#boba x you

[bobathirstaccount]

Well yes I Am thirsy for Boba

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[blackmonitor]

Ah, so I did a thing...

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

[bobathirstaccount]

Finding a new favorite fictional character is like, will you be temporary or will you become a permanent part of my personality for the next 10 years?

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

[bobathirstaccount]

Slut

Boba x fem!reader, smut, developing relationship, bit of fluff

TW: consensual slightly rough sex

***

Boba watched as you danced to the cantina music. You were out there alone, holding your own against the Twi’lek entertainers. He sighed and took a sip of his booze. Surely you had no interest in him, but that didn’t stop him from having an interest in you.

Suddenly you turned in his direction. You motioned to him to join you. He sat, stunned. After a moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing him out of his seat. “Go already,” Din said under his breath.

You had returned to your carefree dancing, but when he approached you, you again motioned towards him. He walked into your waiting embrace. The music played, going on about sex. He gulped, trying to not think about sex with you. It didn’t work.

You turned and sung some of the lyrics to him, “Lacing up my naughty girl shoes…” You ran your hands up his strong arms and wrapped them loosely around his neck. Leaning in even closer, you continued to sing-song the lyrics, “You know I’m a slut for you.”

Boba’s eyes widened but he tried to play it cool; it was just a dumb song after all. You inched closer, rubbing your tits against his chest and tightening your grip on his neck. You really were getting into this song, he thought, helplessly. Your low-cut top shifted and he realized you were not wearing a bra. He almost drooled at the sight of your nipples. Your tits were on full display for a moment that seemed to Boba to last forever. Then you twirled around, releasing him. He sighed in both relief and disappointment.

But you had more plans. You grabbed his hands and wrapped them around your waist, placing them on your stomach. You backed into him, grinding and rubbing his hands all over yourself. He tried to keep his hands from squeezing, but when you stopped at your tits he couldn’t help it. He leaned into you, groaning unconsciously while he lightly squeezed you. You let go of his hands. He eagerly slid them firmly down your torso to your hips. Holding you in place, he ground himself into you.

Someone from the crowd bumped into Boba, reminding him you were still in public. He started to loosen his grip, but you wouldn’t let him. The loud music and the crowd pressing in made Boba uneasy. But you wouldn’t stop teasing him, and despite himself, he didn’t want it to end. He gave in and pressed you into himself. Sliding his hands up your torso, he stopped when they were covering your tits. He leaned into your neck. His breath fanned across your skin as he said, low so that you could barely hear, “What do you want?”

You took one hand and grabbed one of Boba’s. Without hesitation you slid it down your body to the hot place between your legs. He groaned into your skin as he followed your instruction, stroking your clit through your leggings with his thick fingers. You squeezed your thighs together, pussy tight and close to cumming. But you wanted him inside of you.

You took his hands in yours and started to pull him through the crowd. Some guy got in your path, dancing towards you. Boba pulled you a step back, but the guy just followed. Unreasonably angered, Boba punched him in his ridiculous face. He was not about to get cock blocked by some punk.

You had turned around, and were leaning into his ear, “You just laid that guy out.” You were laughing. Boba’s mood improved, but he still felt impatient. You turned and started to lead him through the crowd again. Heart pounding, he followed.

You ended up at the edge of the bar. Boba looked to you for guidance. You sat down primly. He sat next to you, pulling the bar stool as close as he could to you. Your knees touched. You leaned in extremely close, your lips lightly touching Boba’s ear, “Buy me a drink before I suck your cock?”

He blinked. Did you just say that? He waved the bartender over, a pretty Twi’lek. She batted her eyes at him, probably trying for a nice tip. Boba impatiently ordered two fire whiskeys. She sauntered off. He turned back to you. You were smiling knowingly, “Flirting with the bartender?”

“Hardly,” he rolled his eyes. You snickered, then grabbed his hand. You placed it in the crease of your hip, his thumb right above your pussy. He felt his pulse rise again. “Well don’t you want to get me riled up so I’ll do a good job?” You teased. He didn’t know what to do. The drinks came, the bartender seeming to linger a moment. Boba turned his head from her to focus on you. He slid his thumb down a centimeter. Then another. Your mouth opened slightly. He swiped a tentative thumb over your clit. You moaned, then snapped your mouth shut and laughed darkly. You spread your legs very slightly wider. It was very subtle, but he got the message. Sliding down further, he rubbed your clit with his forefinger while his thumb founder your entrance through your clothing. Pushing inwards, he groaned. He felt your hot wetness seeping through your pants. Now rock hard, he tried to contain himself. You gyrated against him. “Make me cum later?”

Boba nodded eagerly, unable to speak he was so shocked. You downed your drink in one chug, then said lightly, “Well now that I’m done drinking…” You licked your lips suggestively as you closed your thighs around his hand. Your knees brushed against his. His hand twitched, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. Grinding on his hand, you simultaneously leaned in and and pulled Boba closer. You kissed his cheek right next to his mouth, lingering for a moment. After a slight pause you kissed his lips. Boba’s eyes closed as he kissed you back.

Someone bumped into you. You broke the kiss as you were shoved into the bar. Boba pushed the offending party away with one hand while he reached for you with the other. “Are you oka—“ You interrupted him by throwing your arms around his neck. Hanging off him, you asked coyly, “Will you take me home and take care of me?”

Without a word, Boba swept you up and returned hurriedly to the table where Din now sat alone. He tried to casually collect his and your things. Din nodded his head knowingly. You were too busy dancing against Boba to notice, but he caught it. It was annoying. He didn’t need emotional support to get laid. Did he?

He shook his head, over his moment of self doubt. Putting an arm around your waist, he gently pulled you along. Outside in the street, he pulled you a bit closer to keep you safe. It was always best to be careful. You snuggled into him, your hands burrowing into his clothing.

By the time you made it to your place, he was nearly carrying you. You cheerfully keyed the code for your door, which slid open noiselessly. You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him inside.

“So you want your dick sucked now?” You asked before kissing him. When you finally came up for air, he tried to casually say, “Well if that’s what you want…”

You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. “What I want is your cock in me… we can do that a few ways.” Boba groaned, rock hard again. He throbbed, thinking of fucking you. You ground yourself into him, rubbing your cunt directly against the head of his cock through your thin leggings and his now maddeningly thick pants.

He walked forward and pushed you into the wall. Hastily undoing his pants, he murmured, “Drop your pants…”

You hurriedly dropped your legs to the ground and started to pull your leggings down. Impatient, Boba grabbed you and spun you around, smooshing your front against the wall. He pulled your hips out so your ass was presented to him. He took one hand and ran it up from the base off an asscheek to your hip. You felt his other hand wiggle its way between your legs. He slid a foot between your legs and used it to kick one of your legs out.

His hand burrowed into your pussy lips, finding your wet, tight entrance. He circled it slowly, driving you crazy. “Please, take care of me, baby,” you pleaded. Boba’s hand withdrew. For a moment, you were alone. Your skin tingled in anticipation and your pussy was throbbing with need. You moaned, desperate.

You felt his powerful arms wrap around you as his cock slide into the wet place between your legs. He stopped just short of penetrating you. He held you lovingly, but said into your ear darkly, “Tell me how much you want it.”

