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I’m so excited for your kinktober!!! Can I please request overstim with Boba please? Thank you!! 💖💖

ahhh thank you, jey 💜 i combined this with another prompt and added a special guest 😈

more | boba fett x fem!reader x garsa fwip

Kinktober Day Thirteen & Twenty-five: Overstimulation & Threesome

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Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader x Garsa Fwip

Warnings: threesome, overstimulation, double penetration, vaginal and anal penetration, bdsm elements, spanking, use of color system

“How many is that?”

“F—fo—ur…” Your respond is torn, the syllables forced out as coils of pleasure from your most recent orgasm snake through your body. 

Yet, neither of the two beings between you slow down. Boba, the one who asked the question, lies beneath you, his hands covering your breasts as he thrusts up into your aching cunt. Garsa is behind you, naked with a strap-on fastened with her favorite toy. Her grip on your hips is firm, pumping into your ass with equal force.

“Aww, listen to her. She sounds like she’s breaking,” Garsa coos in indulgence, bringing a hand down to your ass with a fleshy thwap. Your skin burns in pleasure, your lower half clenching around both of them, as you collapse onto Boba.

His hands move out from between your squished chests, grasping your shoulders in comfort and asking, “What do you think, princess? Do you need a break?”

“Don’t be so soft, Boba,” Garsa says, her toy pushing against your puffy walls with every swing of her hips. “Our princess is the one who wanted to break her record today.”

While her hips move, Garsa's hands move forward in search of your own until she finds them holding Boba's arms. Taking one into her own, she whispers in your ear, “Isn’t that right?”

There is no taunting in her voice, only patience as her fingers play with your own. All it takes is three squeezes to Garsa’s hand and it stops. No exceptions, no whines of protest, just three light squeezes.

A moment a silence passes and you flick her hand away, muttering "Green" for emphasis as you lift yourself back up onto your knees.

“See, Boba?” Garsa says, satisfaction seeping in her words as she kisses the back of your neck. “Now stop slacking.”

He doesn't follow her command; rather, he focuses on you, watching the way your brows furrow and your eyes widen as Garsa thrusts into your tight hole. He stares, his hands caressing your hot skin as he searches for any sign of discomfort. You can only look back at him, nodding with a hazy eagerness, as you repeat the word green again.

And that's all he needs.

Readjusting himself, he grabs hold of your waist, his fingers brushing against Garsa's, and starts moving. He meets every one of Garsa's thrusts with spine bending precision, each moving in time with the other. His cock sinks into your depths, forcing your sopping walls apart. A flurry of breathless groans and choked grunts bounce around the three of you as you quickly approach the edge of release once again.

“You’re so close, princess. Come on — ahh — come for us," Garsa pants words of encouragement as you clench. Moaning her name, bliss bubbles in your core, the dripping sweetness of pleasure spreading to your limbs until your nerves burn.

You aren’t sure what does it — the feeling of two cocks stuffed in you, the grinding of your clit against Boba, or Garsa's encouragement — but it sends you spiraling. Your release hits you fast and hard, your core tightening as your knees give out. Waves of pleasure rush through you, drawing a feverous squeal of delight from you, as you feel Boba follow you into release. His body shivers turn to rembles, his jaw clenching as he buries himself deep inside of you.

With fluttering eyes and exhausted lungs, you come down from your high as Garsa stops to grant both you and Boba a moment of reprieve. Your head is still spinning from the thrill of another orgasm when Garsa speaks. “Five times, can you believe it?”

Her laugh sounds as shaky as your legs. You feel her lean down, her chest pressing against your back as she nuzzles her nose against your shoulder.

“I bet we can make it six,” Boba offers to which Garsa groans.

“Look at her! She’s exhausted,” Although her words are true, you still feel a spark in your chest at the challenge. You did say you wanted to beat your record today. 

“I...I could do one more.”

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Karrde's Fandom Friday Rec #4 (10/28/22)

There have been so many outstanding Kinktober fics getting posted recently, but when I tell you More by @thefact0rygirl knocked me on my bisexual ass, I mean it. Threesome? Overstimulation? WITH GARSA AND BOBA???

I was not ready. For any of this. The checking in, the teasing banter, and then THE COUNTING?? LE OOFFFFF. Also, I just love this version of Garsa:

“Don’t be so soft, Boba,” Garsa says, her toy pushing against your puffy walls with every swing of her hips. “Our princess is the one who wanted to break her record today.”

SOOOOO GOOD.

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PART 1 OF 2 (FICS ONLY)

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! There was SO MUCH content, I have to split this week's summary into two parts! A comprehensive list of this week’s fic submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content 🪐 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: ✨ Rooftop Reunion (Commander Fox x f!Reader) by @wings-and-beskar ✨ Sweet True Lies (Commander Fox x OC Keeda Ionza) by @sleepingsun501 I Fits I Sits (Captain Rex x OC Mira) by @kimiheartblade Cyare (Clone Trooper Sister x f!Reader) by @imarvelatthestars It Happened Quiet by @mercurydancer An Unexpected Chance by @mercurydancer For This Republic I Will Bleed by @captora

The Bad Batch: ✨Stars Beyond Number (Echo x Riyo Chuchi, Gregor x OC Cerra Kilian) by @dystopicjumpsuit ✨ Exigency (Captain Howzer x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino 🪐 (TBB S3) She Walks in Starlight (Clone Trooper Sister x f!Reader) by @imarvelatthestars A Dead Traitor is a Good Traitor by @hellowkatey 🪐 (TBB S3) Revelation by RheaShay (AO3)

The Book of Boba Fett: ✨ Golden (Garsa Fwip x Fennec Shand) by @btwxsixesandsevens

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: Shattered Sunrise (Mace Windu x OC Danica Morrow) by @pickleprickle Sahuldeem by @inonibird Agwe by @jedi-valjean

Batman: Home Is Where the Heart Is by LittleLadybugs (AO3) The Lone Ranger Never Had To Deal With Bruce Wayne by @theskeptileptic Your Hands Are To Loud by BatFamily_shenanigans (AO3) Have We Met Before? by @lulurythmea Soft Robin, Sleepy Robin, Little Ball of Trauma by @iselsis Surprise by Racoonwriter (AO3) Patty Cake, Patty Cake, My Brother Ran Away by That_Hippie_Chick (AO3) Play it Again by @jazz020 The Cold (My Burning Promise) by BlueKappa (AO3) Brotherly Wisdom by @olivia-anderson-fanfic Late by breathingsentences (AO3) Not Him by @animemangasoul

Hetalia: Axis Powers: A Matter of Time by @cultureandseptember A Matter of Course by @cultureandseptember TELL ME A PIECE OF YOUR HISTORY by @cultureandseptember

Crossover AUs: Tanjiro & Kagome: A Taishō-Heisei Friendship (Demon Slayer X InuYasha Crossover) by Splashpointparabox (AO3) Life Anew (Batman X Detroit: Become Human Crossover) by BrickSheep (AO3) Steer Yourself (Any Direction You Choose) (The Clone Wars X The Murderbot Diaries Crossover) by antonomasia09 (AO3) The Five Tenets That Mandalorians Must Follow (and the One Thing Worth Breaking Them For) (The Mandalorian X The Murderbot Diaries Crossover) by @urisarang

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 1 / THE DAY IT STARTED

!! THIS STORY IS FOR 18+ VIEWING ONLY, MINORS DNI !!

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You were just a cleaner at Garsa's Sanctuary when news broke of the new Daimyo who came into town, upon meeting him you realise the power he holds go further then just running Mos Espa. Luckily for you Boba Fett seems to take some interest in you, and you of course take the offer !! Reader is in her 20s !!

Boba Fett x f!reader 8.4k words It was a normal night at the Sanctuary, but news of Fortuna's death arrived and changes were about to happen to Mos Espa Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: Alcohol mention, masturbation Mando'a translations: mesh'la - beautiful

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The day it happened will forever be burnt into your brain, in everyway possible.

You are on your shift, grabbing the tubes to rinse the next glass that's lined up next to the other 10. It was a busy night in the Sanctuary, Garsa managed to advertise tonight's event to even citizens on the edge of Mos Espa. The cantina was full of people shouting and cheering, drinking while laughing, in the background was Max and the band playing quietly, well they weren't exactly playing quietly, the cantina was just that loud they were being drowned out.

The kitchen was usually the quietest place here simply so you staff could hear each other if needed. As you placed the last glass down for drying you washed your hands to rid of the cleaning chemicals you just used, you could hear the buzz of the street lamps humming off the side of the building as it came through the wide window in the kitchen, giving a weird comfort sound.

You had been working in the cantina for a couple of years now, you moved to Tatooine out of fear, you had basically ran away from home. Well, ran away from the new corrupt government that was coming in. Everyone had thought that now the Empire was gone you would all be safe and free to do as you wished, until people took advantage of the empty space of government. Your parents were against it, which lead them to a tragic end, there was no point in staying there anymore, everyone you loved was gone.

Tatooine would not have been your first choice, who in their right mind would come to this dump of a planet? But that is also exactly why you came here, you would be left alone, free to find a new start in life.

It was by chance you started working here. You were going into every cantina, every shop, every market stall, and every mechanic begging for work, but no one would take you. When you came across the Sanctuary you felt out of place, everyone in here was dressed in these beautiful clothes and clearly had more than enough money.

Then she appeared, Garsa Fwip.

She was wearing this beautiful light blue dress that tied around her neck, and having matching blue fabric around her head-tails, she was absolutely stunning.

''Welcome to the Sanctuary, how can I help you today?'' Her voice was so calm, but so questioning. A feeling of judgment was coming off customers as your clothes were not the type you would wear in somewhere like this, however no judgement from her.

''I was wondering if I could speak to who is in charge?'' You asked, earning a smile and raised eyebrows ''that would be me'' Garsa replies.

You blink a couple of times, feeling stupid even though how could you have possibly known who she was. ''Oh, I'm sorry, I was just wondering if you were hiring? Please, I can do anything, I'm begging just give me a chance. I-I can't live on what I've got and I can't go home-''

''Can you clean?'' Her soft voice asks, cutting off your ramble. You nod quickly, not wanting to lose the chance. ''Well, we have just had a new job opportunity in the kitchen, somebody recently left to start their own new life too.''

Tears start to well up in your eyes, the overwhelming feeling of someone finally hiring you after days of rejection. ''Thank you'' you whisper, fear of sobbing in the middle of the cantina. Her hand reached out to your arm, stroking it and guiding you towards the back.

''Let's get you sorted so you can start tomorrow, does that sound okay?'' She asked, and all you can do is nod in return. Her hands soothing your arms, calming you and welcoming you into her world.

