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Boba Fett x fem!reader x Din Djarin 7.7k words Boba knows how needy you get, had teased you about having another person fuck you at once, never knowing he actually would follow up with it. But when he invites his Mandalorian friend you just couldn't let this opportunity go! Dom!Boba, sub!reader, switch!Din Warnings : threesome, eiffel tower, smut, blindfolds mask/helmet kink, oral, PiV sex, age difference(but of legal age!) bisexuality, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, facefucking, helmet stays on, cum eating, creampie, praise kink, using cum as lube, aftercare, spitroasting Mando'a translations (apologises if the grammar is incorrect!): ad'ika - little one mesh'la - beautiful Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin? - What a beautiful woman, right Djarin? cyare - beloved cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart cetar par kaysh, ad'ika - kneel in submission for him, little one gar hiibir kaysh uram - you take her mouth tion'jor - why? am at kaysh uram - change to her mouth

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You leaned against Lord Fett's leg whilst he sat on his throne, sitting at his feet so everyone knew you were his. The knowledge of everyone in his court knowing you were his and only his always made you feel special, made you feel important. Everyone aware you had submitted to him and he was the only person you needed.

After Fett's victory over Mos Espa you practically begged for his attention, wanting to give everything to your Daimyo.

You were his, completely and only his.

Fett's hand was resting on your head, every so often stroking it. No words were really said between you both when he held court, but he always made you aware he was there and watching you. Making sure everyone else knew too.

Seeing peoples gaze catch you due to wearing a very low cut dress so your breasts were on show, them being covered in little marks and bites from your lover.

It was a beautiful feeling.

Watching down on everyone, seeing some people sitting in the booths drinking, hearing some people coming up to speak to the king about bounties and tributes. Every so often some would offer slaves for him, which he always declined, mainly due to him being so against the 'culture' around them but also every time would indicate to your appearance next to him. Hinting to them that in that sector he had it filled.

And maker did he. The man was so possessive over you, claiming your whole body.

He would always praise you on how good you were, how pretty you looked doing the most dirtiest things, practically worshiping your body as he ruined it again and again.

Oh how you couldn't wait for his court to end so you could jump back onto him.

It did tempt you sometimes to do it whilst others were here still, make everyone watch as the Daimyo takes over your body. However you preferred the intermittency of just the two of you.

Well, a few times Boba had teased about finding someone else to fuck you at the same time, and the thought did excite you, but you had no clue who he would invite beside Fennec. Which you wouldn't mind, she was an absolutely stunning woman. Yet Fett never asked her, as far as you know anyway.

Your head slowly turns and looks up to him, he was staring out into the room. You just watched him, thinking about how lucky you are to see him without his helmet on as not many others do. He was so handsome, you could never tire looking at his face.

At first it did take you back by how much older he was than you, but you didn't find him any less attractive for it. He did seem a little stand off-ish for a bit, you think it was due to him worrying about your reaction to his age and size, but if anything to you it made him more beautiful. You just wanted him, not caring for his weight or age.

Fett must have felt your gaze on him as his head slowly turned to you. His black visor staring down at you, ''everything okay, ad'ika?'' His voice just loud enough for you to hear, his hand still stroking your head. You just nod in response and give him a small smile.

''Getting a bit tired'' you say.

Then his body shifts and moves to lean down a little to you, ''don't worry, I'm almost done here.'' His hand then strokes your cheek causing you to lean into the touch as he adds ''plus I've got a little treat for you later.''

It's like he permanently has a smirk on his face, constantly able to hear it on his voice. You give him a little confused look, but also get excited by what that statement could entail.

So you shuffle around a little to get comfy again against his leg as you wait for whatever he has waiting for you.

From the tone of his voice it was most likely something sexual, which excited you. You could feel yourself getting aroused slightly already by the idea of it. Having no clue what it could be, but you didn't care, you just enjoyed having this man fuck you so much that you would take anything.

You let your mind wander as you try to think what he was planning on doing since it was probably something different to what he has done before. Spending the whole time next to him questioning what was to come.

Luckily court only lasts another hour, watching the guests slowly exit the throne room, leaving just you and Boba. He is still stroking your head, you wonder if it must give him some calmness or if he just knew you liked the gentle jester.

''Ready little one?'' He says tapping your head softly.

You turn to face him as he hands his other hand out to you, you grab it with a smile on your face and lift yourself up. Standing next to him, taking his stance in and then quickly climbing him. Your dress flowing over his thighs as you placed yourself on his lap.

''Eager one today are we?'' He teases, one hand resting on your hip and then other stroking your thigh.

''You promised me a treat'' you smirked down at him, wanting to know exactly he was teasing you with. You pushed your body down onto him, trying to add some pressure to your pussy.

A low chuckle leaves him as he grips your thigh, ''so needy. Let's move this back to my quarters shall we.'' So you smile at him as you climb back off his body, standing back to allow him to stand from his throne. Oh how powerful he looked in that seat!

When he stands he takes your hand in his and leads the way to his room. He pulls you into his room and practically shoves you to his bed. You sit at the edge of the bed with your legs already spread just waiting for him.

''Look at you, so good'' he mumbles under his helmet. He moves closer to you and places his fingers under your chin so you're forced to look up at his impowering body over you. Boba then strokes your bottom lip with his gloved thumb, slowly pushing it into your mouth and you allow it, dancing your tongue over the leather thumb.

A groan appears from his mouth as he pushes it in further. You just stare at the black visor the whole time, feeling his own eyes meeting yours.

''Maker, can't wait to see your mouth get fucked as I ruin your pussy at the same time'' he says. Was this the treat he promised? Had he asked someone else to join? The thought excited you as you hummed around his thumb.

''Would you want that, princess? Want two dicks ruining your body at once?''

He had pulled his thumb from your mouth, and awaited an answer. ''Yes sir, I would like that'' you admit, feeling a little embarrassed that you were that horny.

Fett then stokes your cheek and replies ''good. Now let me prepare you before our guest arrives.''

Hot flush runs through you, get you ready? Was this person already on their way? Who were they?

Before you can ask anything his hand is on your throat adding pressure that causes your eyes to roll back as his other hand squishes your breast through your dress. Slowly pushing his hand down the dress into your bra to twist your nipple causing a small moan to leave your tightened throat.

''You looked so beautiful out there, wearing your marks with pride so everyone was able to know you are mine'' he praises. It was true, you choose to wear that dress today, wanting everyone to know such. You were submitted and committed to him, and you wanted everyone to know.

He then lets go of your throat and you hear the hiss of his helmet being removed, so you open your eyes to met with his perfect brown ones. You don't think you could ever get tired of looking at his beautiful face, he was so dreamy.

Slowly Boba leans down to you and crashes your lips together. You lift one of your hands and place it on the back of his neck to pull him closer in. His tongue enters your mouth as his other hand travels up your thigh, slightly pinching at the skin.

His kisses were hungry, they always were, like he could never get enough.

The hand on your thigh was getting closer and closer to your wet underwear, you moved your body closer to his, wanting his touch now. But he just pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, ''I'm in charge, it goes at my pace.''