You dissolved into a series of mumbled ramblings. Seemingly satisfied, he pushed his hips forward, thrusting fully into you in one stroke. You keened at the sensual intrusion, desire and anticipation making you clutch around him. He grabbed your tits with both hands, and laid his head against the back of your neck. Without further conversation, he started to fuck into you, slowly but building intensity quickly.

You urged him on, bucking your hips and begging him to go harder. He slid a hand up from your chest to your throat and squeezed lightly. “Who are you a slut for?” He asked, voice low.

“You.” You turned your neck around to look at him. He raised his head and kissed you, then stopped fucking you with his cock fully inside of you. His hands roamed your body as you felt him in your pussy. Squeezing your tits, he groaned, “I could fuck you all night.” Your pussy clutched at his words, making his cock jump. “So needy for me, hmmm…” he stroked you once. Twice. Then was still again.

You were starting to get desperate. He played with your nipples and kissed your shoulder. You begged for more. His breath hot on the back of your neck, Boba asked, “So desperate to get fucked?” You shivered, “It’s just you that makes me desperate.”

He moaned softly. His hands slid to your hips. Grabbing you firmly, he began to fuck you again. “Just me? You wanna spread your legs for just me?” He fucked into you hard as you panted, “This pussy’s just for you, baby.”

Grunting, he echoed your words, “Just for me.”

His strokes drove you to the edge. You squirmed in his hard embrace, loving every second of it. Boba was also loving it, but something was missing for him. Finally, he knew what it was.

You moaned, unhappy, as he pulled out of you and pulled you away from the wall. “Wait, love…” He picked you up in his arms like you weighed nothing. He hurriedly sat you on the edge of your couch. His hands went to your thighs, spreading them. He grabbed your face and kissed you forcefully as he reentered you. Caught off guard, you were momentarily overwhelmed. But you quickly returned the kiss feverishly, throwing your arms around his neck.

One of Boba’s hands went to your ass. He gripped it, holding you in place as he kissed and fucked you hard. In a hazy cloud, you wrapped your legs around him. He groaned, both hands going to your hips. You broke the kiss to beg, “Harder.”

His eyes went dark as he murmured, “Do you want it rough?”

“Ohmygosh, yes,” you pleaded.

A hand shot up to grab the base of your skull. He gripped you with incredible strength as he flipped you around and tossed you over the couch. Slapping your ass, he started to fuck you again. “Tell me if you like it,” he murmured. One hand grabbed your head as he fucked into you, making you squirm and your legs start to shake.

He pushed you further over the couch, its edge digging into your hips. “Ooh baby,” you started, but were cut off by a sharp smack to you ass. Stinging, the hot sensation trickled down into your pussy.

“Did you like that, you little slut?” Boba’s voice was hard, but with a hint of questioning.

“Yes, but I’ve been so bad… I deserve more.” Your heart nearly beat out of your chest in anticipation as he laughed darkly. You felt another stinging slap across your ass cheek. This time, he didn’t hold back, so it hurt even more. You loved it.

“Baby, you’re taking my cock so well,” his low purr did things to you. You moaned, pussy hot and tight around him. His strokes were hard, his thick cock slamming into you greedily. The drag of his shaft was finally too much and you cried out as you came, gasping for air and limbs going weak. He held you up, “Fuck, oh fuck, good girl…”

Boba cut himself off as he pulled out, groaning your name as he came. His hand loosened on your head momentarily. Before you knew it, he had hauled you up and crushed you into himself. Kissing you softly, he rubbed the small of your back lightly. “I, uhm. I…,” he tried to express himself, feeling vulnerable.

You smiled and waited. Closing your eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder. “You what?”

“Nothing.” He paused, then blurted out, “Can I spend the rest of the night?”

Your heart fluttered. “Of course.”

He mumbled, happy but too embarrassed to say what he was thinking.

“Come to bed, then,” you pushed him away slightly, then grabbed his hand. Pulling him along, you led him to the bedroom. The two of you slipped into your bed. Without hesitation, Boba snuggled into you, making you little spoon. His hand found one of yours again. Holding it, he sighed contentedly. After a quiet moment, he asked softly, “You wanna… like, maybe do this again?”

You had closed your eyes. They flew open. You smiled to yourself before you responded, “Finally. You are really hard to seduce. I asked Din for advice, and he said to just tell you outright… so when that song came on, I knew it was time.”

He tsked, “Slut.”

You laughed softly.

“I’m glad it’s just for me though…” he confessed finally. Smiling to yourself again, you asked sleepily, “Wanna stay for breakfast…?”

Boba kissed the back of your head as you trailed off, asleep. He’d have to have words with Din, but ultimately he was secretly pleased. He snuggled into you.

***

Song lyrics from: Naughty Girl by Qveen Herby

[ayyy-pee]

i feel like Satoru is the type to like dogs, but not wanna adopt one. especially a puppy. he doesn't want any more responsibility in his life than he already has. puppies need attention, affection and time that he just can't give to anyone but you these days...

...but he literally can't say no to you so he lets you anyway. and you adopt this cutie pie little puppy with big, round brown eyes that stare up at you and she's just so cute you can't breathe.

you name her boba, and she loves Satoru

and Satoru loves to pretend he couldn't care less about "the dog" as he refers to her. but over time, you start to find little things around the house that say otherwise.

a new toy here and there, squeaking loudly when it's only you and boba home (you find out they were hidden on Satoru's side of your shared closet) you confront Satoru about it and he vehemently denies getting "the dog" anything.

then there's very specific and very expensive treats that show up on the kitchen counter one day. and after having just a taste, boba is hooked and will no longer accept any other treats but those. Satoru shrugs when you ask about it then changes the subject.

there's the lavender colored collar that shows up around boba's neck one morning with a new heart shaped name tag and charm attached that jingles when she trots around the house. and apparently nobody knows where that came from either.

but the cherry on top is the day you come home late from work and find Satoru curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully with the dog he never wanted snuggled tightly in his arms 💕

[joelsbloodyhands]

Mine

Din Djarin x Reader, The Mandalorian x Reader

Summary: Your employer is pissed when you come back from getting information about a bounty with a bruised hand mark around your neck.

A/N: I kinda just wrote this one because I had a vague idea and ran with it. I think everyone is going to learn very quickly in my writing that clearly jealous/overprotective Din is my fave version of him 🙈

Warnings: reader gets choked and not in the nice way (only talks about it), overprotective Din, Din is your employer but clearly wants to be more, death and m!rder (all in the name of love) 🤗, mentions of blood and bodily harm, mentions of slave traders, fluff with a little bit of spice✨, soft!Din but also a little bit reckless!Din 👀 smut references but not written too explicitly but still MINORS DNI, business associates to lovers arc? 😅 not set at any particular point during the series.

READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader does not have a visible disability.

You’d been gone too long and Din was getting anxious.

This hadn’t been his original plan.

The contact for information regarding the bounty had unfortunately been highlighted as a previous foe of his. He’d busted them prior when their bounty puck had fell in his lap over a cycle ago.

Trust Karga to let the man redeem himself by providing intel on high-level bounties with the incentive of remaining out of the hands of the Rebellion that for some reason unbeknownst to Din, wanted his head on a stick.

Why had Din let you go and barter for the information again?

“He won’t suspect me to be a threat.”

Oh right, yeah. That’s what you said.