Ever since then you have worked happily in the kitchen, hearing the same buzzing sounds every night that almost sooth you, a reminder that you have a better life then you would have if you stayed at home.

You were smiling to yourself, drying your hands, thankful no one else was in the corner of the sink currently. Allowing yourself to be in your own thoughts.

Suddenly, there was footprints moving quickly past the window, the music in the cantina had quietened. What was going on?

Curiosity came over you. You dropped the towel you were drying your hands on, and left through the staff door that went onto the streets. Following the crowd and noticing everyone was gathered in an area down the street.

When you reached where everyone had stopped, you stood on your tip-toes to see what they were surrounding. It seemed they were all looking at someone, a young blue Twi'lek woman.

Chains hanging from her wrists, barefooted, sitting in the cool Tatooine sand while everyone just stared her.

Her outfit looked like the slave outfits from Jabba's Palace, the chains kind of confirmed this, was she a run away slave? Or had she been set free? But Fortuna doesn't seem like the type to allow slaves to leave.

''Are you okay?''

''Aren't you from the Palace?''

''Where did you come from?!''

''How are you here?''

''Should we take her back to the Palace?''

''Hey, tell us where you came from!''

Questions where swimming in the air around this woman, who had yet to say much. Everyone was barking questions at her, demanding answers, but she was in silence while tears stained her face.

Her eyes glued to the chains dangling from her wrists. She was in a state of shock, both good and bad it seemed. Like a sense of relief had almost came over her.

Yet no one was actually trying to help her.

You pushed your way through the crowd, not caring what anyone around you thought. When you reached the front of the crowd it was easier to see her situation and how she was acting better. She was shaking, even in the heat, emotions coursing through her.

Slowly you knelt down next to her, her eyes slowing moving towards you, a slight hint of fear in them. Just like everyone else you clearly had no idea who she was or where she came from, but you felt extremely sympathetic towards her. Whatever had happened with her was clearly somewhat traumatic by the way she was acting, so you felt the need to help.

You knew what it felt to be helpless whilst everyone just watched.

The crowds eyes were digging into your back, but you had no care, no one else was trying to help her.

''Hey, are you okay? Do you want some help to safety?'' You ask her in a calm voice, knowing that she might not answer you, but wanting her to know you wish to help. Some people around you had quietened down, defiantly to overhear anything she says. You reached your hand out, hovering of her shoulder, not wanting to touch her in-case it made her uncomfortable.

''H-he's dead'' her soft, shaky voice said. ''Who?'' If she was from the Palace then there was only really one answer, and you knew what it would be.

''Lord Fortuna, he's... dead'' she said.

There were gasps in the crowd, everyone shocked that Bib Fortuna could actually be gone. The terrible, undeserved, selfish leader who took everything Jabba the Hutt owned in days, was finally gone.

But then the new question lingered, 'how was he dead? And who killed him?'

Like sure, he wasn't in good health, in the five years he was Daimyo he became so lazy and would constantly have his droids make him food. But this clearly wasn't his health that killed him down to the fact that this Twi'lek was here, clearly been freed.

The crowd then started barking questions about the events, some seeming to blame her for whatever reason.

Your hand lands on her shoulder gently and say ''hey, it's gonna be okay, you're safe now.''

''Come here child'' you hear from the outside of the crowd. People clear the way and your boss is stood there, with a understanding smile on her face.

Everyone quietened down, not daring to talk back to her.

''We can take care of you, lets get some food and water into you, and get you cleaned up out of those chains'' Garsa's soft voice says as she gets closer. The young woman reaches her hand up to hold Garsa's, you help her up in the prosses until she is in reach.

You watch her cling onto the older Twi'lek's arm, slowly walking back to the Sanctuary, back to safety. The crowd just watching, some still asking what happened as they walked by, but Garsa waves her hand saying ''let the poor girl rest, she is free now and that is what is most important. We will find out what happened to Lord Fortuna in due time.''

With that the crowd slowly disperses, while you're still kneeling in the sand thinking about the events that just happened.

Did that woman run the whole way from the Palace? Why did they allow her to leave? Who is this person who most likely killed Fortuna?

For the rest of your shift you can't help shake your thoughts. Garsa had took the blue Twi'lek into the private washrooms that are usually for the staff, a couple of other co-workers went off to help too by bringing a plate of food and many bottles of water. All night costumers have been basically begging the staff for information, about what happened, but obviously no answers were given for the sake of the woman's own privacy, and also due to none of you having a full idea on the events anyway.

Luckily by working in the kitchen you have been left alone by nosey costumers, only hearing your fellow co-workers complain. Of course you yourself were curious, but it feels like in the next couple of days Fortuna's killer will make some sort of announcement and claim the throne.

Honestly you were just curious on who was brave enough to get into that Palace to do it all. It's impressive either way.

Once your shift had ended you went to Garsa's office, mainly to check on the younger Twi'lek. It was so quiet in these back corridors, obviously to not disturb any work that happened back here. You felt silly, like you were being nosey, but then again you were the one who knelt down and spoke to the woman earlier, offering help when no one else did.

You knock on the office door to hear a quiet who's there from Garsa. When you say your name she comes to open the door, with a forced smile on her face. ''Everything okay?''

''Hi, yeah I don't mean to intrude, but I just wanted to check everything and see how she is'' you replied, hoping you don't sound nosey and annoying. Garsa opens the door wider to allow you in and then shuts it behind you.

''Thank you'' the young Twi'lek says in a very soft and tired voice. You look at her with concerned eyes, ''thank you for trying... to help earlier, everyone else j-just felt like they want to know how a- how a... slave was free.''

She was clearly getting choked up on her words; you'd not considered that part of it, how scary being a freed slave must be. Obviously being a slave would be a hard life, but being seen as a run away or freed slave?

The fear of someone throwing you back into that business must be a whole new fear.

''It was the least I could do'' you smiled softly at her.

She was wearing more comfortable clothing now, the chains nowhere to be seen. A more relaxed look on her face compared to earlier, but still that hint of fear still in her eyes.

''It seems like it was someone Fortuna knew who killed him'' Garsa said, your head whipped around to her, so she had some answers then? You raised an eyebrow, hoping she would tell you more.

''There were two of them, a woman who seemed like a bounty hunter. She appeared first taking everyone by shock, shooting a couple of guests, but she was also the one who freed our guest here. Then there was apparently another person, a man she thinks. He didn't say anything before Fortuna briefly spoke to him and he shot him in the chest, but that was all she saw'' Garsa informed you.

You stood there for a moment processing it. ''So they were both bounty hunters? Then Fortuna had maybe wronged them?'' You asked, knowing no one knew this answer than the two who now control the Palace.

Garsa shrugged ''I guess we'll find out more soon enough. Whoever this man is, he will announce himself as the new Daimyo sooner rather then later.''

There is a weird type of tension in the air, no one really sure what to say.

What was going to happen now?

Your name is said so you turn your head back to your boss ''you should go home, rest. There will be no need to stress over this'' she rests her hand on your shoulder and gives you a warm smile. You return the smile and nod, you then turn to the woman and give her a smile too.

The walk back home is full of many thoughts, thinking of what Garsa said to you. She knows about home, you told her pretty much instantly since she asked why you were in a rush for job. There was never any judgement, but this current situation was reminding you of home. Not wanting to have to leave another planet out of fear of war and being killed.

When you reach your small apartment you don't even bother to turn any lights on, you strip of your work clothes and climb into bed, the air now getting too warm to sleep wearing any clothes.

As you drift off you try to calm your troubling thoughts, reminding yourself that you haven't even met this new 'ruler' and what his rule will be like.

*****

It's been a couple weeks now since the new Daimyo came into town. You have since learnt the names of the two people who killed and overturned Fortuna.

Boba Fett and Fennec Shand.

You thought at first it was a joke, you had heard the rumours and stories of the feared bounty hunter Boba Fett. The man in Mandalorian armour, who worked in the criminal underworld but also for the Empire, the man who was feared across the galaxy. Yet he was swallowed by a Sarlacc the day Jabba the Hutt died. He had died that day too, or so everyone had thought.

Now Fennec Shand, you don't think you'd ever heard of her before. Since finding out about her you learnt she was a bounty hunter back during the Clone Wars and early days of the Empire, and also an elite mercenary, master assassin who worked for the top crime syndicates too. You were surprised to find out you had never heard of her, regardless of how young you are.

The young Twi'lek they had freed left the Sanctuary a week ago, Garsa had found her somewhere to stay with someone trustworthy. She, obviously, was sceptical at first, but she seems to trust Garsa and took her word for it.

Honestly, there has been such an odd atmosphere around Mos Espa since Boba Fett came, you still haven't quite relaxed yet. Like why did a bounty hunter want to rule here? What is the motive? These unanswered questions were sitting with you weirdly and they had yet to be answered.

You tried to take your mind off it as you got ready for work, throwing on your long black skirt and white shirt, shoving your black apron into your bag then heading off for work.

The heat of the twin suns comes down on you during your walk, you wonder how anyone can mange to wear so many layers of clothing on this planet. It took you a good few months to get adjusted to the weather here, constant heat, only slightly cooling down at night. Whenever you weren't working you tried to stick to dresses and short skirts, one annoying thing about your uniform was the skirt was long.

As you get towards the Sanctuary you notice the main path is different then usual, there's people tidying up and you assume a fight must have happened. There were tables overthrown, carts tipping up with fruit falling out. People are crowded into small groups, quietly gossiping between themselves.

You turn your head to look at the building a few people were pointing at and on the side of one is a burn mark, like a small explosion happened. Part of the building is missing, causing a small pile of rubble to form on the ground below.

Your eyes are almost popping out your head, has shit already gone down? Was this the Daimyo's doing? Are people rebelling?

A million thoughts go through your head as you speed up to the staff door, clutching your bag tight.

Throughout the whole cantina there is chatter, no music playing at all. Everyone in the kitchen is trying to work fast to make drinks and food. ''Hey guys, what happened out there?'' You asked, trying to mask your worry.

''You didn't hear?'' One guy says, you shake your head no. ''A group of assassins were trying to kill the Daimyo!'' One girl shouts. ''It was crazy'' another adds. ''Yeah if it weren't for his Gamorrean guards they both would've been dead'' someone else says.

''Did you see Lord Fett blow up that one on the side of the building?! It was terrifying!'' Is that what the burn mask was? Someone being blown up?!

''No it wasn't, it was so cool! Shows his power!''

Your breathing was shaky and heavy, you didn't want to have to leave planet, but this was starting to sound like home in the worse ways. You didn't want to watch a civil war to kick off again.

