, before dropping your gaze back to your ledger, a frown pulling your lips down. Once Jabba takes his cut, you’re going be barely make any profit this week.

“Honorable Jabba has hired a new bounty hunter.” You lift your gaze again. You hadn’t heard that. “Do you...will he be...do you think he’ll be like the other ones?”

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly, “But so long as you’re nice to the gentleman-”

“They’ll be nice to me, yes Madame, I know.” The girl, because that is what she is, only recently nineteen, smooths her long skirts and straightens her corset, “We will be opening soon?”

“We will. All of you have been reserved for the evening. With familiar names,” You reassure, and you’re relieved to see some of the tension drain from her shoulders. “Off you trot,” You don’t turn your gaze back to the ledger until you hear the soft click of her bedroom door shutting behind her.

And then you drop your gaze back to the numbers in your book.

Maybe, with some careful editing, you can make Jabba believe that you made less money then you actually did. And then you’ll be able to afford the food that your girls need to survive.

It’s not as if the slug himself checks your numbers.

And his accountant has always had a soft spot for you, and your home.

You are the sole owner and proprietor of the Desert Rose, the only brothel in the town of Old Ashton. You used to be a regular employee, yourself, until some clever gambling and even more clever money hiding allowed you to buy the previous owner out.

So now you protect the girls to the best of your ability.

Unfortunately, the best of your ability isn’t good enough.

You close your ledger with a snap and slid it into the locked drawer in your desk, and stand. You smooth your dark green skirt and make sure your corset is laced properly, and then you head to the front of the house.

You may not entertain the gentlemen anymore, but that doesn’t mean that you can neglect your appearance.

The men are already lined up at the door, joking and laughing with each other. And, as you open the door, they settle themselves into a more respectful manner. They know that you will toss them out if they become a problem.

You have before, after all.

“Gentlemen,” You greet with a dainty smile, “Welcome to the Desert Rose. The girls have been eagerly awaiting you.”

It’s all a show. An act.

Honestly, you should have gone into show business with how skillful your acting skills have become over the years.

While you’re not sure if the gentlemen believe your words, they at least pretend that they do. Which is good enough.

You allow the men into your home and take the payments in advance, before you send them off to the girl of the night. And then your home is silent, save for the sound of music playing from the old jukebox in the corner.

Shelling out credits to make all of the rooms sound proof was the cleverest thing you’ve ever done. Right up there with the panic button you had installed in each girls room.

You’re about to change the song playing, when the bell over the door chimes as the door opens.

“Terribly sorry,” You say absently, without turning away from the jukebox, “But all of the girls have been spoken for this evening.”

“A rather small brothel you’re running,” The voice is deep and unfamiliar to you, and is surprising enough to you that you turn your attention away from the machine in front of you to regard the man.

He’s tall and broad chested, he takes up a lot of space in your foyer, though it almost seems like he takes up more space than he physically should. He seems to be allergic to color, you note with some distant amusement, everything from his boots to his hat are the darkest black. The only color coming from the dark green shirt he’s wearing.

“Old Ashton is a small place,” You reply as you walk around him and settle behind your desk, and you favor him with a small smile, “Welcome to the Desert Rose.”

He stalks towards the desk, there’s no other word for how he moves, “Boba Fett.”

“Ah. Jabba’s newest muscle.”

“So the rumors have already started.”

“As I said, small town.” You open your scheduling book, “If you’re looking to spend time with a girl, I’m afraid you’ll have to make a reservation. All of my girls are booked for the night.”

“Including you.”

You tilt your head to look at him, “I no longer entertain gentlemen callers, Mister Fett.”

His dark eyes scan you as best as they can with you seated behind the desk, and you’re fairly certain that he’s looking down your top. “Never?” He questions.

“Never.” You confirm.

“Hm.” He finally tears his gaze away from your tits and flashes a small, cocky, smile, “I bet I can change your mind.” He nods at you once, and then turns and leaves as suddenly as he arrived.

The front door closes with a quiet click, and you release a quiet breath. Cockiness isn’t attractive, you’ve never thought that.

But you like to think that you’re pretty good at reading men, and that didn’t read like cockiness to you. No, it reads as confidence. And that makes him incredibly attractive.

You tap your pen against your lower lip, and sigh, “Shame that he works for Jabba, though.” You murmur to the empty foyer, before you go back to work. Your business isn’t going to run itself, after all.

The next time you see Boba Fett, you’re doing your shopping for the week. Not shopping for the girls, but for yourself.

You’re window shopping, to be more specific. Eyeing a lovely green skirt that would pair amazingly with the dark brown corset that has been sitting in the back of your closet...and naturally a new dress would require new boots-

You almost manage to talk yourself into buying the skirt, when you hear heavy footsteps stop next to you.

“It’s a lovely color.” A deep voice, familiar in it’s unfamiliarity, jolts you out of your thoughts. “You’d look very good in it.”

Boba Fett stands less than a foot away from you, his head tilted down as though his words are for your ears and your ears alone.

“I look good in everything,” You reply lightly.

“I imagine you look good out of everything too,” He counters with a sly smirk.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder about.”

“Oh, I did wonder. Repeatedly.” There’s no shame in his voice, and you’re grateful that your thick makeup is hiding the blush you can feel burning your face.

Hurriedly, you change the subject before he notices your embarrassment, “I’m surprised that Jabba let you off his leash long enough to come to the market.”

“Just doing my job, ma’am.” He drawls.

“And what job would that be?” You shoot back, “Terrorizing innocent shopkeepers.”

Boba’s dark eyes pin you in place, and you refuse to back down out of sheer stubbornness, “Careful,” He murmurs, “Your sharp tongue is going to get you in trouble.”

“From you?”