Except Din was probably worrying about the wrong thing because the biggest threat would be the ex-criminal you were meeting with at Mos Espa Cantina.

“Go say hi to Boba for me. Get the boy fed and I’ll be back soon.”

Din was losing his edge.

On what kriffin planet did he give in to such a request?

You were in danger and he knew it.

He knew it and he still sat in the markets with Grogu, twirling wupiupi coins in his fingers for the past half hour while his son slurped another bowl of pog soup.

Why?

Well, that was easy.

Since the past year you had been travelling with him, Din had grown to have affections for you.

To start he kept you at arms length.

Brief answers to your curious questions turned into nightly talks between your bunks. Subtle touches to guide you through busy and sometimes treacherous places turned into lingering holds in his grasp, fear of losing you to the crowds. He found himself watching you far longer than he ever had before and during times when he didn’t necessarily need to. The sound of you using the fresher while he tucked in his little green son had his heart pounding and a certain area of his armor feeling a little bit too uncomfortable.

He grew more and more protective the further you strayed without him.

He no longer wished for you to venture into dens alone to ask for information on his behalf but he couldn’t deny that you were good at it.

Better than him.

You were calm and collected.

You had a level head.

Something that he could very easily lose control over should Grogu and yourself be threatened by a contact. Though it was the one thing you had learned you could assert yourself over since Din’s change of heart.

You had a job that needed to be done and you were the best person for it.

So Din caved far quicker than he normally would with allowing you to go the cantinas and talk about bounties, pay and information. It sped up the process for Din to track them and also meant he didn’t have to deal with the unwanted chit chat that came with meeting up with Karga.

Something you enjoyed. Something that had Din’s palms itching whenever Karga took your hand to help you stand from the booth, Din’s clenched fist aching to wipe the smug look of his face when he turned back in his direction.

“I like her, Mando. She’s good at getting what she wants.”

He knew you were.

Din wasn’t sure if he was included on the list of things you wanted but you sure as hell were on his.

There was times he had a inkling.

Especially when he was feeding the kid and he caught you looking away when his eyes found you scraping away at your lunch.

Times when you would grab his hand without hesitation and pull him through midnight markets towards the sights of fireworks. Din’s heart warming at the wide smile plastered across your face, the powdery shades of red, blue and green lighting up in your eyes from the sky.

Damn, he was down bad and he had no idea what to do about it.

Technically, he was your employer.

Juggling Grogu and his job was a difficulty. Most of the time he was happy to venture out with Grogu in his carrier or pod but his bounties got, let’s say, brave in their efforts to deter him. Going so far as to aim shots towards the child. They learned his weakness and Din hated it.

So with much reluctance to start, he asked Peli if she would be interested in babysitting him for a price but of course she refused; even with the money on the table.

“Not a chance but I know just the person for the job.”

He had slid the money off the table and walked back to the ship without another word until she scrambled after him.

“Hey, hey, hey! Just hear me out, okay?” Din had sighed, turning back to her from the top of the ramp while she stood hands on her hips and a smile growing. “There’s this kid that needs a job. Call ‘em a distant relative, if you will. They’re desperate. Need money, board, food, water and they’ll make sure your little boy is taken good care of. I swear!”

“Have they taken care of children before?” Din asked inquisitively but also with a half mind to ignore Peli completely and close the ramp in response to her proposal.

“Yeah! Loads of times! They’re a professional!”

Din doubted that very much. He knew Peli’s tactics for selling him an offer and he couldn’t deny that she was good at it.

Fine, he’ll bite. Again.

“Call them.”

He just remembers Peli’s grin, your soft voice on the end of a comlink and then a speeder sounding just outside.

She had presented you to him like a rare gift and he was less than happy to receive you at the time but more than a few rotations later, you had thrown yourself in front of a bounty that had tried to commandeer his ship, their blaster aimed for Grogu in his bunk, taking a graze to the side before Din shot him dead.

You were willing to die to protect his son.

That was more than he could’ve ever asked for.

Later when Din was back at the Crest, you returned.

He had spent the past hours pacing up and down the ramp like a mad man.

Originally, he had planned to detour from the markets with Grogu over to the cantina but you had used your comlink to tell him you were already near the ship.

That was interesting because Din got back to the ship and you weren’t even here.

Which begs the question, why did you lie that you were already nearby?

Maybe he was being paranoid. His fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, stressing about your whereabouts and the obvious reason as to why he was so stressed to begin with.

So when he’d heard your footsteps up the ramp, your voice calling for Grogu, you were both surprised to see the other staring back.

“Where have you been?” Din questioned gently but you sensed an underlining annoyance to his tone.

“I detoured, sorry,” you sheepishly smiled, holding up a bag of frog meat. “I saw a vendor selling this and I knew Grogu would be happy about it. Not to mention,” you brush past him, eyes focused solely on the sleeping child snuggling into his hammock on Din’s bunk, “it would be nice to see him not eat a whole frog for once.”

You laugh and it eases Din.

Of course he was just being paranoid.

“And the contact?” He says and you remain with your back to him, reaching your hand in carefully to tug the blanket over Grogu’s body. “He give us what we need?”

“He did,” you respond and Din satisfied, presses the button to bring up the ramp and close the hatch. The sound of it whirring so loud, in need of some oiling so much so that you had probably thought he missed your quiet words.

“What was that?” His helmet turns your way when the hatch closes with a loud creak.

“I said, somewhat.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t being paranoid after all.

Din feels his nerves wash over him, noticing how you’re not even turning around as you address him. He takes you in. You don’t seem discomforted, angry or emotional. You’re incredibly calm.

Though that was worrying.

Normally, you came back from having debriefs with the informants with a story to tell.

“It was quite scary actually. They had this wookie with them but then you’ll never believe this guy! Stood there, blaster in hand, immense glare in his face, goes and shoves a fist in his satchel, I’m ready to throw hands and I shit you not, Din…wookie pulls out a cookie and starts crunching away at it!”

“Have you ever met a Gungan, Din? I think they’re my favourite people I’ve ever met. I mean they were all like, yousa follow us now, okeyday? Seriously! Oh gooberfish! I love them!”

“What do you mean by somewhat?”

You sigh.

This wasn’t good.

“I’m sorry, Din. They gave us the last location. I think that’s the most important thing.”

“What about if they’re solo or run with a crew? We need to know what we’re walking into, otherwise we could get bombarded the moment we land.”

This wasn’t a simple bounty. This guy was one of the worst out there.

A slave trader.

It angered Din to even think about it.

“Something happened,” he doesn’t let you tip-toe around the subject. “What are you not telling me?”

You fall silent and that’s enough for him.

Something did happen and what’s worse, you don’t want to tell him.

He moves towards you and you turn on your heel, ready to protest. Din had only meant to just embrace your shoulder gently to ease you into a conversation he thought you needed to have but the slightest wince had him drawing back almost immediately.

With his steps halted in front of you, the air cold, the crest filled with silence, Din’s visor drops instinctively to your neck.

Was it getting cool? Sure, when it was getting late. Though right now, it was still early afternoon and you never wore a scarf in Mos Espa outside the settlement and in the dunes.

“Did he touch you?”

Din has to bite back the growl threatening to crackle through his modulator.

Your head drops, eyes on the floor and the look of regret on your features make Din pray to the Maker that he’ll kill the man just for the expression on your face.