''Guys, can we bring some snacks out for the guests please, let's try to distract them'' the green Twi'lek appears snapping you out of your thoughts. He and the yellow Twi'lek are Garsa's assistants, so what they say goes. Everyone stopped chatting and picked up trays then started flowing out the doors.

Taking a deep breath in to try and calm yourself, you go to find your locker to get started for todays shift. As you walk towards the locker room you see Garsa, she was slightly chewing on her nails, a worried looked painted across her face.

''What happened earlier?'' You asked her in panic, her hand dropping from her mouth as she looked at you, putting on a fake smile.

''Our new Daimyo, Lord Fett, payed us a visit earlier. He wanted to see how business was going and to introduce himself, the pair of them seem like nice enough people, they actually walked here instead of being carried on a litter like Jabba used to'' she slightly laughed, ''they didn't stay for long, we of course put some credits in his helmet as a sign of respect. He left happily to carry on introducing himself to fellow businesses, and that's when everything went a different direction. A group of assassins appeared out of nowhere and attacked them both, if it wasn't for his Gamorrean guards then they both would've been dust in the sand.''

''Who were these assassins?'' You asked, wondering if she would have any idea who could've done this.

''Can't say I know, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was one of the other Syndicates who sent them, some of them have been displeased since Lord Fett came into town.''

Pondering her response in silence, trying to understand what she was hinting, would one of the Syndicates dare do something this bold to the new Daimyo?

You weren't sure how everything really worked on this planet, and honestly you never really cared enough to find out. Everything you needed to know always came from Garsa, always trusting her word and judgement. The politics on every planet was so different, and Tatooine was in such an odd area with stuff.

''Anyway'' she said, forcing a smile back onto her face, ''there is no point in worrying about it, they both made it back to the Palace safe and Lord Fett is getting any treatment he needs.''

Nodding you reply, ''well that's good I guess, I just hope they find out who sent them soon. I don't want to watch fights unfold'' slightly laugh out of awkwardness, old memories trying to sneak back in.

Garsa's hands rub your arms ''you're safe here, nothing bad will happen, I promise child.'' You smile at each other before you pull away to carry on getting ready for your shift.

The shift just dragged, hearing everyone complain about getting bombarded with questions about earlier events. It was impossible to get your mind off it, stuck in constant worry. You wish you were able to go straight up to Boba Fett and ask him what his plans with Mos Espa was, and if it would be peaceful.

The next morning you were woken by low drumming. You groaned at first thinking it was an alarm, reaching over to turn it off, but as your hand reached it you realised you weren't due to wake up for a while still.

The drumming continued, like it was traveling through the city.

You wanted to look outside and see what was happening, but you were paralyzed with fear, unable to get out of your bed. People weren't screaming in fear, so you hoped that the drumming meant nothing bad, but there also wasn't anyone cheering to encourage it being good.

What did this mean? This was new, Garsa had never told you about any of this. In the years you'd lived here you had never experienced this. You weren't sure if you were overreacting to this or not.

Then, the drumming stopped.

The city was still silent. You finally managed to peel back the covers, and slowly got out of bed to look out the window. Some people were just wondering around, like nothing was happening, and then some people were standing around trying to look at something. You weren't sure what or where.

You throw some clothes on, just a light blue knee high dress and boots, then hype yourself up to go outside. Following the streets to where you could see people crowded, noticing them all watching something.

This could be a bad idea, you could die, but you also felt like whatever was happening wasn't too bad.

Before you know it the drumming is back, you move towards the closet building for support, like it would hide you. People start moving out the way for something, and there it was.

Two Hutts, on a litter, drums around them playing.

Why were the Hutts here? Especially now? Jabba died five years ago, unless this was about Fortuna and Fett?

Your eyes are glued to them, one seemed to be wiping its head with a small animal using it like a rag, he other was using a very small fan to cool down its body. You still haven't moved away from the wall, watching them from a distance, moving very slowly. Heart arching for the people carrying the litter, imagining how heavy one Hutt must be, unable to think about two.

Once they finally move out the way you look at what direction they appeared from, your heart sinks when you noticed. They were coming from the Sanctuary.

Unsure where to go now, just watching the crowd of people and staring at the street the Hutt's just went down. Part of you wanted to check on the cantina and find out what happened, but part of you just wanted to stay put. Once again, almost stuck with fear. You hated this.

Everyone around you had gone back to normal, you assumed this must just be 'normal' then. Maybe this is what Garsa meant yesterday about how Fett didn't come in on a litter, about how when Jabba did it it was considered normal?

You don't know, completely lost in thoughts, letting time pass you by.

Taking a deep breath in, you finally get the courage to go to the Sanctuary. Your feet refuse to go quick, walking up the almost empty pathway. The door is in your sight and from what you can see everything is normal in there, already hearing Max and the band, a good sign.

As you walk through the doors you hear Garsa's beautiful voice say your name, you look towards her and give her a slight smile. ''Why are you here at this hour? You should be resting'' the care in her voice brings you so much warmth.

''Those damn Hutt's woke me with their drums'' you reply, slightly laughing because how would they not have woken you. She nods, laughing herself. ''Speaking of, why were they here?''

She looks at you like you should know, ''Lord Fett, of course'' the tiredness coming through. The reply doesn't surprise you since you yourself had suspected it. This is when you realise she is still in yesterdays clothes, has she been here all night?

''Garsa, have you slept yet?'' Worrying for your bosses health and wellbeing.

A scoff escapes her, ''not had the chance yet, since last night I got news of the Twin Hutt's laying claim to this territory and where on their way. Before I had chance to even think of going home Lord Fett and Mistress Shand turned up, demanding answers since the Mayor wants to put this on my head'' the annoyance in her voice coming out at the end of the sentence. You can understand it though, why was the Mayor trying to involve her?

''But anyway, I informed Lord Fett on this and as I did so the Twins turned up. We all watched from inside here, they seemed to threaten him and have Black Krrsantan on their side too, as a bodyguard almost'' she carries on, but that name goes over your head, she says it so casually you feel like you're meant to know who that is.

She sighs and slowly moves towards the back offices with you to carry on talking. ''In some better news, we have an opportunity tonight. Lord Fett has requested our services in the Palace'' she says as she shuts the staff door. You rise an eyebrow at her ''what do you mean?''

''Due to the way some of the Syndicates have been acting, and now this situation with the Hutt's, he wants to hold a party in the Palace to allow the community to get to know him. See what type of Daimyo he is to the people of Mos Espa'' she stops at her office, looking at you with a sparkle in her eyes, ''he wants to hire some of the kitchen and bar staff for the night, and if all goes well he wants to give some job opportunities for people too.''

''And I was wondering if you would come tonight? Since you are our best cleaner'' she laughs.

''Will you be there?'' You ask, wanting to know if there will be a familiar face there to ground you, otherwise you might spiral due to this changing your days plan.

''Of course I will be, I'm curious on what Mistress Shand does on her space time'' Garsa smirks. You giggle and ask ''why do you want to know? Is she a beautiful lady?''

You watch blush sneak onto your bosses cheeks, and you can't help but laugh. In the years you've known Garsa now you've never seen her react this way to a woman, sure you've seen her blush and giggle with other women, but to this extent? Oh, she was crushing!

''Aww, well yes I will defiantly come tonight now as I need to watch you gush over her'' you smirk.

Plus, you'd like to get a chance to see what type of ruler Boba Fett will be.

You head home to get ready for tonight, since you are cleaning crew you don't have to get there until an hour beforehand. The dress code was to dress nice, but basically wear an apron over it.

When you jump out the shower you search your closet for an outfit, letting your wet hair drip down your back. The outfit you pick out is a knee length, dark green dress that hugged your body so your apron would fit comfortably over it, and a pair of brown ankle boots. You thought why not show off all your body to others, you don't get many opportunities to nowadays to meet new people.

Garsa had got a vehicle for you all to travel there in since not all of you owned your own, including yourself. Plus it meant no-one was covered in sand when turning up to the Palace.

The trip there was chatty, everyone gossiping between themselves. Some wondering what the night would entail, others just wondering what the Palace is like as none of you have been.

You had been told how large the Dune Sea was, but until now you didn't know, you have never left Mos Espa in the time you'd lived here. The endless sands passing you by, bringing a weird anxiety with the sights.

Nothing but the sands for miles and miles.

The thoughts of that young Twi'lek woman walking the whole way through this saddens you, you wonder how long is must have taken for her to get to safety.

All thoughts are broken when you see the Palace come into view. The wider tower coming into view first, a small one to the side and a larger one peaking from behind. The red and dark brown stone covering the building, defiantly damage from decades of burning under the suns.

The whole vehicle going quiet in awe, this was really happening, we were working in this Palace tonight.

Garsa greats you all at the entrance as the vehicles comes to a stop. She had came earlier with the cooking and bar crew to help them settle in easier. The group of you are guided into the Palace with Garsa at the front, allowing her to show you all the way.

Considering this place was a Palace it didn't over-ally seem that way, no sign of 'royalty'. Your eyes are just staring at the interior, the design was odd, you wonder if this was Jabba, Fortuna or Fett's choice of design.

The Palace was massive, obviously you knew that from the exterior, but being inside you felt tiny and almost insignificant. The building held so much power, but also some despair too. The memories of the multiple rulers who have probably lived here, claiming the territory across the sea for decades.

There were so many shady and sketchy corners, most likely where hunters used to chat and do dodgy deals. You wonder how much of the bounty hunter world carried on through here, if it all changed when Fett became in charge. Sure it changed when Fortuna was in charge, but he wasn't a hunter himself, just a lazy majordomo.

So far you were yet to see anyone, no staff, no guards, and obviously no hunters.

Part of you wondered what must go on in this Palace, did they have any activates to kill time? Surely it must be boring having meetings after meetings constantly.

You realise you've reached a set of slightly twirling stairs, watching your group descend first. You are the last person in the group now due to walking slower to take in your surroundings, and being lost in your own thoughts.

''Lord Fett, the rest of Madam Garsa's crew is here'' you hear a smelter droid say as Garsa starts to reach the bottom of the stairs.

Panic starts rising in you, you really are about to meet the Boba Fett, the feared and ruthless bounty hunter, the man who should be dead but here he is. The legends and stories you had heard of this man has you scared, but also so curious.

As you turn the last bit of the stairs you can see the platform the throne sits on, a pair of boots parted. The famous green armour comes into your view, a Mandalorian helmet staring at you all.

You keep walking, and everyone has stopped in front of him, waiting to be addressed. Eyes are glued to him, taking him in.

His legs are parted, one gloved hand resting on his right thigh, the other sitting on the arm rest. His armour is scratched in a few areas on his chest, the only armour on his lower half seeming to be on his knees. You can see how broad his shoulders are, so much muscle and power holding in them.