''But- please. I need you'' you plead, giving him the softest look to hope he would give you what you wanted.

His hands then both wander to the edge of your dress, so you lift yourself up to make it easier for him to pull it off your body. He takes his time, slowly watching your body be revealed to him.

Once the dress is off he throws it across the room and leans down to attach his lips to your neck, causing a slight whimper to leave you. One of his hands massage your breast over the bra, whilst the other just rested on the bed next your thigh.

Fett's mouth travels down to your breasts as he starts to suck down on the sensitive skin, adding another mark to them. You bite back a moan, your pussy growing wetter by the minute.

''Boba, please'' you whisper.

''You know you've got to ask for what you want, princess'' he says as he pulls your bra down and attaches his mouth to your nipple, pulling it between his teeth.

Your head rolls back as you let out a heavy breath, ''need yo- your fingers or mouth... please.''

Before you can carry on begging he pulls back and pushes your body onto the bed, laying down under him. You watch him lower himself between your thighs, adding little kisses and bites to them. This causes your body to almost shiver in anticipation.

His mouth gets closer and closer to your aching pussy, you dare to push your hips forward but you don't as he may stop.

You almost jump back as he places a kiss onto of your underwear, right on top of where you need him. ''Please, sir'' your voice so quiet.

Thankfully he listens, he pushes your underwear aside and attaches his mouth to your mould. A low moan leaves you as you shuffle yourself closer to his face. He is giving you little licks between your folds, your body relaxing under him.

One of his hands crawls up your body and sneaks under your bra, pinching and pulling your nipple, causing your hips to rise before he quickly pushes them back into the mattress. His tongue moves down to your hole, fucking you quickly with his tongue, your hands grip onto the sheets as you become a moaning mess on his bed.

Everything this man always did was so good, he knew exactly what you liked and how to do it. You wonder if this guest will be as experienced as him, wondering what they could give you.

Then his hands switch, playing with your other nipple as the hand from your hip moves further down. Boba moves his mouth onto your clit as he pushes two fingers into your pussy. ''Oh, B- Boba'' you quietly moan out. The fingers inside you stretching you out, adding so much pleasure to help with his tongue.

He removes his mouth for a moment to say ''want you to cum for me first, need you to know you're mine.''

A hot flush runs through you as his mouth reattaches. When he gets possessive it's so attractive, wanting you to know that regardless of who he has invited here will only be here for this one time but you're always his. And that's really all you want.

Moans growing louder as he gets you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your body itching to get closer and closer to him, needing your release.

''I'm getting... close, sir'' you whimper out.

His movements carry on the same, but you can feel the urgency sneaking in. You didn't realise it was due to the footsteps climbing up the stairs that only he heard that had made him hurry.

''Cum for me'' he mumbles against your clit.

Your head completely pushed back as your back arching more as you reached your high. Fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as your pussy clenches around his fingers, cumming hard.

His licks slow down, just pulling you through your orgasm. Once he can tell you're done he pulls back and stands up, resting his hand on your cheek as he praises ''you did so good for me, little one.''

''That was one hell of a show'' a voice appears from the doorway.

Your body freezes up, your legs trying to close but Boba is stood between them. The voice sounded like it was under a helmet, it was deep and sounded like honey. It wasn't a voice of anyone you recognised, is this the guest?

Boba gave you a warm smile as he placed a kiss on your lips before standing back up, and you sit up slowly.

Now you could see the figure. They were wearing Mandalorian armour, similar to Boba's, but all silver and shiny. They had one hand on their hip and the other resting on their belt as they leaned against the doorframe.

You watched Boba turn around and head towards the other Mandalorian. The Mandalorian was much taller than Boba, his hand reached under the helmet and rested on their chin, just like how he did to you. ''Nice to see you again Mand'alor'' Fett says, his voice so soft but also so powerful.

You see the Mandalorian's hand rest on Boba's cheek as they say ''and you.''

The pair of them then turn to you, you feel so small and embarrassed. Sitting in only your underwear in front of two men in armour. Them both not saying anything, just taking you in. You had no clue where the Mandalorian's gaze was due to their helmet.

Now you think of it, it was more arousing. You press your legs together as your underwear begins to soak again.

''Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin?'' Boba says to the other person. You had picked up a bit of Mando'a since you started things with Boba, but the only word you recognised was beautiful, which caused you to blush at the idea of him talking about you.

The Mandalorian just hums and nods against Boba's hand.

''Cyare, this is Din'' Boba introduces them finally, ''I asked him if he wanted to join us, is that okay with you?''

You stare at the other man, Din, and take a moment to consider this. Boba seemed to trust him enough since he was wanting him to touch you or whatever, so by that logic why wouldn't you? Plus he seemed familiar, you think he may have been the armoured person who helped Boba fight in the Mos Espa battle?

So you nod and say ''yes sir.''

A smirk once again appears on Boba's face as he lets go of Din's face and move closer to you. Once he is right in front of you, you bend your head to look up at him, ''promise?'' he asks.

''I promise, I want this Boba'' you reassure him, reaching up to kiss him.

You hear Din's footprints move to behind Boba, his hands resting on your lovers hips. As Boba leans back you are staring into the dark visor on Din's helmet, wondering what he looks like under there.

Boba runs his thumb over your lips again, you open your mouth slightly as he pushes it in again. Din lets out a low groan behind him, ''you going to show him how much of a good girl you are?''

You nod as he removes his thumb, moving out the way so Din is just towering over you, ''you can touch her, Djarin'' Boba says before moving out of your sight.

''That okay with you, cyar'ika?'' His voice was so handsome, it sent vibrations through your body. So you nod in response, you were starting to grow eager and wanted these men to start what they had planned.

So then Din reaches his hand out and unclips your bra, setting your breasts free. You feel almost nervous, you met this man only minutes ago, but you are so attracted to whatever he is doing right now. Din's gloved hands grab both your breasts, massaging them before pinching and pulling at your nipples, causing you to let out a quiet moan. His grip was soft compared to Boba's, like he was savouring the moment.

''Mesh'la'' he mutters, which makes your body feel like it's on fire, ''you let him claim your tits like this?'' indicating to the marks on them. You again let out a small whimper in response, wondering if Din would add any marks to you.

In the corner of your eye you notice Boba has reappeared, taking seat on the stool in the room. His legs spread as his eyes are fixed on you two. ''Cetar par kaysh, ad'ika'' he orders. Once again knowing what he was asking of you since he has used the same phrase countless times.

Din's hands move off you and he moves more towards Boba, you get up and follow him. The pair of you are stood right in front of Boba, making sure he can have a full view.

Your hand reaches up to his helmet, but he grabs your wrist. ''Sorry sweetheart, I don't show my face'' Din informs you. Part of you feels embarrassed for not checking, but then the other part of you gets hornier, loving the idea of him keeping his helmet on. You loved it when Boba did it, so you can imagine how hot it would be with Din.

Din lets go of your wrist and you slowly sink to your knees, your hands laying flat on your thighs. You stare back up at him and await for his commands.