Then you unravel the scarf and Din wastes no time.

His hand had pulled your collar back gently, his shoulders stiffening at the purpled marks there.

You grimaced before trying for a smile but he sees the way your eyes plead with his, “Before you ask, it looks worse than it feels. I’m fine, Din. Let’s just go.”

He remembers you calling his name after that.

Only once because you knew as you watched him brush past you, grabbing two vibroblades from his armoury and charging down the steps towards the town, that there was nothing you could say to stop him.

And you were right because less than five minutes later, Din’s blades were impaled on the informants hands, stapling him indefinitely to the table at the cantina while onlookers ran completely, hid or dropped their heads from his view.

Then his gloved hands were on his throat, squeezing the life out of him.

An eye for an eye.

You hadn’t explained why the man had strangled you and it was pointless anyway.

He had no right to touch you.

To hell with Karga.

He’d lose an informant but that informant chose to fuck with what was his and that was worth more than any information.

When Din felt the life leave him, he dropped a number of credits to the table, looked up at the barman and walked away. His last words being, “you can keep those,” shrugging his shoulder towards the blades on the way out.

Now back at the ship, you sit rigidly on the bunk while Din gently swipes a lotion of bacta over your wound with a cotton wipe.

“I shouldn’t have let you go.”

Your eyes flicker to his visor and you know he’s evading your gaze.

You sigh and for a moment, he think you’re not going to reply until your hands gently take his, stopping him from tending to you.

He lifts his visor then, meeting your concerned eyes, your fingers intertwined with his on your lap.

“I can handle myself. You know that, right?”

Oh. So that’s what this was?

You were worried he thought you incompetent to end up in this circumstance?

Of course you would think that. He’s your employer. You only want to deliver good work for him.

That’s not all this is anymore though and Din can’t pretend and let you go on feeling like a failure especially with the tears dancing on your waterlines.

“You are very capable, mesh’la but-“ Din sighs.

How can he even begin to explain to you that he’s more angry at himself for not protecting you like he’s supposed to?

Kriff, you’re not even a bounty hunter. Trained to use a blaster as a novice, he noticed how you flinched whenever you’ve had to pull the trigger on his behalf. You’re at your calmest when you’re rocking the small boy before bed, singing lullabies to him in a hushed tone probably so Din couldn’t hear. You had no idea that he stood just above the ladder to the cockpit and listened.

You were ethereal and he couldn’t get enough of you.

That’s why it made his hands shake to even think that anyone would harm you.

He’s so caught up in his own thoughts, he misses the way your eyes widen at the term of endearment he let slip and the quick gesture as you shake yourself from how affected you are by it.

“I just…” you break through his racing thoughts, his eyes latching onto your dipped chin, eyes shadowed in the corner of the docking port, just outside his bunk. You look solemn but rather than feel dread, Din’s heart stills when he notices the flush of pink across your features.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were nervous.

“I just want to be able to do more for you.”

The words play on a loop, almost like they’re colliding against the inside of Din’s helmet, repeatedly soaring through his ears again and again.

“I want to be more useful for you. Ya know?”

Useful? You think you’re not already useful?

“Sometimes I just feel like I have more to offer. I know you brought me in to be a babysitter but I can be more than that. For you.”

Was the carbonite freezing system failing or was it getting hotter in the crest?

Din felt like he needed to tug the shroud off from around his neck. The air was suffocating.

“Please say something?” Your small voice says quietly.

“You are more to me than you will ever understand, cya’rika.”

Your eyes meet his then.

Well, his visor at least and Din curses his creed for having him hide his face at a time when he wants- no needs you to see how much he means what he says.

You’re silent but the increasing rouge of your cheeks is enough to see that you understand him and that perhaps there was some truth in his suspicions.

You felt for him just as much as he felt for you.

“Din…”

And just like that, his eyes roll back momentarily hearing his name leave your tongue like a pleading prayer.

He couldn’t pretend like you weren’t affecting him too.

He needed you to know.

“Get in the bunk, ner kar’ta.”

Your body stills a moment in surprise and you don’t move.

Maybe he misjudged or maybe he’s being too forward but then you stand and without taking your eyes away from him, you seat yourself on the side of his bunk.

Waiting for him.

Waiting for further instruction just like you’ve been doing ever since you walked onto his ship.

One thing he realised he misjudged.

All those times you obeyed every command, it was never out of the need for his money.

You never questioned him, never refused an order but with Din and the matter of Grogu’s safety, it was never a request and that’s all it was to start.

It was just a matter of his sons safety until he realised he loved you too.

Din stands and steps in front of you, you look up at him as he tugs the shroud from around his neck loose.

He notices how your eyes drop to his waist, evading the reveal of his tanned skin while you’re positioned below him. He wraps the material a couple of times before placing the fabric over your eyes.

You don’t move.

You don’t flinch.

You just allow him to remove one of your senses, leaving nothing but darkness over your sight. His heart aches at the trust you have in him, allowing him to render you vulnerable before him.

He ties it behind your head, making sure it’s not too tight as to hurt you.

He’s not the same type of man as the monster from earlier today.

His fingers itch at the memory and he shrugs his gloves off, setting his bare fingers against the cold metal of his helmet.

You await patiently and he watches as you jerk your head slightly at the familiar sound of his helmet releasing.

The sound you’ve only ever heard from a nearby room, hiding away from him when you brought him supper.

You await patiently while Din removes each piece of armor, setting it aside.

Then there’s just silence.

Until you hear his knees hit the ground in front of you and a warm breath hits your neck, a shudder running up your spine.

“Is it okay if I show you something?”

His whispers hit your ear drum in the most delightful way.

You nod dreamily.

Then you feel rough, warm lips graze your neck.

If heaven was travelling at light-speed through space, it was right here and now with Din’s lips travelling along your jawline, mapping out the path to seal against your lips. He tugs gently, coaxing you out of the shy shell you had created when you realised the butterflies he made you feel when you first met had more to do with how attracted you were to him than to how intimidating most people found him.

Every step he took on each planet you travelled, Din carried a powerful aura that most people cowered away from but it only drew you to him more.

You knew Din was strong.

You knew not many could beat him in a fight, yourself included but that was the whole point.

Din would never abuse his strength over you.

Ever.

Though, you wish he would, in special circumstances.

Like right now.

“How do you feel, cya’re?” Din inquires breathlessly, lips pressing soft kisses down your throat while you bite back the urge to be vocal.

“I wish we’d done this sooner,” you say uneasily, your hands gripping the bunk below you.

Din’s chuckle hits your ear, reverberating against your ear drum exquistively.

“Din?” He hears your voice rattle with every nestle of his lips stroking over your skin.

“Yes, mesh’la?” He raises his head, lips brushing the underside of your jaw, watching your lips turn up into a small smirk. Though you couldn’t see his expression returning yours, his adoring smile awaited your next words patiently.

“You killed him, didn’t you?”

You feel a thumb smooth over your bottom lip.

“He deserved it,” you shake your head slightly, fighting away an amused smile on your lips that he quickly wipes away, replacing with an expression of longing when his lips meet your ear.

“You’re mine.”