The belt has so many little gadgets hanging off it, you wonder what each of them do. You notice his stomach is slightly hanging over the top of the belt, but not in a way it was being uncomfortable on his body.

Your eyes move to his gauntlets on his arms when you catch a shine on his helmet, you look up and notice he is staring at the group of you, but not really knowing where he is actually looking thanks to the visor.

The power coming of this man was hot, all he was doing was sitting there, and yet you feel the need to press your legs together.

The throne itself was made out of stone, not over-ally looking comfortable. On the end of each armrests were carvings of Rancor heads, aware that you were stood on top of the old Rancor pit that Jabba was famous for owning.

The way he was sitting in the throne, so relaxed but also clearly asserting dominance. That throne looked like it was made for him, there was no doubt it was his throne.

Your eyes wander to his right and you notice a woman standing almost in the shadows. Her hair in multiple little braids with orange thread going through it, dressed in all black leather with hints of orange.

Is this Fennec Shand then? It would make sense, since everything you have learnt about her it seems like she is keeping Lord Fett safe, clearly ready to shot anyone who wrongs him.

If this was her you can understand why Garsa was gushing over her, she was in fact a beautiful lady.

''Welcome'' a voice says, your head turning back to Boba Fett, did that come from him? His voice is husky, even through a voice modifier, you weren't sure what voice you expected to hear, but it took you by surprise. ''I appreciate you all wanting to work here tonight'' he adds, which sounds more like a statement then actual gratitude.

He carries on talking, but you aren't listening, well you are but not taking it in. You could listen to him talk for hours, his voice is heavenly and so mesmerising to listen to.

After a while you are all dismissed to the kitchen, everyone chatting away about Fett. Some saying he seems rude, some saying he seems nice. You, on the other hand, just kept any thoughts to yourself.

That man, the power he holds, is so attractive.

Once you reach the kitchen you are shown briefly where everything is, luckily for yourself it was just simple. The joys of being a cleaner, everything you need is right here.

It was obvious when the party had started, it took awhile until you all had to actually start working, waiting for the dishes to come in. The party was being held a couple of rooms over, the music quite loud and hearing people shouting and laughing.

Part of you was jealous, wanting to join them all. Yet you knew your anxiety would go crazy over a room of strangers, regardless of Garsa being in there too, herself knowing everyone.

As it slows down a bit you take the opportunity to use the fresher. You excuse yourself and wander down the hallway to find it, the smelter droid, 8D8 was his name apparently, had told you when you arrived at the kitchen where it was, but now it was trying to remember where it was.

The fresher is in your sight when your name is yelled and you turn to see your boss walking towards you with a drink in her hand, ''I need some advice'' she says. You stare at her and wonder what she could need. She grabs your hand and pulls you into the throne room where the party is being held.

''Okay, so you must know the best type of glasses, I need to know which glass will be the best to give to Mistress Shand'' Garsa asks. You blink at her, she really asked you this? You can't help but start laughing, almost curling over. She was falling for this woman so badly.

''Oh Garsa'' you laugh, looking at her now blushing face.

Once you calm yourself, finding her crush amusing, you examine the glasses and tell her to use the one with the long body and very wide top. Since Shand is mostly on the job she wouldn't want a drink she would shot, more one that she can sip.

After the spotchka was poured into the glass it was given to a droid carrying a tray. You watched it maze through the room, avoiding the guests, going towards the throne. As you look up you see that helmet staring at you.

His sight completely towards you, your breath gets caught in your chest. He may not have even staring at you, but it's like you can feel his eyes burning into you.

The helmet tilts up ever so slightly and the hand on his thigh starts to move up and down slightly, his body moving back a bit causing his legs to be more open. The subtle movement makes your own legs press together again, wetness suddenly appearing in your underwear.

''She's been given the drink'' Garsa says, snapping you out of your gaze, turning to Shand. She smirks and looks up towards Garsa, slightly nodding towards her and sipping it.

You turn to your boss, seeing her whole facing turning red out of blush, smiling back and then turning away. A slightly giggle leaves her, her hand falling onto her mouth.

''Hey, that went well then'' you smile at her.

The two of you stand and laugh about it for a little until you remember the reason you left the kitchen in the first place and turn towards the fresher seeing as you had finished helping her flirt with the assassin. Before you leave the throne room though you once again take a look to the throne and notice that it is now empty.

Shrugging it off, thinking he most likely had just went to introduce himself to others. Or maybe to tell Garsa off for flirting with his righthand man, the thought makes you laughing quietly to yourself.

Once you shut the door you sigh, annoyed at yourself for getting so turned on by a kriffing helmet looking at you. As you wash your hands you stare at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath in, telling yourself to just go back to the kitchen, carry on your job and go home.

You pull the door open and head towards the kitchen, looking down to fix your apron. Noticing it needs to be retied you stop, reaching towards your back, when suddenly a body knocks into you. They're cold on your back, your hands are right next to their hips.

''Careful little one'' the person behind you says. Your eyes are popping out their sockets, the realisation of who is stood behind you.

Not moving as fear, but also arousal, hits you.

''Here'' Lord Fett says and then next thing you know you feel the apron tightening around you, causing your underwear to stick back to you, new wetness appearing. He grabbed the straps and tying it for you, his cold gloved hands knocking into your back, your body heating up against his slight touch.

''There, that looks more professional'' he says after tying the bow, you still standing in the same position, your hands have only just moved and are now resting on your stomach. Unsure what to do with yourself.

The sound of the spurs on his shoes move around you, like he was studying you. His eyes most defiantly moving up and down your body with you unknowing due to being unable to see his gaze. Your chest is rising fast, mouth ever so slightly opened, legs pressed together. Your body not really knowing what to do.

The way he was staring at you made you feel like prey, and he was the hunter.

A hand reached out and lifts your chin up ever so slightly, forcing you to stare right into the black visor of the green, dented helmet.

''Everything okay mesh'la?'' His husky voice asks. You swallow and nod, unsure what the last word was. He could probably see that you were nervous of some kind, and you wonder if he enjoys this, the idea of someone fearing him.

Not that you did fear him, but at this current moment you almost couldn't. This man was dangerous.

''I've been informed your the best cleaner Garsa has, is this correct?''

''Yes, sir'' the title slipping off your tongue before you can question it. He hums, his gloved fingers still holding your chin.

Such a beautiful sound.

You can feel yourself dripping onto your underwear, you were melting under his gaze and touch.

''Lord Fett, Mistress Shand is asking for your return as you have guests waiting'' the same 8D8 droid from earlier is heard in the doorway of the throne room.

''Tell her I will be there in a moment'' he raises his voice so the droid can hear him. Once the droid has clearly moved away you can feel this tension coming off Fett, his attention back to you.

His hand leaves your chin, your face is probably bright red. You suddenly miss the feeling of his hand on your chin, your eyes fall shut as he moves his hand to tuck a piece of hair away from your face. A small chuckle leaves him, causing you to almost choke on nothing.

''I shall let you go back to work, but don't overdo yourself girl. I would like you to return to the Palace in the next few days, I have an opportunity for you'' he states, and with that he leaves.

The way he carries himself while walking was a beauty to watch. What a powerful man.

You breath out, which then you realise you had been holding your breath. How long had you been doing that?

Moments pass, trying to understand what had just happened. What had just happened? And did he tell you to come back?

As you head back to the kitchen a couple of heads turn as you re-enter, you had been gone for half an hour now. ''Everything okay?'' Someone asked, you smiled and nodded. ''You were gone for a while, you sure you're okay?'' Another asked.

''Oh, Garsa grabbed me. W-wanted my help with something'' you awkwardly laughed. It wasn't a complete lie.

You did nothing but think about the event the whole time you cleaned, did you get offered a job? But would you take it though?

Of course you enjoyed working for Garsa, you adored her and she very much cared for you. However, a job in the Palace?! You can only image the pay is better, and you'll have to deal with less drunk idiots. Plus this place seems like it would have good security, especially Shand as she is constantly keeping an eye on everything and everyone.

Yet, you know nothing of these two really, would you throw away working for Garsa basing your whole interaction of tying an apron and a chin hold? Your body is telling and screaming at you yes, wanting to be close to Lord Fett again, however your brain is screaming no and to wait.

For the rest of the night you are almost on autopilot whilst cleaning, your mind completely wondered off.

''Well, tonight went wonderfully!'' Garsa's voice appeared as you placed the last spoon down. All of you turning to the doorway to face your boss who carried on talking, ''I have been told Lord Fett wants to ask a few of you to work for him, there would be no hard feelings if you were to accept! I know how rough this planet is, especially in terms of reputation. There will be a few meetings over the next few days to those who he has told me he wishes to talk to. Don't worry bar and food staff will also be asked too, so there will be familiar faces in the Palace for you all.''

Hearing this makes you feel less tense about earlier, but yet you are unaware if you are the only one he himself approached.

After a little Garsa leaves so that you can all clean up the kitchen and get ready to leave. The group heading back towards the throne room to leave the same way you came in, anxiety sitting in your stomach thinking about seeing him again.

Holding your apron over your arm, you find yourself playing with the strap to calm yourself. You follow the group up the steps into the throne room, once you reach the top you avoid even looking at the throne. Everyone is walking single file, but then you notice at the front of the group people are stopping and bowing to the throne and thanking them.

Shit. No avoiding it now.

Your eyes are fixed ahead, not daring to look at him, not until you have to.

When you are next, you stop and turn to the throne. You smile at him, bow and say ''thank you Mistress Shand, and you Lord Fett. It was an honour, sir.''

The title slipping off your tongue again. His hand on the arm rest tightening into a fist, and his body moves back.

A smirk crawls across your face. You swear you hear him mumble something, but shake it off and turn to carry on following everyone else.

As you start ascending the stairs you turn for a quick moment and notice his helmet is once again glued you tonight. A flush runs over you and you walk up the stairs quicker.

****

Once you finally reach home that night you strip of your dress and sit on your bed, thinking about Fett's hand on your chin, how he referred to you as 'little one', the apron tightening around you, his hands touching your back.

Your eyes shut as your hand travels to your underwear, moving them to the side and finding yourself absolutely soaked. Using your two fingers you start drawing small circles around your clit, throwing your head back, letting little moans escape your mouth.

With your eyes shut you imagine that helmet staring at you, him chuckling at you getting off to him slightly touching you.

Bringing your other hand to your breasts, pushing the bra away and start playing with your hardened nipple.

More quiet moans leave your mouth, you allow your body to lay back on your bed as your hand moves from your clit to your pussy.