He leans back, and somehow still takes up more space than a man his size should, “No. I don’t raise my hand against women. But Jabba is much less kind than I.”

“And yet you work for him anyway.”

“Credits are credits, darlin.” Boba scans your body with a casual ease that should have infuriated you, but for some reason, didn’t. “And you clearly agree, seeing as you run a whore house.”

“It’s a brothel, not a whore house.”

“A brothel is a whore house. You’re just arguing semantics now.”

You prop your hand on your hip, “I’m leaving now.”

“What about your skirt?”

“With the tithes that Jabba demands, I can’t afford it anyway.” You admit with a scowl.

Boba gazes at you thoughtfully, and then he nods and turns his gaze back tot he clothing in the window.

Assuming that he had nothing more to say to you, you cast one last longing glance at the skirt, before you turn and walk away. It’s probably a good thing that he showed up when he did, there’s no way you would have been able to afford the skirt and food for the week.

Later, as you’re putting the groceries away in your private studio, you admit to yourself that even without the skirt, you barely had enough money to get all of the food that you needed for the week.

As you open the Desert Rose for the evening, you come to the realization that you’re going to have to put yourself back on the roster to be able to keep food on your table, and to keep your girls fed.

Once more, several hours after the last man arrived for his appointment with one of your girls, the door opens and Boba walks into the foyer.

“Seems to me that you have rotten luck, Mister Fett.” You drawl without looking up from your ledger, as if staring at the numbers will make your reality less horrifying. “All of the girls have been spoken for.”

“There’s only one girl I want to take me to her bed,” Boba replies as he sets a box on the counter and pushes it in your direction, “For you.”

“What is it?” You ask, ignoring his first comment with ease.

“Open it and you’ll see.”

You squint at him suspiciously, and then nod slowly. You tug on the ribbon that’s holding the box closed, and move the lid and the tissue paper to the side, and then you stop as you see what’s in the box.

It’s the skirt.

More than the skirt, actually. It’s a whole outfit. Skirt and top and stockings and boots-

“What-?”

“A gift, for you. You deserve nice things.”

“How much did this cost?”

“Not so much to break the bank.” Boba replies with a wave of his hand, “The seamstress knew what size you wear, so everything should fit.”

You stare at the present for a moment, and then you groan and drop your head, “Whyyy? You work for Jabba! Why are you so nice?”

Boba watches you seriously for a moment, “Is that the only thing stopping you?”

“I...what?”

“Me working for Jabba, is that the only thing stopping you from taking me to bed?”

“...It isn’t helping, no.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

He doesn’t answer and instead leaves the building, leaving you staring after him, absolutely bewildered, and with a brand new outfit sitting in your hands.

In truth, you don’t expect to see Boba again that night, so when he returns to the Desert Rose less than an hour later, something cold and grim in his gaze, you’re genuinely surprised.

“Welcome back?” You offer hesitantly, not sure what to make of his grim, yes strangely satisfied, expression.

“Jabba’s dead.”

His words are so startling that you almost drop the glass that you’re holding. “What?”

“Jabba’s dead. Wasn’t even hard, thought he’d have more guards.”

“You killed-!” Your voice is pitched higher than it should be and you could and lower your voice, “You killed Jabba? Why?”

“Because it’s what I was hired to do.” Boba says with a single arched brow, “And because I’m not blind, I can see what he was doing to the village. And then he insulted your honor.”

His words roll around your mind for a moment, “You killed Jabba, in part, because he insulted me?”

“Is that such a surprise?”

You walk over to him and reach out to lightly touch his cheek, “You’re not...hurt?”

“He didn’t touch me.” Boba confirms.

For a moment you stare at him, trying to determine if he’s lying to you, and as soon as you realize that he’s speaking the truth, you drop your hand from his cheek and hook a finger in his belt loop, “Come with me.”

There’s a glimmer of triumph on his handsome face, “Yes ma’am.”

Your personal apartment is pretty small, but it’s big enough for what you have planned, and for what he has planned for that matter.

Boba’s on you the moment he kicks the door shut, his hands heavy as the drag over the thick material of your clothes. He tugs at laces and pulls at buttons, until your dress falls to your feet.

“Beautiful,” He growls as one of his hands slides down your back to tightly grip your ass, his fingers digging into you and causing you to lift to your toes with a pleased gasp.

“Thank you,” You murmur, before you pull him down to press your lips against his.

Boba takes control almost immediately, and you happily let him.

He lifts you into his arms and walks you over to your bed, where he drops you in the middle of the mattress, “I’m going to ruin other men for you, princess.” He warns, as he starts to strip his clothes off and tosses them to the side.

You scramble to your knees, eager to watch him strip for you, and he shoots you an amused look.

“Someone’s eager.” Boba teases, not unkindly, “I’m going to use my mouth on your cute pussy, and then open you up with my fingers.” He explains, his gaze locked on your face, a smirk crossing his face when you lick your lips, “And then I’m going to lay back and let you ride me.”

“Let?”

“Let.” Boba confirms, “Because I’m going to be in complete control the whole time.”

You shiver in delight and crawl to the edge of the bed, your gaze dropping to his cock. “Can I-?” You ask as you reach out to touch him.

Boba catches your wrists and smirks at you, “You want to taste me, princess?”

“Yes, please.”

“Later. Lay back.” He presses a hand against your shoulder and pushes you back to the bed, before he kneels between your thighs, taking care to toss your legs over his broad shoulders.

You can feel his breath fanning against your pussy, and you squirm to try and push yourself closer to him, but his strong hands stop you from moving.

“Careful Princess,” His dark eyes glimmer with amusement, “We don’t want this to end too quickly, do we?”

[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.

[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

[blackmonitor]

Ah, so I did a thing...

The First chapter of my new Boba x Reader story is up! 

[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