[cocoreallylovesraiden]

How about the mk1 characters getting annoyed ( cause you know women like to sleep with pillows or blankets or something between their legs and just lay there cuddled up with a pillow) cause they're cuddling a pillow one I'm their arms and one between their legs

MK1 characters genuinely beefing with a pillow

(bi han, johnny cage, syzoth, tomas vrbada)

this is actually so real of you anon i cannot sleep unless i have 4 pillows with me (requests open as always :D)

Bi Han

-Is offended by the gratuitous amount of pillows you’ve managed to populate the already cramped bed with.

-In the beginning of sharing a bed with him he’d just sleep faced away from you so he never realized this was always something you did; and probably took it personally 

-He suggests that you are being childish and in a moment of mild embarrassment, says you can just hold onto him instead.

-Good on him for voicing his needs and opening up to his partner! But you don’t have the heart to tell him his arms are too muscly and less comfortable than your pillows. 

-In the mornings he stores the extra pillows under the bed or on the seats to make everything look neat because you DON'T no matter how much HE TELLS YOU.  

-In the warm summer months when shit is hot as hell you will forgo it because who needs them when you have the equivalent of “cold pillow side” all night! 

-It makes him feel like he’s the little spoon, which he doesn’t appreciate, and you get really sweaty at around 4am, which he appreciates even less, but it’s very grounding and the pressure makes it easy to sleep 

-He always wakes up really disoriented and mistakes you for the blanket (read: almost tosses you off the bed as he gets up)

 Johnny Cage

-This is equivalent to letting your dog sleep at the foot of the bed (except let's be real you’ve probably done something similar to him) 

-Thinks its super cute when he comes into the room after his shower and sees you all comfy and snuggled up, expecting you to reach for him all sleepy once he gets under the covers

-And when I tell you it hurts his pride like nothing else, when you turn around to get into a better position

-Babe i'm RIGHT here (gets a bolster thrown at his head)

-Out of spite he’ll copy you and sleep with the bolster instead of holding you, and immediately gets the appeal

-Because yes he loves you dearly, but he can’t exactly fold you three times to fit under his bad knee (as much as he wants to)

-As time goes on you both now have more extra pillows, bolsters and djungelskogs than you know what to do with.

-(you two both have one except he weighs like a brick shit ton so his is extremely disfigured and looks like a sack)

-He thinks you look really hot when you lay on your side cuddling all the pillows

-You’ll just be watching TV and he’s got the googly eyes ok calm down buddy not while you’re wearing the muumuu…

Syzoth

-Thinks you are building a nest because there is no other reason someone needs five pillows and two throw blankets

-Though this is coming from a man who spent most of his life sleeping on the cobblestone floor 

-Over the next few weeks he comes back to you with an assortment of sort fluffy…things

-You don’t have the heart to ask why he’s suddenly showering you with gifts, initially thinking it’s good nature but hey ok there’s a limit to your patience AND space on this bed. 

-The teddy bears are adorable, but spa…towels? Does he know what a spa is? You have more questions than answers.

-Every time you thank him he gets quietly excited since he thinks this is confirmation that you are nesting and possibly want to start a family with him

-Doesn’t actually mind the part with you not cuddling with him as often, he usually just lightly holds your hand or big spoons you 

-The day you actually ask him about it, and eventually have to break the news that no you are not nesting and that it’s just for your comfort, he deflates like a balloon

-Bless his heart you spend the rest of the day begging for forgiveness and clinging onto him like a koala explaining your side

-“Does that mean… you are uncomfortable with me?” NO IT’S JUST SECOND NATURE SYZOTH!! LIKE WHEN YOU WANT TO BASK ON A ROCK!! SECOND NATURE!

-He looks at you pointedly. Just because he’s zaterran doesn’t mean he’s going to behave like an iguana…. Not the zaterran discrimination…

-You compromise using him in replacement, and grow to enjoy the feeling of your new pillows occasionally squirming under your iron death grip.

Tomas Vrbada

-Will cheerfully use his herculean strength to just wriggle through your grip so you hold him and not the pillows. 

-Wiggles up like a snake coming out a pot until he can wrangle his arms above yours and hug you

-Just starts telling you about his day like its a normal conversation while you lay there completely stunlocked 

-It’s also just a reminder that as sweet and kind your partner is, he is also insanely strong and is just careful to be soft with you 

-If you’re both laying in bed and you prefer to cuddle up with pillows he’ll just stare at you with the saddest, wettest boba eyes using his curled up forearm as a pillow 

-And since you are merely a mortal man you relent and cling onto him instead

-At the same time he likes when you rest your head on his chest and hold onto a bolster, a perfect combination of not overheating and physical touch

-Biggest flaw is that he tends to spook you with how quietly he enters the room, so more often than not he is getting PELTED by that soft Egyptian cotton pillow at light speeds

-He’ll catch it 80% of the time and laugh, the other 20% he’s equally scared and the thing takes him down like it’s Sisyphus’ boulder and he’s the hill

[bobathirstaccount]

YOU should be at the club I should be in the arms of a fictional character

[b0ba-chan]

college student suna who visits you after work at your parents driveway (bc who has money for a house with inflation) and sits in the car with you at 11pm to catch up on your day. you are able to catch up on the little things and complain about work with him. 45 mins later youre on top of him with your pj shorts pushed to the side and his cock stuffed in you on the driver seat. you let out little whines as he thrusts long and slow up into you. the windows are halfway down and the only sounds in your ear is his whispered moans. nothing like a quickie in the front seat on a summers day.

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊boba time : stealing lip balm꒱

♡ I haven’t been writing like an idiot ! So sorry if my quality is going up and down/ is weird. This isn’t edited and was written on a whim.

Katsuki keeps stealing your lip balms. It isn’t much of an issue until half of your stash is ran through and missing.

You know he has to be the one taking them. Every time you kiss him, he licks his lips a little. Wet tongue swiping over puffy lips, top teeth coming to dig into it. His tongue makes it’s way over his lips again and he lets out a low hum.

Every time except when you’re not wearing a lip balm.

When you aren’t wearing fruity or too-sweet lip balm, he licks his lips quick to get spit off and grunts. The only exceptions to this rule is when you’re making out or in bed. Those are special cases, you decide.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of your sweatshirt, carrying it over your arm. The winding halls of the agency amplify the echo of your steps and huffs. And with a heating face, you make quick work of finding your husband’s office.

The spare key rests in the front pocket of the black bag, nestled safely beneath a clasp and on a key ring. Nimble fingers snatch the metal items out with a clink and your lips curl into a pout. When the door clicks open with the turn of your wrist, your chest puffs out in a final rush of anger.

“Katsuki— where the fuck is my lip balm going?”

The poor boy freezes like a deer caught in headlights. Thick hands fiddle with a massive stack of paper, much too daunting for your own eyes. And he sighs, low and heavy, groaning as they leave the paperwork on wood in defeat.

Mercy, his body language pleads.

“I only got a few of ‘em.” Katsuki grunts and grumbles, leaning up to open a drawer while you shut the door and careen toward him. His eyes dart toward you for a moment and then he rolls backward in his chair. Away from you.

You gawk at the thin drawer filled with a plethora of your lip balms. The shame from katsuki radiates as you tilt your head in confusion and awe.

You turn on your heel with a brow raised.

“Why do you have them?”

Pink lips pout out for a moment, you notice his tongue swiping over his teeth before he sighs for the umpteenth time.

“You taste good— n’ I keep forgetting to give ‘em back.” The pro hero pouts and mumbles a half ass excuse.