Starting slowly at first, pumping yourself with two fingers.

Thinking to yourself how many fingers he would be able to fit in you, how much he would stretch you out because if his gloves are anything to go off two would stretch you.

You wonder if he was staring at your ass as he tied the apron. Wondering if he liked what he saw.

Imagining he was waiting for you in the corridor, wanting to see you.

You knew that was extremely unlikely, but your horny brain didn't care, you just wanted to be touched again.

The feeling of his body pressed against yours, feeling the broadness of his body, the power and dominance radiating off him.

The images of him manspreading on his throne appear in your mind, imagining how big he must be. You get a hot flush at the idea of him fucking you on the throne.

Imagining how his voice would sound praising you, how his moans would sound. You remember how he sounded when he hummed and it caused your body to react, feeling the build of your orgasm coming.

You carry on fingering yourself, moving your hand off your nipples to play with your clit, pushing yourself over the edge.

Eyes slam shut as you see stars, your orgasm seeping through you as thoughts of Lord Fett come into your brain.

''Oh Boba'' you quietly moan.

You allow your orgasm to carry out, once your pussy is too sensitive you remove your hands. Taking a deep breath in, then start to laugh at yourself. You really just masturbated and came over a man you have not seen the face of, hardly know, all because he touched your face and your back slightly.

After a little while you strip yourself of your underwear and jump into the shower for the second time today, needing to clean yourself of the sweat. As you clean yourself you once again go back to the idea of the job offer, you need to speak to Garsa and figure it all out better, have a meeting with Fett and see if it would work.

You wonder, would it work if you've just masturbated over this man? Your possible future boss?

A sigh leaves you as you dry off, climbing into your bed with your hair still damp, not really caring. Your body needed some rest, this day being so long, remembering you were woken suddenly and in fear from those damn drums earlier. Then on top of that, the whole night at the Palace, forget the events with Fett, just working in a new place for the night and having your day changed.

As you drift off to sleep you try to rid your thoughts of Boba Fett, but apparently that was impossible.

[monako-jinn-stories]

Boba Fett X GN!Reader FanFic

The Tribute

Master List

Chapter Three

Chapter Five

Chapter Four

It’s been another long and uneventful day at the palace. No one has come to speak to Fennec and Boba, and they haven’t gone into the city to deal with anyone. The new gang that Boba hired didn’t stay around, instead deciding to be off doing whatever it is they do. You were left mostly alone, as Fennec worked on important things, and Boba healed in the bacta tank.

As you wander back to your room, you glance into the med area to see Boba putting his armor on. You watch him for a second, admiring him and his presence. He was regal even when he wasn’t trying, a formidable sight.

“Something catch your eye, little one?” Boba asks, turning to reveal a slightly smug look on his face.

“Mmm, perhaps. I think it was the shine of your beskar.”

“Perhaps,” he agrees with a small chuckle. The room falls quiet as he continues to put his armor on. The silence is comfortable, both of you content with just being in the other’s presence. Words don’t need to be spoken between the two of you, only looks need to be exchanged to understand what the other is thinking. It was strange to you how quickly you’d become close, how quickly you grew attached to him.

“I missed you today,” you say as you look out the windows. A soft smile plays over Boba’s lips as he comes to stand by you.

“I apologize for my absence-“

“No, it’s okay. I’m glad you’re healing.”

“Actually, I have some news,” he says. You look at him curiously, and he steps back and does a little spin.

“I am now fully healed!”

“You’re fully healed?” you say, a big grin slowly coming to your lips to match his. He nods his head, and you all but jump into his arms.

“Boba, that’s amazing! Does that mean no more long bacta baths?”

“We’ll see about that,” he chuckles. “I’m not as young as I once was, and certainly not as young as you. This old man might need to use it for other healing needs.”

“Well, this old man better do his best to stay out of trouble then,” you tease, poking his chest.

“I wish it were that easy, little one,” he says with a sigh, gently taking your hand into his own. “Unfortunately, with my reputation, and being Daimyo, and the trouble with the Pykes, I’m afraid-“

“It’s okay, Boba,” you say, stepping closer and gently placing a palm on his cheek. “Just try to be as safe as possible, that’s all I ask.”

“I’ll do that for you, mesh’la,” he says, before his cheeks warm slightly and he glances down. “I’d do anything for you.” Your own cheeks warm at the confession, and you only have one desire, to gently press your lips to his, but you resist the urge.

“Would you have dinner with me before you go?” you ask, and he smiles at you again.

“Of course, my dear.” You lead the way to the kitchen where you prepare a quick meal before leading Boba into the smaller room to eat. You sit quietly, each of you just enjoying the company again. It feels right, being able to not speak but just be alone together. Being with Boba, everything is right. Ideas of a future briefly dance in your mind, but you’re pulled from those thoughts when he clears his throat, and you look up at him. He smiles gently, before slowly standing.

“I’m afraid I must be going now. I must pay Madam Garsa Fwip’s cantina another visit.”

“Hmm, you seem to enjoy that place quite a bit,” you say, doing your best to hide the slight jealousy that rose in you. You’ve seen Madam Garsa before, and you knew she liked to flirt with those in power. She herself was also quite a beautiful woman, and you silently hope that Boba doesn’t notice it.

“Unfortunately, my path seems to keep leading me there. I’d rather not waste precious time that could be spent with you.” The corner of your lips turn up slightly at that, and you don’t stop the small eye roll you give.

“You sure have some way of showing that.”

“Mesh’la,” he says, voice going serious now. You look up at him, raising a brow as he studies your face. “Do you not believe me? That I’d rather be with you?”

“I-no, I mean, yes…I don’t know.”

“What makes you doubt it?” he asks, sitting down again. You avoid his eyes, instead looking at your hands that rest on the table. He slowly reaches out and takes them into his own, and you can’t help but wish it was his skin against yours instead of his gloves.

“It’s just…you’re you. I mean, you have more important things to do than spend time with me,” you say, a sad feeling settling over you. Internally, Boba panics. He doesn’t want you to feel this way. He wants you to know how much he truly does care about you, how much he truly does love you.

“Mesh’la, little one, I’m afraid I don’t know how exactly to prove this, but I mean it with all my honesty. You are more important to me than some crime empire that I rule. You are more important to me than this palace. You are more important to me than my reputation.” You look up at him then, and his hands squeeze yours tighter.

“I…I think I-“

“Wait,” you say, interrupting him and causing him to be confused. “Don’t…don’t say it. Not yet. Just…wait. We both will.” Boba studies you for a second, reading your expression. When he sees that this is what you truly want, he nods slowly.

“Alright. I’ll wait until we’re ready.”

“Thank you, Boba.”

“Anything for you, mesh’la.” He stands then, and you stand with him. Taking a small step to close the distance, you wrap your arms around him. Your cheek presses into the cold of his armor, and his own arms wrap around you.

“Don’t get into any bar fights. I don’t want to have to send Fenn after you,” you joke, earning a chuckle from him.

“I think I’d be more scared of your reaction when I got home then I would be of her.”

“Hmm, you’re right. I would have quite the reaction,” you say, pulling back but not slipping from his grasp. Instead, you place a gentle kiss on his cheek, instantly setting his face aflame. You giggle at his reaction, watching as he tries to compose himself quickly.

“I’ll be back soon, my dear,” he says, cheeks still slightly burning from your kiss. You nod, and follow him into the throne room, where you stand and watch him leave.

“I could feel the heat from his cheeks from down the hall,” Fennec jokes as she moves to stand by you.

“Oh, leave the poor old man alone,” you joke back, and she just laughs and shakes her head.

“If you’re calling him old, then I’m ancient.”

“At least you don’t look it,” you say.

“Are you saying he does?” she jokingly accuses.

“No, I’m just saying that you don’t,” you defend.

“Better not let him hear you call him old,” she says before walking away.

“You know, I think he might like it, under the right circumstances,” you call to her retreating form. She stops to turn and send a disgusted look your way before chuckling and continuing on.

When Boba comes back, you’re sitting in his room, wrapped up in blankets and reading. You don’t know why you came in here, but it was a relaxing place. Perhaps it was the lingering smell of Boba that drew you in. The reminder of him and your connection to one another.

When Boba walks in, he’s slightly startled to see you there. He wasn’t expecting anyone in his room, and the sight of you curled up on his chair was briefly startling and confusing. He nearly reaches for his blaster, but stops his movement when he realizes it’s you.

“Mesh’la,” he says, letting out what seems to be a slight sigh, “please be more careful. I nearly grabbed my blaster when I saw you.”

“Careful?” you ask, looking up from your book to meet his gaze. “The light is on, isn’t that a sign that someone’s in here?”

“Well, yes, but…I am only human, sometimes I forget to turn lights off.”

“I guess I see your point,” you respond with a shrug, going back to your book.

“What are you doing in here, little one?” he asks, his tone shifting to a more friendly one.

“I just felt like being in here I guess,” you reply. “Wanted to be around you.”

“Perhaps I should pay more attention to you then,” he chuckles as he removes his armor.

“Yes, I think you should,” you agree seriously. He looks at you with a raised brow, amusement scattered over his face.

“Oh, is that so?” he questions, deciding to play along. You nod before standing and silently walking over to him. He looks at you curiously, a slight tilt to his head, before his expression changes to shock as you push him down onto his bed. You take his unready state to your advantage, getting on the bed and crawling over him. As you hover above him, looking down, you see his breathing is unsteady and his cheeks are burning again.

Perfect. Just what you wanted.

Leaning down close to his face, you give him a smug look.

“If you don’t give me attention, I’ll just have to take it from you,” you whisper close to his ear before pulling back and looking at him again. He visibly and audibly gulps, and before he can process anything, you’re smacking a pillow into his face.

“Wha-“ Another smack interrupts him, followed by you moving away from him with laughter.

“Big bad Boba doesn’t seem like he’s as good at fighting as he claims to be,” you say with another smack. He seems to finally realize what’s going on, and his own smug look plays over his lips.

“Oh, I see how it is,” he says, reaching to grab his own pillow. In the next moment, you’re rolling away as he tries to hit you.

“Missed me,” you tease, swinging yours towards him. He ducks, and takes your unprepared moment to land a smack.

“Not that time,” he responds, “and not this time.” Another smack, and you’re frantically crawling away again.

“Wait! Pause for a second!” you say, and Boba looks at you questioningly. “One rule, we can’t leave the bed.” Boba chuckles, but nods his head.

“Alright, no leaving the bed. Now, where were we?” he says before lunging forward and trying to smack his pillow into your face again. You let out a tiny yelp, moving away just in time before landing your own smack to the back of his head.