''She knows who's in charge Djarin, so show her'' Boba says. You turn your head to him and see the bulge growing in his pants, oh how badly you wished to reach out and touch him. The look in his eyes was full of desire, you could see how badly he wanted to watch this, but also how badly he wished it was him at the same time.

But then Din's hand pushes your cheek back to facing him, ''if you want a dick so badly, you can take mine first.''

Your eyes move down to the tent in his own pants, watching as he unbuckled the pants. Just watching as he frees his cock, maker he was big! Your mouth already watering at his length.

Boba was thicker, but Din was longer.

The image of taking both of their dicks at once makes you whimper out, making both men stare at you.

''Oh, I think someone is excited'' Boba teases. He knew how badly you wanted this, ever since he teased the idea of another person fucking you it had been playing on your mind. The fantasy excited you, but you weren't sure if it was just something said in the moment or if he really wanted it.

You stare up at Din with your mouth open and your tongue pressed out, waiting for him to slide his dick into your mouth.

''You've got her trained well Fett'' Din praises.

His gloved hand guides his throbbing length into your mouth, slowly sliding it in, holding the top of your head to guide it in. It doesn't take long for him to reach the back of your throat, your mouth full of him.

He lets out a low groan as he just holds his cock in your mouth. You then start bobbing your head slightly, making sure you could feel him completely. He tasted almost the same as Boba, the same muskiness on his cock that you didn't mind really.

Din grips your hair a bit as he thrusts into your throat, causing you to gag a little but you didn't care, you just wanted this mans cock. You think Din pauses for a moment due to your reaction but Boba then reassures him ''she knows her safeword and to tap your thigh if it's too much.'' Which he was correct, and since you didn't tap his thigh Din took this to carry on.

He was filling your senses so quickly, he felt so good slowly entering your throat and back. Next to you every so often you could hear Boba groan, clearly enjoying the show.

''Maker, you look so pretty taking his cock. My talent little girl'' Boba praises. Causing you to moan against Din's cock and your thighs press together, your hand daring to go down and touch yourself until you hear Boba tusk and say ''no, you're just pressuring our guest now, not yourself.''

Which causes you to groan against Din's dick again, his hand tightening in your hair as he thrusts deeper. So you reach your hand up and grip the base of Din's cock, moving your hand up and down on the section that won't fit into your mouth.

''Keep doing that mesh'la'' Din moans. You feel his cock throb more in your mouth meaning he was already close, so you do as you're told. You let him fuck your mouth as you run your hand up the remaining part of his length.

Din pulls your head back a little as he mumbles ''gonna cum in your mouth, cyar'ika.''

With that warning he does as he said, warm salty liquid filling up your mouth quickly, feeling some of it leak out your mouth a little. He lets out a grunt as you swallow his cum with his cock still in your mouth.

Once he pulls out you look up at him with an almost dazed look, your jaw being a bit tired already. Din strokes your head and says ''she's so good Fett.''

''I know, come here pretty girl'' Boba commands, and you just crawl over to him, your knees feeling too sore to stand right now. When you reach him he leans down and pulls your face to his. You are about to protest due to still having cum around your mouth, but he seems to clean it off, moaning quietly to himself. You start to realise that as much as this is a treat for you, it is for him too.

Boba's tongue enters your mouth as he pulls you closer in, you can feel your underwear sticking to you, already ready to be touched by him again. You reach your hand out and massage his bulge over his flight suit, he smirks against your lips as he mutters ''so needy.''

''Please, sir'' you beg against him.

He moves back and looks up at Din, saying ''what do you think, Djarin? Think she deserves some reward?''

Din's hands rest on your shoulders, pulling you back to sit in front of his legs. You look up at him with pleading eyes, your pussy dying for attention off these men.

''She did do a good job at making me cum, but I kind of want to see just how needy she can get'' his tone is darker than before. His visor set straight on you as he teased the idea.

Boba leans down and strokes over your underwear causing you to flitch at the slight stimulation, chuckling quietly to himself. ''I say we see how much we can get her to beg'' he hums.

You want to protest, but yet you're enjoying this too much. Enjoying them talking about you like you weren't on your knees sat in between them both. You wanted both of these men to use you how they wanted, wanted them both to claim you in whatever ways they wished.

Then Boba's hand grabs your chin and pulls you closer, ''what do you want, little one?''

''You, both of y- you'' you quietly say, ''I want you both... so badly. Please, Lord Fett.''

''Sit on the bed then'' Boba orders, so you push yourself off the floor and hurry over to his bed. Sitting on the edge whilst both men towered over you again.

It was like they were both trying to figure out what to do next, or how they were going to do their next plan.

You watch Din lean into one of pockets on his belt and pull out some black fabric. ''You okay with being blind folded, cyar'ika?'' His voice is so soft as you nod to allow him to blindfold you for whatever reason he wished.

He passed the fabric to Boba who moved to behind you on the bed, placing a light kiss on your shoulder and traveling up your neck to your cheek. You leaned back against him, one of his hands traveling up the other side of your body, maker you were getting more and more desperate as the minutes passed.

Finally Boba's hands move in front of your face, the fabric coming closer to your face. Then suddenly your vision is gone, everything black. You feel Boba move your hair as he ties the blindfold, you're unable to see anything now.

''Safeword?'' Boba asks against your ear. Your senses are on full alert now due to your sight being gone, his hot breath against you made you shiver.

''Starship'' you reply.

He places a soft kiss on your neck as he praises ''good girl.''

Then you hear a hiss, a sound you knew very well, the removal of a helmet. Meaning Din was removing his helmet for Boba. You weren't sure why you couldn't see his face, you assume it must be a Mandalorian thing you don't know and due to Boba wearing the same armour he is allowed to see his face.

You hear the helmet be placed on the floor and feel his gloved hands run up your thighs. ''Fett, can I?'' His voice sounds different without the helmet, still just as handsome, just a bit softer.

Boba just hums and then before you can react Din places one hand on your cheek and pulls you to his lips. You lean into the kiss, feeling a moustache run along your lips as he pressed further into the kiss. The taste of caf on his soft lips filled the kiss.

Daringly you reach up and place a hand on his cheek, waiting to see if he would push it away, but he doesn't. So you run your hand along his face. Feeling the stumble on his cheeks that ran into a beard along his jawline, able to feel the little scars along his face. Your hand travelled further up, playing with his hair. It was soft and short, more scars hidden underneath.

You guess he was a bounty hunter too by the way he dressed and the amount of damage his body had been through.

Din then slowly pulls away from your lips, you let out a quiet moan as you miss the feeling. You feel him shuffle off the bed, placing his hands tightly on your thighs, and then feeling his breath on them.

Oh maker, please. Two men eating your cunt in one night? What a dream!

His hands snaked up and slowly dragged your underwear down, exposing your soaking pussy to him. You were glad you were blindfolded as you would be red in the face if you could see his reaction. Well you already were burning in the face, but you imagine if you saw his face you'd be on fire.

''She is drenched Boba'' he mutters, placing kisses on your thighs.