You walk closer, standing between his knees now, brows still raised expectantly.

“God fine. Goddamnit, they taste good and my lips are dry so I use them all the time. But I forget to give them back, then I get another, and forget again.”

The exasperated, mildly embarrassed look on his face makes you Cave. You practically coo, looking at his flushed tan cheeks and angry look. His brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest and pouting like there’s no tomorrow.

“Baby, you can use my lip balms but you gotta bring them back..” you lean forward and kiss the furrow of his brows ”.. it’s kinda cute, but seriously, some of these fuckers are expensive. And some of them are lip plumpers.”

His brows shoot to his hair line, cherry eyes widening as he seems to put two and two together.

Katsuki frowns again and looks away, not wanting to admit it.

“You gotta be shitting me. That’s why my lips have been burning like satans asshole.” His hands fumble around with his pockets until he pulls out a balm— made for lip plumping.

“Yup. Fucker, that’s what you get.” You snicker.

[bon-sides-sw]

Commission done for @babygirlbridger and @krispyswips A really great scene of their Fic To Our Halcyon Days (E)

If you like my art or want to leave a tip, buy me a Ko-Fi!!

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💚💚💚💚

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Only Love (Can Hurt Like This)

Boba x fem!reader, smut/some fluff

TW(?) - parenthood mentioned

***

He tried not to let them stay. It felt more like he was keeping them, keeping them away from the galaxy and their potential. But they refused to leave. They even refused to leave his bed at night. There was room for them to have their own sleeping spaces, but they persisted to squeeze into bed with him. He tried to think of them as strangers he was helping. But they burrowed their way into his heart, just as they nightly burrowed into the sheets and blankets of his bed.

The girl slept in the middle most nights. He was glad of that; any other combination led to direct contact with you all night. It was a torturous situation. He wanted to be the Safe Person for both of you, but he was attracted to you. The way that you held him whenever you slept next to each other didn’t help. You would curl your arm around his waist, and rest your cheek on his upper arm. Sometimes you would throw a leg over him.

The girl would also wrap herself around him, but being young she gave him fatherly feelings rather than… titillating feelings… he shuddered, trying to dismiss how his chest had started to hurt when he was near you.

He had not even managed to get you two to go into town. No offering of shopping, eating better food, or driving the speeder would get either of you to budge. You just waited at the ship for him to return with things he hoped you would like. He had become almost anxious about shopping. He wanted to get you things you would enjoy the most. Sometimes it was hard to tell. There were too many Womanly Things to choose from. The girl was equally as difficult. He didn’t want to stereotype her. A makeup palette or an age appropriate blaster? Both? He had decided both, yes, both.

Laying in bed, pressed between the two of you, he sighed gently. It was one of those nights. Your steady breathing fanned across his skin as you slept peacefully. The girl fidgeted. She was awake too. He turned his head slightly towards her, and said very quietly, “Can’t sleep either?”

“No,” she whispered back.

“Why not?”

“What if you meet someone at town you like better than Mommy and me?”

Boba’s mouth opened in shock in the darkened bedroom. Never before had the girl referred to you as Mommy. She had always just used your name. His mind spun. Righting it for her sake, he asked a startled, “Huh?”

She started to cry silently. He squeezed his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “Impossible,” he said simply.

She didn’t seem soothed. “What if you do though?” She asked slightly louder, sniffling.

He rubbed her upper arm. “No, you are impossible to replace.” He kissed the top of her head again.

“What about Mommy?” Boba’s jaw tightened at the question. He was becoming seriously frustrated, emotionally and sexually. Being so near you was sometimes stifling. Would he turn an offer of companionship from someone else down? Feeling guilty, he mumbled, “No one can replace her either.” The girl sniffled. “Daddy, do you love Mommy?”

He sputtered. She had never called him that before. Then there was the question she had asked. “Daddy, do you love me?” She started sobbing loudly. You woke up, sitting up instantly. “Nightmare?” You mumbled to Boba as you comfortingly reached towards the girl. She leapt up and ran into the bathroom. You could hear muffled crying. Boba sat up and gently took you in his arms. He was full of soft thoughts. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “No,” he finally said. “We were talking and she started asking… tough questions.”

“Like what?” He felt your eyelashes flutter against his skin as you asked the dreaded question. Now he had to explain. “Like…” he trailed off, at a loss. You snuggled into him and waited. Finally he managed, “She’s calling us Mommy and Daddy. And asking… if I love… her.” He didn’t have the courage to mention she had also asked about you.

You sighed, “Aren’t we? Her parents, I mean. Her biological parents are the ones that sold her, and we’re the ones taking care of her now.” His heart beat faster. This was all true.

After a moment, you asked softly, “Don’t you know we both want to be yours? … your kid and… your woman?”

He made a startled noise. You held Boba more tightly.

“My… my woman?” His mouth was dry.

“We sleep in here so you know who your family is.” You kissed his chest. “We’re both yours… if you want us.”

Boba felt like he might have a heart attack. Did he dare tell you the truth? You tightened you embrace, sighing sleepily.

“You really… want me?” His heart beat wildly as he asked quietly.

You nodded, “We both love you, you know.”

He looked down at you in the darkness. You tilted your head up towards his face. After a second of stillness, you moved forward and kissed his lips very lightly. He gasped, his fingers digging into your skin as he returned the kiss. It deepened slowly.

You broke the kiss gently to ask, “You do know we love you? That I love you?”

“Mmm but…” he mumbled noncommittally.

You pulled your sleep shirt over your head and pushed him down into the mattress. He allowed it, shocked. He could just make out the silhouette of your curves in the night. Straddling him, you leaned down to kiss up his throat to his mouth. Your tits came into contact with his chest. He moaned loudly into your mouth as his hands went to your hips. He thrust upwards while pulling them down, the tip of his already hard cock nestling into the space between your legs. Continuing to moan, he desperately ground himself into you through your clothing.

You kissed from his open mouth to his ear, “I’m tired of waiting. Can’t tonight be the night?”

“For.. mm.. what?” He was straining against you, holding himself back.

“Don’t you want me?”

He grunted something unintelligible, pulling you against himself, his strong hands holding you firmly. His body was tense; about to snap. “I want you… I want you to be mine,” you kissed his neck.

Boba snarled, flipping over so that you were underneath him. Grunting, he tore your panties off and grabbed your inner thighs. Pulling them apart, he undid his pants hastily. You watched, your pussy getting wetter at the image of his cock coming out of his clothing. You arched your back, anticipating. He appeared over you, his cock rubbing into your folds. Covering your mouth with his, he roughly jerked his hips, rubbing deeper into you. Once he found your entrance, he grunted and plunged in, making you keen. His cock stretched your swollen pussy as he began to fuck into you. Grunting and making desperate noises, Boba buried his face in your neck and held you in a tight embrace.

His strokes were sloppy and hard; you could tell he was desperate for attention. Spreading your legs wider, you asked, “Is this as hard as you can fuck?” You scratched your nails down his back. He groaned, hips jerking into you greedily. “Don’t wanna… hurt you,” he ground out between thrusts. Your pussy jumped at this words, “Baby you could never.” Grunting, he grabbed your neck and bit your throat hard. His cock slammed into your drenched cunt, making it tighten and grow hotter. Moaning, you moved your hips rhythmically with his hard strokes, your skin tingling and your pussy tight around his shaft. Panting into your neck, he moaned, “Where can I cum?”