“Ha! Old man can’t keep up,” you tease, before he quickly whips around and smacks you.

“You were saying?” he laughs, landing another one on you. A few more minutes of dodging and swinging go on before you manage to get an advantage over Boba. After he rolls onto his back to avoid one of your swings, he finds himself in a vulnerable position. You give an evil grin before crawling back on top of him, securing him under you as you rain down blows. All he can do is lay there defenselessly, shaking the bed with his deep laughs as you hit his face.

“Ha! Looks like I’ve-AH!” You let out a yelp as Boba suddenly flips you, and now he’s above you, raining down with his pillow. Your stomach starts to hurt with how much you’re laughing, and soon you both are laying on the bed, catching your breaths and wiping the tears that fall from your amusement.

“I haven’t…had that much fun…in ages,” Boba says in between breaths and laughs.

“I’ve never had that much fun,” you say, and Boba sits up suddenly, looking down at you. His face is a mix of emotions, the same look it usually has when you mention your past and what you went through.

“It’s okay, Boba,” you say, reaching up and holding his cheek, stroking a thumb down the side. “I’m having fun with you now, that’s all that matters.”

“Hmm,” he hums, not quite satisfied with the answer, but willing to accept it. He turns slightly, holding your hand as his lips gently press to your palm. You smile at the action, your cheeks warming and heart suddenly racing for a few seconds.

“I need to tell you something,” he says, meeting your gaze again. “I’m…not sure you’ll like it.”

“What is it, Boba?” you ask, brows furrowing as you try not to jump to conclusions.

“I've hired another person,” he begins, “it’s…someone you’ve, well, sort of met.”

“Who?” you pry, and he purses his lips briefly before answering.

“Krrsantan-“

“What? You hired him? After he tried to kill you?” you ask, not bothering to hide your incredulous tone.

“Well, yes-“

“Boba, what are you thinking? What if he betrays you? What if he tries to hurt you? Or someone else here? Why would you take that risk?”

“Y/n,” he says seriously, and you look away from him, trying to hide your expression. “Do you trust me?”

“I-“ you start, and you turn to look into his eyes. They’re patient, sincere, and trusting. You feel deep down that you can truly trust him, and so you let out a breath and slowly nod.

“Yes, Boba. I trust you.”

“Then you will try to understand why I hired him. Why I’ve decided to give him a chance. I believe he will be of help, and that he won’t try to hurt anyone.”

“But what if he does?” you ask quietly. “What if, after so long, so much healing, he hurts you? And you have to go back to using the bacta tank everyday?”

“Then I’ll have to use the bacta tank every day,” he says with a shrug. “But I’m trusting him, and I’m asking you to trust me.” You sigh again, looking away before his hand gently turns you to look at him again.

“You will continue to trust me?” he asks. You smile softly, nodding your head.

“Of course, Boba. I’m just…worried.”

“I know. And you have every reason to be. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Or yourself?” you ask, a slight demanding tone in your voice. He gives a small chuckle, his finger slowly trailing to trace your cheek to your chin, looking at your lips and licking his own briefly before looking back to your eyes.

“Yes, mesh’la. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

“Good,” you say, falling back onto the bed. You close your eyes, and you feel him relax back as well. Rolling over, you rest your head on his shoulder, hand going up to play with a loose string on his shirt.

“It could always be like this,” you say quietly, and Boba turns slightly to look at you. “Peaceful, us together. Happy.”

“I am happy with you now,” he says.

“I mean…with nothing to fear.”

“There will always be something to fear,” he responds, and you let out a huff.

“You’re optimistic,” you comment sarcastically.

“No…I’m realistic,” he counters. You meet his gaze, and notice as his eyes flick down briefly again. A small smile tugs at your lips before you feel your arm pushing you up, your body leaning forwards, and your lips gently pressing against his. He lets out a slight surprised gasp before melting into the kiss. His hand comes up to gently hold your cheek, and all too soon it’s over.

“Hmm, perhaps it can always be like this,” he says, opening his eyes with a smile of his own as he looks at you. You give him a playful eye roll before looking up as Fennec appears in the doorway.

“I hate to interrupt, but we have guests,” she says. Boba sighs under you, and you let out a small sound of annoyance.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to come back to you later, my dear,” he says to you.

“It’s alright, business first,” you mutter. Before you can register what’s happening, Boba turns your face back to his and places another kiss on your lips, this one more rough and rushed.

“You are always first, little one. Always. In my heart, in my mind, in my actions.” You can’t stop the smile that splits your lips before you playfully push him away.

“Off you go,” you say, “and hurry back to me.”

“Don’t worry, my dear, I will,” he chuckles as he stands and leaves the room.

Instead of waiting for him in his room, you decide to slip down to the pit and visit the rancor again. You also want to be down there because part of the pit was under where the meeting was and you can listen in without being seen.

Boba and Fennec had insisted you stay out of this one, stay unseen. You had tried to argue, claiming Fennec was going back on her word about you being allowed to be seen. But then she explained who these people were, and you begrudgingly agreed that this was probably best.

“Hey there, big guy,” you say, walking up to the rancor. It looks at you and lets out a small greeting sound.

“Shh,” you say quickly, “they can’t know I’m here.” The rancor gives you a knowing look, or perhaps it was just looking at you, but you walk over to it and sit down, leaning against its side.

“Boba really wants me to learn to ride you with him,” you say, looking up at the room where the meeting was happening while absentmindedly beginning to scratch it. “He says I would look majestic and regal.” A slight shift from the rancor causes you to turn to face it more. It seems to smile and nod its head briefly at you, like it was agreeing with Bobas words.

“But I’m not majestic or regal,” you argue, “I was a slave. I came from nothing. And I don’t even know if I’m anything now.” With those words, the rancor suddenly stands, and you fall back at the loss of its support. It turns and looks at you directly in the eyes, as if trying to give you a reassuring look. You sigh, smiling softly at it before reaching out and scratching it again.

“I think it’s funny,” you say as you scratch under the rancors chin, it leg thumping slightly, “how everyone thinks Boba is some big bad bounty hunter. But you and I know he’s just a big, old, softy.” The rancor droops it’s mouth, letting its tongue fall out as it rolls onto its side. You laugh at the sight, moving to scratch its belly while tuning into the conversation above.

As you listen, the rancor shifts and stands, seemingly as if it’s listening as well, waiting for something. Boba talks about an agreement, one where everyone worked together to keep the Pykes from gaining too much power. Although you’ve never seen the Pykes, you know of their reputation, and you know Boba has been especially worried about them ever since he found out the Mayor was working with them.

“And why do you deserve to be the Daimyo?” one of the men asks. “What prevents us all from killing you and taking what we want?” As if on cue, the rancor roars and shoves its claws up through the grate in the floor. You giggle to yourself, hearing the confusion and frights of the men above.

“Easy boy, easy,” you hear Boba say before he hands the rancor a bone. The rancor takes it, and you walk back over to it as it calms down.

“Good job, buddy,” you whisper in a small giggle, holding your fist out to it. It gives a little happy sound and presses its fist to yours in a bump, causing you to giggle again. You have to give it to Boba. Although he isn’t always a man of showing his power, when he does, he doesn’t hold back. He makes sure everyone knows just exactly who he is, and what he can do. The thought was like a bubble of excitement in you, imagining what it would be like by his side.

The rest of the meeting seems to go by smoothly, with the men agreeing to not take sides if a war breaks out between Boba and the Pykes. Internally, you don’t know whether to be relieved or worried. You don’t want to have Boba having to worry about working with more sinister people, but you also don’t want him to have little to no help if he needs it.

As they stand up and leave, you make your way back up. You follow Fennec and Boba to the balcony, but make sure to stay hidden in case the men were to look back at the palace. Boba mentions war again, and you feel a wave of uneasiness wash over you. They stand there for another minute or so before Fennec turns and notices you. She gives a small smirk before nudging Boba who turns as well. You give him a small wave and he smiles, waving you over to join them.

“Why the worried expression, mesh’la?” he asks as you move to stand between them.

“You mentioned war again,” you respond, resting your arms against the railing.

“Ah, I see,” Boba says, looking out to where your gaze was going. Fennec quietly excuses herself, leaving you and Boba alone.

“There’s really no way to just negotiate with the Pykes? Come up with some sort of agreement that would be best for both of you?”

“I’m afraid not, little one. The Pykes are not good to make deals with. They’re slimy, like to cheat out business partners.”

“But there has to be another way, a way without war.”

“I’m open to any and all ideas, little one, but if they won’t work, then there’s not much I can do about it,” he sighs.

“But you haven’t tried yet.”

“I did, once. Long ago, when I was with the Tuskens. That was the day I returned to find them slaughtered.” You fall silent, not knowing how to respond. You now know he has personal history with them, and has tried to negotiate before, but you still don’t think war is the best, or only option.

“There has to be another way,” you say.

“You don’t doubt my abilities, do you?” he questions, looking at you again.

“No, of course not. I just…I wish there was some other way.”

“I do too, little one. I wish there was some way I could negotiate, spare you the sight of a war. I only want to do what’s best for you and our territory.”

“Our territory?” you ask, looking at him quizzically.

“Yes, me, you, Fennec, and everyone else who lives and works here.”

“Oh,” you say, cringing slightly when you hear your own unmasked disappointment.

“Have I upset you?” he quickly asks, meeting your gaze with his soft eyes.

“Oh, no Boba. I just…the way you said our territory. It…it made me think…never mind, it was stupid.”

“Mesh’la, look at me,” he says, gently turning your face as you had turned away from him. When you don’t look into his eyes, he gently strokes your cheek with his thumb. When you do finally meet his gaze, he smiles softly at you.

“Is that what you want? For this to be ours? To be by my side?”

“I-I don’t…I’m unsure, if I’m being honest,” you say.

“Explain?”

“Well, it’s just, I don’t want this life. Worrying about danger, having the responsibility of territory, having to rule over a crime empire. It’s not what I ever envisioned as my life.”

“But? There is a but, right?” he presses, and you nod.

“But I want to be by your side. To be happy with you.”

“Without the empire,” he clarifies, and you nod again. He sighs, looking out at the dune sea before you. The cool night wind brushes over you, sending a chill down your spine. Boba notices, and wraps an arm around you to pull you closer to him. Though he’s covered by cool beskar, the action warms you internally.

“I’m afraid the empire and I may not be separable, at least not at this point.”

“That’s fine, but I just…eventually, is all I ask.”

“I can’t make you any promises, and I won’t. I don’t want to break them and break your trust.”

“Being unwilling to risk breaking a promise is already something that feels untrustworthy,” you counter.

“I know, but I’d rather not disappoint you.”