Boba's hands runs up both sides of your body as he pulls you back more, leaning your body against his cold armoured one. ''She always is, always so needy. Aren't you princess?''

You whimper in response, and whisper ''please.''

Both of these men knew what you wanted. They were just prolonging it for the sake of teasing you, wanting to see how far they could push you. And they were starting to get too close, you needed this pressure released.

Thankfully you don't wait long as Din pushes your legs wider as his tongue slides between your folds. You let out a quiet moan, your body completely sagging against Boba's, your hands gripping the sheets under you.

His tongue was just as talented as Boba's, tracing along and taking you fully in. Every so often poking into your hole, making your hips jerk up as he pushed them back down.

Then Boba moves one hand around and pinches your nipple again, a loud moan escaping your throat. This feeling was so beautiful, these two men touching you where you wanted, them doing what they wished as you just lay between them.

Din's tongue enters your hole making your hips jump again, but this time he doesn't push them back down, his hooked nose rubbing against your clit. You let out a very breathy moan at the sensation.

''Djarin, grid her against your face'' Boba orders. And Din does exactly that, causing your eyes to roll back behind the blindfold.

''You enjoying this, mesh'la?'' Boba asks you.

''I- I am, sir'' you moan.

He hums as he brings his other hand to your other nipple, bringing your body closer to feeling overstimulated.

''Tell him then, I've told him how good you are, thank our guest.''

You swallow and catch your breath a bit before you say ''this f- feels so good Di- Din... Thank y- you.''

Din hums against your hole which causes you to moan loud again. He tightens his grip on your thighs and rocks your clit more against his face, trying to bring you closer to your release.

Behind you you can feel Boba's cock digging into your back, feeling a bit guilty that he hasn't had a release yet. But you think he must be enjoying this as if he wanted to cum he would be getting you to help him already.

The pool in the bottom of your stomach grows, you can feel your own release getting closer. Fett must have picked up on your breathing changing as he whispers ''are you getting close, little one?''

''Yes'' you utter out quickly.

''Think she deserves to cum Mand'alor?'' Boba teases.

You feel Din's head remove himself for a moment, you whimpering from missing the feeling already and from your stimulation pausing. ''I think so, she's been so good for us so far'' he replies.

''Plea- please Din'' you almost cry. You wonder how much more you must plead to these men tonight just so they would give you what you wanted.

''You heard my girl, make her cum'' Boba said, his smirk always on his lips.

As Din's head reappears you reach down and grip his hair, since you don't have many opportunities to do such with Boba, not that you minded. He goes back to grinding your pussy against his face as his tongue fucked your hole, bringing you closer by the second.

Boba's fingers just work on pinching your nipples to help your stimulated body.

''I- I'm... cum. Gonna-''

''Cum princess'' Boba orders and you obey in an instant.

Gripping the sheets harder as you let go of Din's hair, your thighs squishing his head and your back arching until he pushes you back down. You see stars as you cum hard, harder than earlier.

''Good girl'' Boba praises as you moan against him from another mans mouth.

Din works you through your orgasm until it's too much, that your legs are shaking and your body is physically jumping back from his mouth, the overstimulation being too much.

He removes his mouth and you feel him rise, ''want to taste her?''

Your brain is foggy and it takes you a moment to release Boba is leaning up, hearing his lips meet Din's. The pair of them letting out quiet groans, sharing the taste of your release between their mouths.

One of Boba's hands leave your body to, you assume, touch Din's face. You were still unable to see what was happening but very much able to hear it. Getting more and more turned on from hearing the two men make out above you,

Then before you know it one of Din's hands reach down and grab your bare breast. Both men holding one each, both pinching a nipple each. You quietly whimper under them, clearly wanting to make sure you were still involved with the events.

''She tastes beautiful, doesn't she?'' Boba mutters above you.

''I'm glad you offered to share her with me, I can see why you've been held up with her'' Din replies.

You feel yourself blush, unsure if they were even looking at you, but not caring for a moment. The way these men spoke about you was beautiful, that even though they both wanted to dominate you and you wanted them both to claim you, that they still felt like they were worshipping you in some sense.

''Gar hiibir kaysh uram'' Boba says.

''Tion'jor?'' Din replies. You were completely clueless to what they were saying, you knew only pet names and a few compliments in Mando'a, the rest of their conversation was just confusing you, plus you were focusing on the feeling of them still playing with your nipples.

After a little while they both remove their hands, and you feel them both get off the bed. ''What's happening?'' You ask, still laying naked on the bed with the blindfold still on.

You heard two hisses, one after another. Did they both put their helmets back on?

No words were spoken still as you are sat up and feel the blindfold be untied. Your eyes squint as you readjust to the low lighting in the bedroom.

Both men stood in front of you, still in full armour with their helmets now on, however both their cocks were freed. Your mouth opens into a little 'O' as you let out a heavy breath.

''You going to do as you're told, babygirl?'' Din says, his voice back to sending a vibration through your body with the modifier.

You nod and whisper ''yes, sirs.''

''So obedient. You want both our dicks to fill you? Have two kings ruin you?'' Boba adds.

''Please, I really do.''

Two kings? Was Din also a king? Boba did keep referring to him as a title, it wasn't one you'd heard before. But the thought excited you, being fucked by two kings at once.

''End of the bed on all fours, face towards the end of the bed'' Boba orders and you do as so.

Watching as Boba stands in front of you and Din moves himself onto the bed behind you. His hands landing softly on your hips, adjusting you to be level with him. Both of them in front of a hole each, waiting.

Boba's hand rests on your cheek, soothing you slightly. You were a little nervous, you hadn't done anything like this before, but you were excited nonetheless. ''Ready?''

''Yes sir.''

You open your mouth and lean your tongue out, Boba lining himself up. He just rests on the end of your tongue as he waits for Din, his gloved finger dances along your hole, teasing it. You groan out of impatience, as much as it felt nice you just wanted him to fuck you.

Then he does. He lines the head of his dick to your hole, holding your hips as he slowly fills you up with his length. Your body pushing forwards as you take Boba's cock further into your mouth.

Both men push themselves as deep as the can in you and hold it.

Kriffing maker, you felt so full! They weren't even moving, but feeling both their lengths fill you was magical.

You swallow around Boba's cock and he says ''she likes it rough'' to Din. Slowly feeling empty as Din pulls back before he snaps his hips back to you, pushing Boba further down your throat.

Your eyes already start to fill with tears, how did it feel this good already? They only just really started.

Boba grips your hair as he pulls your head back a bit so he can fuck your mouth easier, whilst Din's pelvis slaps into your thighs as he tightens his grip on your hips. Your body being rocked between the two armoured men, them using your body exactly as they want.

Above you the sound of their helmet clank together, you assume they are giving each other a keldabe kiss, a motion Boba had done with numerus times whilst his face was covered.

Both their hips still rocking into you, each of them removing one hand. You look as far as you can up and watch Din's hand rest on Boba's cheek under his helmet, their motions with each other seeming so soft as they fucked you numb under them.

Your pussy clenches around Din, this entire moment making you feel so much.