“I wanna feel it dripping out of me later,” you cooed, wrapping your legs around his hips. Grunting desperately, Boba held you by the back of your neck. His other drug down your body, stopping at your waist. Kissing you harshly, he fucked you hard and fast, the bed making a slightly rhythmic squeak. Pounding into you, he made you squeak when he changed his angle slightly. The fire in your pussy grew into a volcano, about erupt. You squirmed under him, mumbling his name to him as your vision blurred around the edges and your head fell back. Your pussy contracted around him, making his hips stutter. “Your pussy..s.. so good..” he ground out as you came on him. You barely heard; you were far away in bliss. Then you came back into your body as Boba’s hard rhythm broke. He stilled deep in you, moaning your name softly as his cock jerked cum into you.

His arms slowly wrapped around you as he rolled onto his back. He pulled you with him so that you were laying on top of him, face pressed into the space between his shoulder and neck. You listened to his heartbeat return to normal. He swallowed. Finally, he murmured, “I… I love you. You and… our girl.”

You smiled into his skin before raising your head to kiss him. He put a hand on the back of your head as you rested it on his broad chest. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Boba quickly pulled a blanket over your bodies as his girl timidly came to the edge of bed. You reached out to her, “Come back to sleep.”

She stood her ground, sniffling. Boba reached to her, “Come to bed, love.”

She looked at Boba, eyes big and tear stained. Boba tried again, “Come to sleep with Mommy and Daddy.” She brightened instantly as you echoed his words. Clambering back into bed, she crawled over the two of you and curled up, looking at you both with big eyes again.

“Go to sleep, baby,” you cooed at her, a gentle hand brushing against her cheek. Her eyes closed, heavy. You hummed to her until she started breathing evenly. Then you returned you head to Boba’s chest. The thud of his heartbeat quieted your mind and you fell asleep. Boba laid awake under you, enjoying the weight of your body on top of him. He hoped this would be the new sleeping configuration. Running a hand down your back, he settled in to sleep. This time he was untroubled.

Part II

[gloomwitchwrites]

Say Yes

Bounty Hunter Boba Fett x Female Reader

Content & Trigger Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, heavy suggestive themes, protective!Boba, Mandalorian!Boba, light angst, non-descriptive sex

Word Count: 2.5k

A young, handsome bounty hunter on Tatooine makes it a daily intention to ask you to marry him.

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Mando’a Translations: cyar’ika – darling / sweetheart riduur – partner / spouse “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde” – marriage vows

“Marry me, cyar’ika.”

You glance up from the worn open tome resting on the counter in front of you. “Again? Really, Boba?”

The Mandalorian helmet, dented with flaking green paint, tilts slightly to the right. “You called me ‘Boba’ this time,” teases the bounty hunter.

You roll your eyes and push off from the counter, cheeks heating even as you grumble in false irritation.

Boba Fett, Jabba the Hutt’s favorite mercenary for hire, has asked you to marry him every day for several weeks now. And each time, you have refused him. For the first few, you were overly polite. But as his attempts continued, your polite rejections transformed into snarky quips and blatant dismissals.

It’s not like you don’t find the man attractive. Underneath the armor is an incredibly handsome man, and his attention has always been sincere. But Boba Fett is a dangerous man, and you’re just a simple shopkeeper trying to make a living in Mos Espa. In that regard, the two of you are incompatible no matter how much he persists and chases after you.

“I like how you say my name,” continues Boba, his voice a soft purr. “Sounds beautiful on your tongue.”

“And you are too forward,” you snap, knowing that your sharpness is just a cover. Which is silly, because you do like him, and Boba seems to understand this. Boba burrows beneath your skin, and you cannot dig him out.

“Am I?” he asks with mock offense. You really want to throttle him, but you also really want to kiss him.

“Yes. I don’t know how many times I have to say this, Fett,” you emphasize, deliberately using his last name. “But a ‘no’ is a ‘no’ even if you don’t like it.”

Yep. Push him away. Keep pushing. Maybe he’ll take the hint this time.

Boba Fett stands tall, arms crossed over his chest, one hip slightly popped. With the helmet on, you have no idea what his expression might be or what he’s feeling. Not knowing is maddening, and it quickens your heartbeat, a growing tingle buzzing in the tips of your fingers.

“So, all those touches meant nothing to you?” he asks with just the faintest hint of roughness in his tone.

“Yes,” you lie.

Boba shifts on his feet, shoulders straightening. “What about all the kisses you’ve given me? Hm? Nothing?”

Kriffing hell, why is this man always so direct? It’s nice that Boba is good about telling you what he wants and what he’s thinking for the most part, but it always catches you off-guard. It makes you weak, melting you into goo that he can mold however he wishes.

“Those are not enough to build a marriage, Boba,” you shrug. “There has to be more.”

“But there is more.” He steps around the counter, stepping into your space. “Isn’t there?”

Boba is right. There is more. There has always been more. Whenever Boba is on Tatooine, he is visiting you, talking with you, bringing you gifts, fixing things around the shop without you having to ask. He has offered to take you out after you’ve closed shop. He routinely takes a personal interest in your safety and security. Because of that, no one bothers you or tries to harass additional credits out of you. They stay away and respect you because they see you as Boba’s woman.

And it isn’t only that. He only ever speaks softly to you. He only ever treats you with respect and shows general interest in your life. The most maddening thing is how many women have actively shown their interest in him to his face, and he has brushed them all aside. Even after all these refusals on your end, Boba still declines their advances, and shows up at your shop each day insisting that you marry him.

“Why do you keep denying this, cyar’ika? You know I’d make you happy.” Boba is standing too close, almost on top of you.

“The shop is closed,” you reply. “If you’re not going to make a purchase, you should leave.”

Boba nods his head and backs up, reaching for an item off the shelf without looking. He deposits some credits on the counter, much more than what the item is actually worth.

“I’ll return tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder, tapping the counter as he makes his exit.

The soft chime that alerts you to when the front door opens echoes throughout the room.

You’re in the backroom organizing. It’s the next day, and Boba hasn’t shown himself yet. This might be him, but it’s likely not. There are times when Boba does not come, and you are fully aware that those are times when Jabba sends him off for a job.

“Sorry. We’re closed.” You step out from the backroom and immediately freeze.

Three Nikto bikers loiter in the middle of the shop. It’s evident that they are not here to purchase anything. Their dark eyes roam over the shelves and tables, but once they notice you, they focus in, drawing closer.

“Apologies,” you say, attempting to project your voice, to sound tougher than you are. “We’ve closed for the evening. If there is something you need right away, I can ring you up. Otherwise, you’ll need to leave.” You do your best to keep your voice steady and calm, but you hear the gentle shake.

“This street is our new territory,” hisses the leader of the group. “We were stopping by to offer our…services.”

Services, meaning protection, meaning “pay us or you’ll be a target.”

Tatooine might be overrun with crime lords and criminal activity, but the main powers at play are not known to harass the smaller folks just trying to make a living. These are outliers. These are individuals who answer to no one but themselves, and believe they can carve a piece out for their own gain.

Rarely are they ever successful, but that doesn’t mean they don’t try.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, the soft chime comes again. This time everyone turns and you sigh with relief when you see who it is.