“You’d never disappoint me, Boba.” You gently reach out and turn him to face you. He meets your gaze before closing his eyes and turning to kiss your palm briefly.

“You are Boba Fett. You are your father’s son. You are a legend, a crime lord, Daimyo, and…the flame that burns eternally in my soul.” Boba opens his eyes at your last words, his breath catching in his throat. You feel his face burn under your touch, an involuntary response to your words.

“Mesh’la,” he says, reaching out and holding the sides of your face before gently pressing his forehead to yours. You let out a small gasp at the action, knowing that this is a Mandalorian tradition, a keldabe kiss. You close your eyes and bask in his warmth, in his love.

“If I could, I would marry you right now,” he mumbles, and you pull away to meet his gaze at those words. He scans your expression, taking in the pure shock that lingers.

“Don’t…don’t say stuff like that,” you barely say above a whisper. His brows furrow, but you let out a small laugh. “Don’t tempt me.” He lets out his own small chuckle at your words, taking the moment to close the distance between the two of you and connect your lips.

“I think I’m the one who is tempted,” he mutters. “Should I go get Fennec to perform the ceremony?”

“Oh, shut it,” you say, playfully pushing him away. “You couldn’t handle being married to me, anyways.”

“Is that so?” he asks, his brow raised curiously.

“Mhmm.”

“And care to explain how it would be difficult?”

“Because I’m me, obviously,” you say, motioning to yourself. “I’m amazing, and I’m perfect.”

“That you are,” he agrees with a chuckle. “But how would that make it difficult?”

“Because, you would never be able to say no to me. I’d get everything I want, while you’d have to give it all to me.”

“Hmm, I might be starting to see your point, but there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do or give to you, even now.”

“Really? There’s nothing you wouldn’t give me, or do for me?”

“Nothing.”

“So, if I ask you to give me a foot massage, you’ll do it?” you ask jokingly.

“Alright, almost nothing,” he says, and you give a laugh. You spend a few more quiet minutes watching the night together, his arm holding you close and you rest your head on his shoulder. It’s surprising to you how beautiful the dune sea can be. How mysterious and enticing it is. You feel the urge to just run wildly through it, no destination, just seeing where your legs take you. But then, you don’t want to. You can’t imagine running from this life, from Boba.

“It’s getting late,” he comments after a while. You nod, eyelids feeling heavy and you turn to meet his gaze. He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your nose before turning and leading you back inside.

“Can I sleep with you again?” you ask, and he pauses briefly before giving you a large grin.

“Why of course, little one. You are always welcome in my room, and in my bed.”

“Careful how you phrase that,” you tease, “someone might hear and suspect things.”

“Well, they can suspect all they like, because only we know what happens in there,” he replies while giving you a wink. You feel your face warm, biting your tongue to keep from responding. You just shake your head with a smile and follow him into his room, settling down for the night, and falling asleep in his arms.

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[reluctant-mandalore]

Speaking of garsa fwip… what if… garsa x reader fic?? 👀👀👀

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one shots

See Me, See You

headcanons

breeding kink with madam garsa  

threesome with boba fett  

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Threesome/Moresome (Boba Fett x Garsa Fwip x Reader)

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Behave (completed)

In Hazardous Bliss (hiatus)

one shots

Big

Late Night Romantics

Homecoming

daddy kink drabble

Fxck Around and Find Out

corruption kink drabble

sleepy time confessions

The New Mand’alor

Tell Me You Love Me (GN!Reader)

No Wastelands

On His Knees  

Taming a Loth Cat

Everything You Want (Male!Reader)

inexperienced reader drabble 

Fall Apart 

blurbs

boba fett likes to see it drip

boba calling you ‘kitten’

boba always needing to touch you

service top boba

boba loving on your body

boba getting tired during sex

slow and passionate sex with boba

how it feels to be inside you

letting it slip you want to sit on boba’s face

your sexual debut with post-sarlacc boba

boba using a large vibrator on you

on your knees for boba

reader dirty talking boba   

headcanons

giving boba’s tummy love and affection

telling boba you love him for the first time

boba’s reaction to seeing you in lingerie

what boba wants to do to/with you but is too scared to ask

making boba come in his pants

how boba shows you he loves you

boba, rex, wolffe, and fives sending you voice messages

using the safe word with boba

boba asking you for something

unintentional vs. intentional sex pollen

how boba likes to receive aftercare 

how boba cools down and makes up with you after an argument  

how boba makes his partner feel sexy 

boba and a partner with a low sex drive 

boba’s flaws when in a relationship 

dom!boba spanking you into place

boba, din, and rex accidentally walk in on you 

boba fett x veterinarian!gn!reader

boba has a crush on veterinarian!reader

veterinarian!reader visits boba at the palace

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Suspension 

Deep Throating (Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fem!Reader)

Edging (GN!Reader)

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DAY 4: Size Difference 

DAY 12: Creampie (AFAB!Reader)

DAY 13: Overstimulation 

DAY 25: Threesome/Moresome (Boba Fett x Garsa Fwip x Reader)

DAY 29: Body Worship

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kinktober 2022

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DAY 1: First Time | Fennec Shand x Fem!Reader

DAY 2: Thigh Riding | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

DAY 3: Dirty Talk | Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

DAY 4: Size Difference | Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

DAY 6: Eating Out | Commander Wolffe x Fem!Reader

DAY 7: Edging | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

DAY 9: Sixty-nine | Tup x Fem!Reader

DAY 12: Creampie | Boba Fett x AFAB!Reader

DAY 13: Overstimulation | Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

DAY 14: Mutual Masturbation | Commander Cody x Fem!Reader

DAY 16: Anal Sex | ARC Trooper Fives x GN!Reader

DAY 18: Clothes on | ARC Trooper Echo x Fem!Reader

DAY 19: Facesitting | Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

DAY 20: Spanking/Impact Play | Boba Fett x Reader

DAY 21: Rough Sex | ARC Trooper Fives x Reader

DAY 23: Hair Pulling | Boba Fett x Fennec Shand

DAY 25: Threesome/Moresome | Boba Fett x Garsa Fwip x Reader

DAY 26: Collar | Dogma x Reader

DAY 29: Body Worship | Boba Fett x Reader

DAY 31: Aftercare | Commander Wolffe x Reader

[thefact0rygirl]

SEE ME, SEE YOU

{masterlist}

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Madam Garsa Fwip x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: porn without plot, mirror sex, oral sex (f receiving), scissoring/tribbing

A/N: yes, she might betray boba but also 💖💜💙 thank you @cyarbika​ and @baba-fett​ for helping me with this ily 

“Look, my love.”

The effort it takes to peel your eyes open, but you manage, opening them to see Madam Garsa’s hand playing your body like an instrument. The sight of her wet fingers rubbing along your slit sends a scorching heat barreling down to your already dripping pussy, leaving your flesh throbbing around her fingers. 

Then you look up and, Maker, it is a sight. You’ve never seen yourself quite so disheveled before. Your hair a wild mess in desperate need of attention, while gloss and saliva mix to bring a sticky shine to your parted lips. Your eyes shift to your waist, where her free hand is roaming upwards to cup your breast. Your eyes flutter as she slots a stiffened nipple between her fingers. 

“Garsa,” You sigh, tilting your head back to rest against her shoulder, but still upright enough that you can see your reflection in the mirror in front of you. In all the times you’ve been with the woman, this is the first time you’ve watched yourself. 

“My love, if you only saw what I see, you’d never want to leave.”

And there is a sort of appeal to it — the rise of your chest would have gone unnoticed before, but now you’re captivated by the way the light bounces off your chest with every inhale and exhale. The dip of your flesh when she squeezes your breast, and the way your thighs tremble, spread apart as she strokes between your swollen lower lips. You stare, captivated, as your hungry hips start to roll against her fingers. 

“Like this, I can see you,” She hums. You grind against her, only to lose stability when she curls her fingers inside of you.

“You can,” You breathe, heat flowing through your nerves as you watch pleasure manifest on your face. “You really can.”

It’s a slow and steady build-up that leaves you writhing and panting. Of the two of you, Garsa is rarely the one to rush things, always taking her time to savor each whine and breath you take. She isn’t the religious type, but you could almost compare it worship. Like now, when you’re teetering on the edge of overwhelmed with her curling deep inside you. 

Her teeth nibble at the nape of your neck, forcing a shaky exhale as you squirm. Between your thighs, her thumb brushes over your clit, and your hips struggle not to jerk upwards into the touch. You nearly whimper at the way you arch your back into her hold, casting an erotic image you thought could only be found in dirty holovids. 

You’re eager for her touch, and it takes the little willpower you have left to keep your eyes open. But you want to, Maker, you want to close your eyes and fall to the desire of seeing yourself fall apart from just her fingers and stare. You look almost like you’re putting on a performance, like one of her dancers…

You spread wider as your teeth pull on your bottom lip, the motions reminding you this isn’t a performance; this is all reality even if it feels like a dream. It’s different with Garsa. You don’t attempt to shy away from the mirror that puts you on display, for you’ve known for some time now that the adoration she shows does beyond looks. It shows when she kisses your warm flesh. It shows in how her sharp eyes stay locked on your face, drinking in every slight shift within your expressions. And it shows when she changes positions, removing her fingers and spinning you around to face her.

“Surely this can’t be satisfying enough,” She pins you down to the bed. She’s reached her limit, the scramble of her words giving her away. “My love, I need more of you.”

Your heart swells and you laugh, gentle and bright to compliment your smile, “Oh, darling. What are you waiting for? You already have me, don’t you?”

Before the last syllable leaves your tongue, she descends upon you. There might as well be fire behind her touch, for she seems determined to leave you in ashes. Teeth catch at your perked nipple, biting down just hard enough for you to whine her name. Your hands shoot out to feel her, one gripping her free hand while the other rests on the top of her shoulder. Each grip tightens as she climbs down your body and settles her face between your thighs. 

She dips into your folds. Her tongue sliding up in firm strokes all the way to your clit, where she flicks the swollen nub before moving back down again. With her fingers slick from her earlier dive, she pushes into you once more, twisting and thrusting taking yo right back to the edge. Your moans write songs to fill the room, mingling with the telltale sound of how wet you are. 

“Oh, y-yes, just like that. I’m coming, I’m gonna — oh!”

And you do, with a sharp cry and jerking hips as your muscles spams and seize. She holds on with determination, crooking those devilish fingers and sucking on your swollen clit. Your orgasm feels like a lifetime, and yet when you come down, all you can think about is what happens next. Madam Garsa never leaves it at just one. 

Accustomed to her habits, your lips part to allow her tongue to slip inside before she even opens her eyes. Your bodies adjust until you’re sliding together, hips aligned with hers as you start to grin. it takes all you have to just moan, arching up into her to catch her clit against your pussy as your legs shake from the intense feeling. 