''You getting close again pretty girl?'' Din almost mocks. Humming against Boba's cock, you then feel his hand move onto your clit, clearly moved off Boba's face.

Din runs little circles over your clit, pushing his cock slowly and deeply into you. ''Do you want to cum on his cock baby?'' Boba asks.

Again you hum and nod against his cock, your eyes looking up to see his helmet staring down at you. He reaches under your body and pinches your nipple once again. Your eyes threatening to drop the tears, your body feeling so overstimulated.

''Cum, ad'ika'' Boba commands.

Your eyes slam shut as your pussy tightens around Din, as Boba pushes his cock further down your opening throat. ''Good girl'' Din praises, but then he speeds up and fucks you hard through your orgasm.

You were stuck, unable to move whilst both men had you trapped between them. Your body spasming and shaking from your high, but neither men slowly down or easing up for you. But you didn't feel the need to stop, you enjoyed the feeling of it.

''Am at kaysh uram'' Boba says.

Then both men pull out from you, you let out a mix of a moan and whimper. You stare at Boba with a confused expression. ''Don't worry, we're not finished with you'' he pats your head as he moves to where Din was stated as Din appears in front of you. Oh, they're changing positions?

You open your mouth again for Din to slide his cock in, tasting yourself in the prosses. It wasn't the first time, a few times Boba had made you suck him off to cum in your mouth after, so you were kind of used to the taste now. Like before as you sit with Din's dick in your mouth Boba lines his up with your pussy.

His thick cock pushes through your sensitive walls as you moan against Din's length. Once again full from both men's cocks. You could get used to this feeling, hoping Boba would invite him around again.

''Maker you really do look good whilst someone fucks your mouth as I take your pussy'' Boba says recalling his comment from earlier, when he first told you someone would be joining.

''Not sure which one of I'm more jealous of'' Din groans.

You are on fire under them, the way they spoke about you made you weak, you were enjoying yourself so much.

Boba's grip on your hips tighten as he goes deeper causing your pussy to clench against him. ''You close again mesh'la?''

Din chuckles as you hum against his cock and he answers for you, ''I think she is.''

''Can you hold on a little longer? Want you to cum with me baby'' Boba says. You let out a mumbled whimper, the knot was right there, you were so closer.

Tears run down your face, holding yourself back. Trying to just focus on sucking Din's cock, hoping it would prolong your desperate need to cum. Din lets out a low moan as he holds your head tight, clearly enjoying your focus on him, trying to pleasure him the best way you could with your mouth for the second time tonight.

Boba's cock starts to throb as his thrust speed up, ''cum princess'' he moans.

Din pulls out your mouth as you let out a really loud moan, it echoing through the bedroom. You arms collapse under you with your ass and pussy still held up by Boba. Clamping around Boba's length, cumming harder then ever before, feeling his own release be stuffed deep inside you. Filling you with his cum, like he was trying to get it as deep as possible.

''So good'' Din praises above stroking your head. You shake a little under his touch, Boba still slowly rocking his softening dick inside you.

Once he does pull out Boba turns you on your back, ''you're nearly done, just need to make Din cum now, little one.''

You look up at Din, he was fisting his own cock as he stared at the mess between your legs. He slowly moves around the bed to where Boba is, placing himself next him. Both men kneeling next to your sensitive, leaking pussy.

Din uses his free hand to push two fingers into your hole, making you moan from the sensation. He does a few thrusts before pulling them back out. His black gloved fingers covered in the white liquid of both yours and Boba's release. You watch as he takes them under his helmet and sucks them clean.

Boba lets out a low groan as his hand leans down to help jerk Din closer, ''want his cum inside you too?''

''Please'' you whimper.

Din moans under Boba's grip, almost allowing his dominance to be swept away as Boba touched him. His gloved hand running up and down the Mandalorian's long length, you just waiting in anticipation. Wanting more cum to fill you, unsure if it was even possible honestly, but you were excited to at least feel it.

Boba then helps line Din back up to your sensitive heat, his cock almost ready to burst.

Din slowly rocks his hips back into you, using Boba's cum almost like lube. Filling your tightened pussy, moaning quietly under him.

''Cum inside my girl Mand'alor, use her how you wish'' Boba says to him, pulling all the strings now.

You feel Din's pace stutter as you once again feel your walls be coated with cum, quietly whimpering out from your sore and tired pussy. ''You two look so pretty like this'' Boba praises to you both.

The hiss of his helmet fills your ears as his handsome face comes back into your view. He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, you calm against his mouth. ''Don't forget to thank our guest, don't be rude princess'' he mutters against your lips.

So you move your head to the side, watch as Din pulls his soft dick from you and tuck it away. ''Thank you D- Din'' you say, giving him a dazed smile. He reaches down and strokes your cheek softly, you shut your eyes as you leaned against his palm.

Maker you were tired, quite literally all fucked out.

''Djarin can you start the bath for her'' Boba voice now so soft again. Din nods and exits to the fresher. Boba gaze turns back to you, cradling your head in his hands, his eyes so soft and caring now. ''Did you enjoy that?'' He asks so softly it could make you cry.

''I did, thank you'' you reply, giving him a warm reassuring smile.

He leans down and places another kiss on your lips, this time it was soft. He was clearly tired now too, his touch so gentle against you now.

Din remerges from the fresher to indicate the bath was done. So Boba moves his mouth off yours and lets Din pick you up, carrying you to the bath. You didn't really require both men to help clean you, but you also weren't going to turn them down.

You quietly whimper as the warm water touches your sensitive and fucked out cunt. Boba grabs the usual cloth to wipe around your face, making sure the cum from earlier was gone, and cleaning the drool, sweat and tears too. Din helped make sure between your legs was clean, making sure it wasn't sticky and rough between your legs anymore.

You once again felt special, having these two big men look after you after they both fucked you tired.

Din helped you out the tub as Boba wrapped a towel around you, picking you up and carrying you to bed. Din helps dry you off whilst Boba jumps into a quick shower.

''So, you and Boba...'' you start, wondering what was happening there.

''He was there for me when I needed someone, when I needed comfort. Then he filled another void I didn't even realise I had. But nothing serious, don't worry. He's all yours'' Din's voice so soft now, there was no jealousy or venom behind his words. It seems like they just hooked up a couple of times and that was all.

You just nod as you yawn laying down, pulling the covers over yourself. Just as you do you see Boba exit the fresher, just a towel wrapped around his waist.

But maker, yes! You wanted this again.

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Summary: Kinktober Day 9 — Double Penetration with Boba Fett and Din Djarin Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader/Din Djarin; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Double penetration, unprotected PIV, unprotected PIA (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), creampie, breast and nipple play, pred/prey kink, dirty talk, mention of filming and taking photos, mention of oral (m and f!receiving), objectification if you squint, dom/sub dynamics, mention of a safeword and the color system, polyamory, Din’s helmet comes off, porn with plot because I’m physically incapable of not including it, language. Word Count: 3.6k

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You were used to staring down a target. You were used to being stared down. Whether you met their eyes head on or were staring into the visor of a helmet, or the bulk of a pair of goggles, the stare down was a tool you had long mastered. What you weren't used to, however, was how he made you feel like prey under his stare. You were a bounty hunter, and a fucking good one. You were the hunter. The predator. You stared others down and they were the ones who broke.