“Boba Fett,” says the Nikto slowly. His shoulders stiffen and they all put their hands on their blasters.

The bounty hunter does no answer right away. His helmet moves, scanning the Nikto, and then you, assessing. Even from across the shop, you sense Boba’s anger. There are few things that rile him up, but you’re one of them.

“It’s not smart moving in on Jabba’s territory. Or to harass what’s mine.” When Boba says mine, he growls it. The possessiveness in his tone heats your flesh, sends a sharp spike of desire down to your belly.

The Nikto all glance at each other before the leader addresses Fett. “We didn’t know the female was yours, Boba.” He holds his hands out in a placating gesture, indicating that he didn’t mean any harm. Yet you know that isn’t true. Their intention from the start was to harass you for credits.

You scoff at female but decide to let it go.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” Boba steps to the side.

The duo glance at their leader for direction. The Nikto’s features are impassive, but he eventually inclines his head, exiting as Boba insist they do. When the last one leaves, Boba momentarily glances in your direction. The door stands open, and Boba exits with him.

When it whooshes shut, you sprint over to the wall panel, immediately engaging the lock and shuttering the windows. You stand in the silent shop for a few minutes trying to calm your heartrate. Once it’s manageable, and not beating so hard it might burst from your chest, you head upstairs to your small apartment above the shop.

By the time you’re curled up in bed, you’re no longer anxious, but there is the slightest bit of tension that lingers in your limbs. Sighing, you turn over in the bed, only to hear the brief pulse of a jetpack shutting off and boots on the small balcony outside your bedroom window.

Slowly, you push up to sitting, the bedsheets falling to your waist. You know it’s Boba. He does this some nights. Camps out and protect you in the only way he knows how because you’re too stubborn to take him up on his numerous marriage proposals.

Tonight, it’s obvious as to why he’s out there. Part of you is reluctant to leave him outside. You’d prefer it if he were with you, within arm’s reach, to see him without the helmet. Plus, nights on Tatooine can grow cold. You want him inside where it’s warm.

On quiet feet, you go to the door that leads outside. Opening it silently, you stick your head out into the chilly air, finding Boba as he leans against the exterior wall, arms crossed.

“You should be in bed, cyar’ika,” chides Boba playfully.

You swallow, suddenly nervous now that you’re confronting him. “Do you want to come inside?” you ask, a bit hesitantly.

Maybe it’s the uncertainty in your tone, or the way you shrink back a bit into the interior of the room, because Boba is suddenly alert, all of his attention attuned to you.

Boba immediately pushes off from the wall and approaches you, his hand on the door, pushing it wider. “Are you hurt? Did one of them touch you?”

You shake your head vehemently. “No. I’m fine. Promise.”

Boba’s chest heaves slightly but you’re not sure if it’s from his sudden movement or a releasing of relief. He glances over his shoulder at Mos Espa, the t-shaped visor of his helmet fixated on the city’s skyline. Turning back, Boba nods.

You step away from the door and Boba enters. Even with the door closed and the windows’ shutters slanted to dim the moonlight, some of it still spills over the room like tiny white rivers.

His helmet hisses as the pressure seal disengages. Slowly, Boba lifts the helmet off his head and sets it aside on a nearby table. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, the ends sticking up slightly after he does so. With the faintest movement, Boba turns, and that moonlight cuts sharp glowing lines over his face, highlighting tanned skin and dark eyes.

You don’t even realize you’re moving closer to him until Boba grabs you by the waist and pulls you against his armor-clad body. Instinctively, your hands reach out, locking onto the beskar. Boba’s head dips and yours rises to meet him automatically, and yet there is no connection. It is simply holding, a waiting between two hesitant people.

“You haven’t asked me to marry you today,” you murmur.

The corner of Boba’s lips turns upward in a soft smile. “Will you marry me, cyar’ika?”

“No,” you say automatically, before the two of you start laughing.

“Let’s try that again.” Boba reaches up and cradles your cheek. “Cyar’ika. Will you marry me? Will you allow me to speak the words of my people? And will you speak them back?”

The words of his people. The Mandalorian marriage vows. You are distinctly aware of what they are and what they mean. Which is why Boba’s earnestness isn’t fake to you. Mandalorians take their weddings vows seriously even though the process of exchange is simple. It is the intention behind the exchange that is most important to them.

That is how you know Boba speaks the truth, that him asking you to marry him is a genuine desire of his.

“Passion does not make a relationship,” you reply.

The answer is a shift away from actually having to answer. How many times have you and Boba ended up on the floor of the backroom after rejecting him? It’s more than you can count on your hands.

“That’s all this is to you?” he laughs. “You know I can give you more. I do more than that now.”

You curl forward a bit, rest your forehead against the beskar. “I’m scared,” you whisper.

“Of what?”

“Of what will change.”

Boba’s fingers brush under your chin and lightly guide your gaze back to his. “I wouldn’t ask you to give anything up.”

“Yes, but—”

Boba gives the slightest shake of his head and you instantly quiet. “Do you want me?” he asks. “Tell the truth.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want you,” you breathe, allowing the words to drip off your tongue.

“May I have one of your kisses?” he asks softly, one gloved thumb lightly pressing down on your bottom lip.

“Yes,” you breathe.

Boba closes the distance, forms perfectly to you. It is slow and delicate and sweet. Your body hums with energy, and when you press for more, Boba growls and pulls back, hastily ripping off his gloves to reveal his bare hands.

Then he’s cupping the side of your face, drawing you back to him, tasting and tasting and tasting until your fingers are clawing at him in desperation. When he breaks the kiss, you still lean forward as if you can reach him.

“Then repeat the words with me, cyar’ika. Become my riduur.”

Boba presses his lips to yours, draws forth an air-stealing shiver from deep within your lungs.

“Mhi solus tome.”

“Mhi solus tome,” you repeat.

We are one together.

Boba slides an arm around your waist to drape softly over your curves. “Mhi solus dar’tome,” he says.

You say it back to him. “Mhi solus dar’tome.”

We are one when parted.

“Mhi me’dinui an.”

“Mhi me’dinui an.”

We share all.

This time, Boba slots his pelvis against yours, and you understand his heated intention.

“Mhi ba’juri verde.”

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” you say with shaky breath.

We will raise warriors.

Boba snuggles the side of your neck, breathes in your scent. “I’d like to lay with my riduur.” His fingers find the edge of your sleeping robes.

“As long as I can have my riduur the same way.”

Boba grins against your throat. Together, the two of you remove his armor, piece by piece by piece. The moment his flightsuit is unzipped and he steps out of it, Boba is on you, drawing your lips to his, desperately claiming what is now so rightfully his.

Your own clothes are gone before making it to the bed. Boba runs his hands over your back, sliding down to lift you into his arms. Your legs wrap around his middle, and Boba carries you off, placing you gently onto your back.

His mouth upon your skin is a brand. Hot. Searing. It goes lower, lower still until you’re crying out for him, begging for him to be with you as your riduur should. Boba is happy to do so, sliding between your thighs so perfectly, you both lose yourselves momentarily before becoming nothing but a raging storm, waves crashing into each other repeatedly until one of you breaks.

Rest does not come until the morning suns begin to ascend over the horizon. You do not open your shop. And Boba does not return to Jabba’s palace.

There is peace for a while.

Harmony.

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