“Yes, yes. Right there, my love. Please—”

She whines something in her native tongue, her warm hands cupping your face as she grinds against you harder, faster — enough to leave you scrambling as you’re quickly brought to another climax. This time she finishes alongside you, muffling both of your cries with a kiss. 

The room is silent, save for the sound of you catching your breaths. You always feel small at this part, with her intense staring as if she’ll somehow forget what you look like. It’s overwhelming as much as it is reassuring. It’s too much and yet you can’t get enough. With your hand rubbing up and down her spine soothingly, you say, “You’re right. I don’t want to leave.” 

Planting small kisses across your jaw and throat, she quietly replies, “Then don’t.”

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arc trooper fives

Inexperienced!Reader and Fives (initial hc submitted by a lovely anon)

Somno with Fives 

boba fett

Morning sex with Boba

Boba eating you out

Vet!Reader giving Boba a blowjob for the first time

When you can’t get your shirt off 

Overhearing Boba in the shower

The initial moment Boba slides into you

Teasing Boba with lingerie 

Giving Boba a back rub

Boba showing off for you

Blindfolded and riding Boba

captain rex

Rex loves silk sheets

Rex eating you out on a holotable

Grabbing Rex’s ass during sex

Body worship and breeding kink with Rex

Giving Rex a prostate massage

It’s Captain Rex to you 

commander cody 

Thigh riding with Commander Cody

Keeping quiet while on a call 

commander wolffe

Wolffe getting pinned by his partner (submitted by the lovely 🧙 anon)

Wolffe’s good girl 

Wolffe eating pussy after being away 

Wolffe is a spitter 

fennec shand

“I almost lost you” moment with Fennec

garsa fwip

Overstimulation with Garsa

hunter

Breeding kink with Hunter

kix

Giving Kix a handjob

[galacticgraffiti]

because i am a basic bitch and also very gay i may or may not have a garsa fwip x reader oneshot in the works 👀

i’ve been trying to overcome my writer’s block and y’all have been so kind. so to my beloved mutuals and my cherished readers, for no reason at all other than the fact that i’m beyond grateful for them: i love y’all. thanks for sticking with me 💗✨

also holler if you’re excited about garsa because i sure as fuck am excited my brain is letting me write this

[thefact0rygirl]

Ohh ohh if you're still doing the 5 sentence fic, what about overstimulation with Garsa 👀

anything for you bb 💕

18+ (cunnilingus)

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it

There is no savoring. No teasing. Garsa gave up on that a while ago. Now it's just her tongue and her lips, wrapped around your clit. She grabs your thighs and presses them up and out, holding you completely open to her.

Your exhales come out as sobs as Garsa continues after your pussy. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to you, you start to shake. You can't think, can't move, all you can do is submit to the woman between your legs.

Her fingers scratch at your thighs as you start to shake, "Garsa! Please. I'm gonna — oh!"

She sucks your clit hard into her mouth as you come. You're spinning, free falling into oblivion as your orgasm shoots up your spine. And through the white noise of release, you hear Garsa's sweet voice.

"Good girl! So pretyt when you come, keep coming. My sweet girl."

[thefact0rygirl]

Hey I'm kinda like literally numb with anger rn so care to share some Garsa/momma Garsa thoughts bc she's totally completely fine everything's fine (also hi I was momma Garsa anon)

ahhhh sending you hugs! 💕 but you know what? no body, no crime. for all we know, momma garsa is chilling on some tropical planet, sipping drinks, while men and women fall over themselves to feed her grapes. she's waiting for the tailor to finish making alterations to her dress and she is going to sashay into boba's palace and single-handedly stop the fighting.

until then, here you go i hope you like the 💖

warnings: pregnant!reader, pregnancy, mentions of of body insecurities but nothing major

Even before you start showing, Garsa is rubbing cocoa butter on your stomach. It's her way of taking care of you, but also to feel close with your baby. I think there is a part that is a tiny bit jealous that she can't experience what you do, so she takes any and every opportunity to love on your belly.

I think you mentioned bartending for her once, so rolling with that idea, Garsa will clean up the bar for you after a night of working. She'll do this when no one else is around (again, she doesn't want to accidentally put a target on your back), but she has no problem getting behind the counter. She'll wipe down counter tops, restock bottles, load the dishwasher, everything while you sit and relax. if your feet are particularly hurting, she'll make you a little ice bath while you wait.

Pregnancies can make someone feel unattractive. And I’m not just taking about weight gain, but stretch marks, swollen ankles, and just overall your body is changing so rapidly it’s hard to keep up. Garsa thinks you’re beautiful no matter what, but to help you see that (and if you’re up for it), she schedules a session with a boudoir photographer (or painter, your call!) to help boost your confidence.

Even before you became pregnant, Momma Garsa would be a sort of anonymous fairy godmother to the single moms and struggling families of Mos Espa. If she got word of a family struggling to to put food on the table, she will send them food anonymously. Or diapers, clothes, school supplies, whatever the little one needs. You didn’t know this until you were pregnant and she confessed this to you.

Once your baby is older, she teaches them everything about Ryloth and Twi'leks. The galaxy sees them as hyper-sexualized slaves, and she hates it. She wants your child to know that they are not slaves, they are people, and deserve every inch of respect and humanity from others.

[thefact0rygirl]

monthly recs ;; june 2022

This month's list is made up exclusively of works recommanded by others in the Star Wars community! A sincere thank you to every creator on here, and not on this list, for continuing to make content 🤍 You are more appreciated than you know, and deserve so much recognition for all that you do!

The best way to show your support is with reblogs and comments! I guarantee you will make the creator’s day.

These are in no particular order

Be sure to check the tags and warnings on fics before reading

Minors, do not interact with fics rated Explicit 18+

Items marked with a ✨ were sent in as recommendations. All recs are anonymous

Ratings with an asterisk (*) indicate OP did not provide a rating and this is my best guess

I am in no way affiliated or connected to the shops mentioned in this post 

Shops marked with a 💥 are shops I have purchased from and can vouch for their quality

Creators, please dm me if you would like to be removed from this list

✨ Commander Cody by @livingthehighloaf

✨ Commander Cody by @thepatchycat

✨ A whole trooper rainbow by @cobaltbeam

✨ Overalls by @pinkiemme

✨ Bacta Info Sheet by @writingbylee

✨ Dark Side Divas

✨ YourWeirdAuntShop

the 501st

✨ Just because I said ‘wouldn’t it be funny’ doesn’t mean you need to go out and do it. by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

anakin skywalker

✨ Where Catalysts Stand Down by sphinxscribe | Rating: T

arc trooper fives

✨ Drift by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ I Need to Feel by @gotomarvelgal | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Reflection by @damerondala | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Under the Sheets by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

the bad batch

✨ The Gym Membership by @imabeautifulbutterfly | Rating: T

baze malbus

✨ With Grace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

boba fett

✨ Tender Affection by @bobafetts-princess | Rating: Explicit 18+

bodhi rook

✨ How Generous the Stars by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

✨ Warmhearted by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

cad bane

✨ The Hat Collection by @itsagrimm | Rating: Explicit 18+

captain rex

✨ A Glimpse of Us by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call Me Home by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call of the Sea by LadySongmaster | Rating: T

✨ Forever and for always by @tempest-sun | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

cassian andor

✨ Our Peace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

clone commando gregor

✨ Three wishes by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander bacara

✨ Abrasion by @notquitecandid | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander cody

✨ academic rivals by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ ―and your people shall never be destroyed." by whymylife | Rating: G

✨ Bury Me Here by @morganas-pendragons | Rating: T*

✨ have mercy on my rough and rowdy days by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ Headcanons by @masterjedilenawrites | Rating: G*

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Just This Once by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander fox

✨ Caf Delivery Service by @palpipeen | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Commander Fox is Completely Fine by Maddy_B / @spacerocksarethebestrocks | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander wolffe

✨ The Hunt. by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Pieces by @teletraan-meets-jarvis | Rating: M

✨ Take Care by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Welcome Company. by @uponrightful | Rating: Explicit 18+

crosshair

✨ Family Epilogue by @theangstyboiblog | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Fantasy Interrogation by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Last Time by @marshmellow-cannibal | Rating: M

din djarin

✨ “Breathe through your nose.” by @lowlights | Rating: Explicit 18+

dogma

✨ One More Hour by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

echo

✨ Make you feel my love by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Same Heart by @dumfanting | Rating: Explicit 18+

fennec shand

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

garsa fwip

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

hardcase

✨ “I licked it so it’s mine now!” by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

hunter

✨ Toxic by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

kix

✨ Babysitting by @showerthoughtsonly | Rating: G*

obi wan kenobi

✨ One More Last Time by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Taking Flight by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ The Three Times You Meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Last by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

original characters

✨ 𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. III ⋆𑁍 by @galacticgraffitiaffiti | Rating: Explicit 18+

paz vizsla

✨ In Shades of Moonlight by @princessxkenobi | Rating: T*

plo koon

✨ Plo Koon (insecure reader) by @firstofficerwiggles | Rating: T

[thefact0rygirl]

Threesome with Boba and Garsa?? 🥵❤️

omg oh fuck yes 🥵 i have this added to my wip/ideas list, but can we talk about it for a second?

boba fett x fem!reader x garsa fwip

18+ under the cut

warnings: explicit sexual content, top!garsa, switch!boba, sub!reader, overstimulation

Listen, I am all for service top boba and boba having a bit more of a dominating streak, but when it comes to a strong, independent woman like Garsa all that goes out the door.

He is a total switch when it comes to her. He'll sub/bottom/whatever you want to call it for her any day of the week.

Boba has a total competency kink, and he knew he wanted to be good for her when he saw her handle Krrsantan that night.

And when the opportunity arises for a threesome with grass and you, his little subbed. Oh fuck, he practically comes in his pants at the thought.

Having her boss him around, tell him how to fuck you. She’ll be sitting on your face while Boba fucks you, grinding against you and wetting your chin as she tells him, “Harder, put your back into it, daimyo. You wouldn’t want to leave her unsatisfied would you?”

And at one point she pulls him off you, getting out her strap to show him how it’s done.

“Not like that, old man. Maker, you’d think you’d know how to please a girl.”

They both won’t stop until you’re a shaking, overstimulated mess.

You’ll be coming down from your high with Grass on all fours on top of you, Boba fucking into her from behind. She’ll kiss your cheeks, your eyes, and your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Such a sweet, little thing you are. You’d fit right in at The Sanctuary. Hmmmm? Would you like that?”