But this... With him...

The T of his hud was familiar to you. You knew the sight and weight of it better than you knew yourself. And it never failed to press into you every single fucking time. It always pressed into you and pinned you down like a trapped bounty who'd just come to the realization that there was no way out. The black of the hud was as good as binders on your wrists, and the shine of the beskar was as good as carbonite, the way it froze you in place.

And when he lifted his helmet, it only got worse. The shade of his brown eyes was darkened and blown wide with lust as he stared you down, hungry and ready to fucking pounce.

You had never felt more like prey than you did when he stared at you. And because it was him, you fucking loved it.

But the man behind you was quick to remind you that he was there too, and he had you in his grasp. He could do with you as he wished. And right now, he was the one who had you pinned down, your back plastered along his thick chest, your legs spread wide by his thighs. Spread open for the warrior in front of you.

He had you held in his strong hands, grasping your hips and holding you down with his thick cock encased in your ass.

"I think Djarin likes this sight," Boba chuckled in your ear. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit, but it was enough to make you gasp as his cock stretched you. "Maybe I should set my helmet up to record this one day. Send it to him so he can remember what he's missing on long hunts."

You couldn't move, and even if you wanted to squirm or twitch or thrust your hips, Boba wouldn't have allowed it. His strength held you firmly in place, and you were unable to do anything but lay there on his chest and feel the stretch of him in your ass. You tried your absolute best not to moan, or squirm, or give any indication that you liked the idea he'd so flippantly teased both you and Din with. Because you were not a needy partner. You weren't!

. . .

Okay, you were. And even with Boba buried deep inside you, you could see the tenting of Din's pants, and you wanted him too. With these men, nothing was ever enough. They were never enough. Everything they did to you, whether it was fucking your throat until your voice was hoarse, or pounding your cunt so hard you could barely stand, or eating you so good you literally squirted on their face, giving them even more to dive into, it was never fucking enough.

You and Boba had known each other since you were teenagers. Practically kids. You both had been forced to grow up and fight and scrape and kick and hunt before you were barely teenagers. And by the time you were adults, you both had made names for yourselves as some of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy.

You'd met Boba Fett when you were still young. He was a bit older than you, and already renowned through the Outer Rim, and you'd swiped a bounty out from right under his feet.

He'd been planning to kill you for it when he finally tracked you down, but upon meeting you and seeing someone not terribly younger than he was, he let you off with a warning to never fucking do that again.

And who were you to deny yourself, and him, that sort of challenge?

It had become a game to you both. You'd swipe his bounties, he'd track you down and threaten you. Then he'd swipe your bounties, and you'd retaliate by knocking him on his ass in a fight. And after about a decade of back and forth and skirting around each other and taunts and having honest-to-god fun with it, he'd fucked you for the first time.

The game continued. But after that, any time you stole a job of his and he caught you, he fucked you so hard he knew you'd never forget it. And any time you beat his ass, even with that beskar of his, he let you pin him down in Slave 1 and swallow his cock until he physically couldn't cum anymore.

You'd been devastated by the news of his death. Of all the people you'd thought would fall, Boba Fett had never been one of them.

You'd thrown yourself back into the work. Bounty hunting was a profession that never ran dry. There was always a bail jumper to find. A war criminal to track down. A murderer to bring to justice. A thief to steal and lock away. A missing person to locate.

That's when you'd met Din. Or Mando, as you'd known him at the time.

It had been hard to work with him at first, and yet it had been some sort of selfish relief for you. The sight of a figure in beskar had been both painful and sweet. But Mando had been so different from Boba that it honestly made it easier for you that first time you'd teamed up. When you'd both been issued the same puck, rather than grapple over the bounty, Mando had offered to share it. It had taken you off guard, having never met a bounty hunter willing to share before. You'd ended up agreeing just to see if he'd follow through with it.

And he had.

Mando had impressed you. He was just as competent and fierce as Boba had been. Imposing and strong and downright scary when he wanted to be. But he had also just been so polite, and borderline soft-spoken. Where Boba had always been happy to go back and forth with you, Mando was content to simply listen. He could be a painfully quiet man, and it was only after almost a year of knowing each other and occasionally working together that Din had let some of his deadpan, dry humor show.

And by then, you had fallen for him.

Just like you had fallen for Boba.

You'd never been brave enough to tell Boba how you felt. But with Mando, you became terrified of making that same mistake. And though it had taken a while to find the words, you'd eventually told Mando the truth.

He'd whispered his name to you. Din. And fucked you so sweetly it had brought tears to your eyes.

He'd rarely fucked you that sweetly since.

You eventually shared everything with him. Your past, your past with Boba (the fact that Din hadn't known who he was had been both the most hilarious and baffling thing you'd ever heard), and he'd accepted it. And proceeded to blindfold you and eat you out until you cried from overstimulation as a thank you for thrusting him.

So when Boba had showed up on Tython, not only saying that he'd survived a sarlacc but looking like it too, it had been a shock to both you and Din.

A shock that turned into a slightly awkward reunion, then a startlingly easy, powerful team-up, then a friendship, then a friendship full of tension.

Until Din had forced all three of you to acknowledge the change. And to either embrace it or let it pass by.

The three of you had thoroughly embraced it.

Which led you to now, with you impaled on Boba's cock, naked and dripping, and practically drooling at the sight of Din.

"I think our girl wants something," Boba observed dryly. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit again, and you had to bite your lip not to make a sound.

"Then she should use her words," Din responded. His voice rasped with lust at the sight before him. A glorious sight. A tempting sight.

"Hear that?" Boba rumbled into your ear. You craned your neck back, craving his touch. It made him chuckle and press a quick kiss to your shoulder. "Use your words."

It took all you had to unclench your jaw, swallowing the moan that automatically wanted to sound. "... Please... Want you, Din..."

Din nearly groaned at your voice and need. You looked so good like this, spread eagle before him, offered to him, your second hole stuffed full, blossoming and stretching around Boba's thick cock. Your breasts were bare and nipples puffy with need. Your neck stretched into a tantalizing curve, and your mouth was open with pleasure and want. Din could see you trembling a little, kept torturously in place by Boba's strength when all you wanted was to be wrecked.

Din wasn't able to deny you anything, but he couldn't help teasing you a little longer.

He couldn't help teasing you both.

"Sounds like you're not enough for our girl, Fett."

Your mouth went dry while your cunt gushed at the words, but all Boba did was chuckle.

"Careful, Djarin. Or I'll make you watch for a week."

You weren't sure if that was more of a punishment for you or Din, but neither of you liked the idea of that.

"That's what I thought. Now get over here and help me ruin our girl."

This time, you couldn't hide the moan those words forced out of you. And Din needed no further encouragement.

Boba simply chuckled again.

Only when he was completely bare did Din finally approach. You swallowed hard at the sight of him, from the sinew of his thighs to the fluffiness of his hair, from the hungry gleam in his eyes to the scars decorating his body, from the predatory gait of his steps, to the dark hair on his chest, leading all the way down to his swollen cock, bouncing with every step he took.

Din climbed onto the bed, leaning over you and making your breath hitch.

Just in time for him to kiss you. Softly. Tenderly. And you couldn't help smiling into it.

"Okay, cyar'ika?" he asked.

"With you home, how could I not be?" you said.

Din smiled too, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

"Going soft on us, Djarin?" Boba quipped behind you. You smothered a giggle. Din had always had a measure of softness in his love that Boba didn't, and you were endlessly amused at how Boba continued to pretend he didn't like it.

Good thing both you and Din knew better.

"Just for that, I'm not kissing you," Din shot back, exchanging a grin with you.

You couldn't see it, but you just knew Boba's jaw had ticked.

"Get to work, Djarin," Boba just said instead. "Our girl's a little too coherent for my tastes."

Din looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He shrugged a little. "You heard the boss."

You scoffed, about to mention that last you checked, Din was technically Mand'alor, but Din's fingers had suddenly found your cunt, swiping through your slick and thoroughly silencing you.

Din groaned at how wet you were, his cock instantly twitching at the feel of your juice on his fingers.

"How long has she been like this?" Din asked Boba.

"Is our girl never not wet and ready for us?" Boba replied.

You whimpered a little, eyes squeezing closed and cheeks hot with mortification and arousal.

Din chuckled darkly in agreement, slick fingers coming up to touch your face. You opened your eyes automatically at the touch, and the feel of your own wetness smearing on your skin.

"What do you want, cyar'ika?" Din asked.

The locking of your eyes with his made it hard to breathe, let alone speak. But you forced yourself, swallowing hard to wet your mouth.

"Want you, Din," you said, somewhere between a whisper and a plea. "Want you inside me."

"Want me to fuck this cunt?" he said, voice just as quiet as yours had been. His slick fingers slipped into your mouth, and you swirled the flavor of yourself on your tongue. "Want me to fuck your cunt while Fett fucks your ass?" You whimpered around his fingers. "Want us to ruin you?"

Din's fingers popped from your mouth, and you gasped. "Yes!" you breathed, nearly begged. "Yes, please!"

"Such good manners," Boba praised. His thighs still locked your legs in place, keeping them nice and wide open for Din. "But be careful what you wish for."

Din's smile was just as dark as Boba's words.

Din didn't even bother slipping his fingers inside you to do more than gather your wetness, spreading it on his cock with a groan. Your eyes never left him, following the strokes eagerly. Your breasts heaved with every anticipatory breath you took, and Din pressed a kiss to the swell of one as he climbed back over you.

"Remember the safeword?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Say it," Boba said.

"Ge'tal."

Mando'a, for "red."

"Good," Boba said. His hands left your hips for the first time, stroking up to your waist. "Now, be a good girl and hold still."

You gulped, trembling with anticipation as Din lined himself up, and slowly pushed in.

The stretch was incredible, and though you'd done this before, taken both your partners together, it still choked the air out of you every single time. Din's soothing voice reminded you to breathe in, and Boba's hands stroked your skin soothingly.

When Din was fully seated inside you, you all groaned loudly. Din would never, never be used to the feel of you, how tight you squeezed him. How wondrously you fit him, that perfect cunt of yours practically sucking him inside you. Nor would he ever get used to the rub of Boba's cock, just barely separated from his by a thin wall of skin.

Boba groaned at the weight of you on top of him, a weight he absolutely loved. And the sight of the blissed expression on Din's face as he sheathed himself inside you. And the squeeze of you around him, Din's cock making you just that much tighter.

And you — Boba had gotten what he wanted. You were barely coherent. How could you be? Both men knew your body as intimately as they knew their own, as they knew each other's. These men could wreck and work you like no one else ever could, and with them both stretching and stuffing you full, working together to ruin you in a way they knew you loved, you were practically done for already.

Din smirked a little. The visual of you like this — impaled upon him and Boba, so thoroughly cockdumb — was a visual that he planned to live with forever.

And with a tiny nod from Boba, he slowly pulled out. And as he did so, Boba raised you by your waist, lifting you off of his cock.

You moaned so beautifully as they did.

And you moaned so beautifully again when Boba sank you back down and Din thrust back into your cunt.

The rhythm started slow. It usually did, the men letting you relax into the feeling of taking both of them. You always took them so gorgeously, so perfectly, and with a whisper of "Vorpan," Mando'a for "green," they knew you were ready.

The moans you had tried so hard to swallow earlier fully escalated into cries of ecstasy as your partners pounded into your holes. At first in sync, then in an oscillating rhythm that meant you were never without a cock inside you. As Din withdrew, Boba thrust in, and as Boba relaxed his thrusting hips and thighs, Din speared into you. You registered their voices, both encouraging and praising and moaning with pleasure, but none of the words truly made it through the garble of bliss clouding your entire being.

A sharp little yank on your nipple from Boba made you yelp. It brought your focus to the words being said. And you realized they actually weren't talking to you at all.

"Listen to that cunt," Boba was saying. His chest rippled against your back, and he gave your nipple a soothing little rub.

Din was braced over you, encasing your body as he worked in and out of you. His lip curled up as he ground out, "Best cunt in the galaxy."

You whined between them, listening to the lewd squelching of your own arousal as Din soaked himself in it. Your hips twitched with each new wave of slick that gushed out of you and spilled down to pool over Boba's girth. You felt so overwhelmed, stuffed absolutely full and stretched to your limits, and yet it wasn't enough.

With Din and Boba, it was never fucking enough.

And as Din and Boba worked in and out of you, trading dirty little comments about your cunt and ass and the bounce of your tits, about their cockdumb little sleeve, about how good you looked stuffed full, about how you weren't going to be able to walk tomorrow, about how your greedy little holes couldn't get enough of them, and how maybe they should both fuck your cunt next time, or both fuck your ass, all you could do as lay there, pinned between them, and take it.

One of Boba's hands squeezed around your tit, rolling and kneading it, presenting it to Din, who swiftly leaned down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

You cried out, one hand reaching back to grasp at Boba while the other flew to clutch Din's hair.

"There we go," Boba said. His voice had deepened as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "You know she loves it when we play with those tits."

Din hummed around you, his tongue tweaking your bud and making you shake underneath him.

Boba reached down, finding your clit. You nearly screamed as he rubbed it furiously.

You were so close, so fucking close, and how you hadn't cum yet was blowing your hazy mind, so fucked and filled with bliss you were reduced to nothing but broken cries of pleasure.

Three more thrusts. Three more thrusts from your partners was all it took to throw you over the edge.

"Boba! Din!"

And you came hard.

Seizing between them, your entire body clenched with ecstasy. Your cunt turned into a vice around Din, and he grunted as you clamped down around him and practically ripped his own orgasm out of him. Thrusting into you as hard and far as he could, Din came, his seed spurting out of him and stuffing you full.

And when Boba heard Din's guttural groan, and felt the furious clenching of you around him, he wasn't far behind. Burying himself in you as far as he could and yanking you down on top of him, Boba exploded inside your ass.

You climax dragged you in its wake for what felt like hours, but finally, the muscles in your body released, and your body practically gave out, sinking into Boba's front. Every muscle felt like it had been turned to jelly, and trembled in the aftermath of your high.

Din pulled out from you as gently as he could, his own legs feeling a little shaky as he kneeled beside you on the bed.

"Gonna lift you now, princess," Boba was saying. "On three..."

Together, he and Din lifted you up gently, until Boba's softening cock slid out of your ass. You were so worn out you could barely even wince at the sudden empty feeling.

But you reacted with a teasing little smirk as you heard Din and Boba's simultaneous groans, knowing you were gaping. Then, with a gentle clench, you elicited another groan from them as they watched Din's spend slowly trickle out of you.

"I'll start the bath," Din murmured. You continued to smirk as he struggled to tear himself away from the both of you. But he eventually stood, pressing matching kisses to yours and Boba's cheeks and disappearing into the fresher.

Boba began to massage your thighs.

"Feeling okay?" he rumbled, nuzzling into your neck from where he was now laying beside you. You hummed and smiled softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"Not sure how I'll be walking tomorrow," you said, making Boba chuckle, "but I'm okay."

Boba hummed and kissed you. You curled into him, tangling your tongue with his.

When he pulled away, your breaths mingled.

"You better recover quick, princess," he said, quietly, conspiratorially, "because Din just got home. And I think that merits something a little more... focused, on him."

A spike of heat shot through you at the suggestion, and your lips quirked into a salacious little smirk.

"I agree."

Din came back into the bedroom right at that moment. He had to pause at the sight of you two, his partners, tangled together in the aftermath of what he thought was a perfect homecoming.

But with the way you looked up at him, with a hungry, hooded gaze through fluttering lashes, and the way Boba lounged, eyebrow quirked just enough to be noticeable, Din felt his mouth go dry.

The night wasn't over yet.

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Chapter 24 - Talks, Renewals

Weeks pass. You have stopped asking about Kuat. You don’t want to know where he is or what he is doing. If he is still doing anything, or if he is dead in a ditch somewhere. Boba asked you what you wanted to know, and you have quickly decided that after those first bouts of rage and burning hatred, the images of violence behind your eyelids don’t satisfy you anymore. They don’t help. They just make you crave something you will never get the chance to have – to forget the memory of Kuat’s fingers digging into your neck, and the sound of his voice as he tells you that you should have been his property.

You throw yourself into work – into finding a ship to send after Din as a gift for all he has done, even though he is gone now. Into preparations for Boonta Eve, so you can set a date for the race. You look for pilots, for ships, for mechanics. For old friends who might be interested. It keeps you busy during the days when Boba is not there. He has things to do, you know that, knew it from the start.

It is a strange line to walk - this need to have him around you all the time so you feel safe, but not to let it go too far. At some point, you have to function without him, and you cannot always expect him to be there whenever you need him - he has a planet to run after all. So, you try to keep as busy as you can, to talk to Fennec when you feel lonely, and to work your way through the trauma that has nothing to do with Boba but whom the fallout affects so much.

He holds you through the nightmares, and he never presses you. One time you ask him if it’s a bad thing you don’t talk to him about what happened. The guilt has been gnawing at you every day since you came back - that you are being selfish, that you are taking more than you are giving back. That you may be asking too much of him.

“No,” he simply says. “No, it’s not a bad thing. You should talk to someone about it when you are ready, but that someone does not have to be me, princess. I’m here for whatever you need, but you don’t owe me anything. Tell me what I can do to make you feel comfortable, and I’ll do it. If there is nothing I can do, I shall wait until the day when there is something for me to do.”

He reassures you in every way he can - his husky voice soft and gentle as he talks to you after nightmares, his hands carefully asking for your permission every time he touches you. Sometimes, it makes you cry, to see this man that you have fallen for so hard and loved so much ever since being so careful. Treading on eggshells around you. But even then, he is there to remind you that you deserve to be taken care of, and that he does not mind.

“I’ll always take care of you, alor’ika, for as long as you want me.” You are sitting on his bed when he says it, staring at the shrine of his father’s helmet. “I’ll always be here. I’ll never leave you.”

But even Boba cannot be everything you need, as much as you wish he could. You need a friend, someone rational enough to be able to deal with your delicate emotions, but understanding enough that they won’t judge you for them. And Din is gone.

So, you talk to Fennec. Fennec, who radiates more comfort than you have ever given her credit for. Who finds you someone professional to talk to after a few weeks of processing the events of the yards. Fennec, who guards your every step when you ask her to, because even though you are in the palace, the dark corners scare you at first. The hunger in Kuat’s eyes follows you everywhere you go, and only the quiet clicking of Fennec’s boots, or the clangor of Boba’s spurs can make that feeling go away. You know Kuat is not in the palace anymore – whatever Boba is doing to him, whatever he has done to him, it’s not happening here. That was the only thing you asked for when you and Boba talked about how involved you wanted to be in the solution of this… situation.

You are sitting in your apartment, swiping through a catalogue of spare parts for your pod without really looking at anything as you ponder the memories of the last weeks.

“Are you going to kill him?”

“…no.” Boba stops to look at you with serious eyes. “You can be as involved in this as you want to be. As you need to be and feel able to be. I know you did not grow up like Din and I, you are not Mandalorian – you are not a warrior, or a bounty hunter. I’ll give you whatever you need to process this, to find closure. But I won’t ask anything of you. If you never want to see that man again, I would not blame you. I would tell you only as much as you want to know about the… process.”

“What are you going to do to him?” Your voice sounds small, but there is that burning touch of red anger that makes you sound like a stranger to your own ears.

Boba smiles, but it is not like any smile you have ever seen from him. Not reserved, or deeply affectionate, not the one with the dimples that only you get to see, or even the cold smile he shows to guests that see him without his helmet.

No, this smile is something else entirely – so full of hatred and cruelty that it is hard to look at him. It transforms his face, and suddenly you can imagine that younger Boba from the stories, the ruthless bounty hunter who worked for the Empire. Who disintegrated people out of pure spite and disregard for life, who is still feared across the galaxy. You can imagine him smiling like this, face younger, without the scars and lines that have come with age – smiling like this when his bounty begs for mercy and Boba tells them there will be none. It scares you, that smile, but what scares you more is that you like it. Because now it feels like you can know for sure that Kuat will get what he deserves. That Boba’s rage will know no bounds.

The cruel smile fades when Boba’s eyes return from empty space back to you.

“Do you really want to know? If you do, we can talk more about it. If you don’t… I’ll take care of it. You won’t have to ever think about that scum again. I can make it be as if he never existed, if that is what you want. I can display him as an example of what happens to the people that cross me or what is mine. Whatever you want, alor’ika, it is your decision.”

You nod quietly. What is there to say?

‘Boba, I want to watch as you slowly and agonisingly torture this man to find out who would have paid for me? As you wring the confession from him that he would have- that he would have-’ Stop. You can not think about that right now. All you want to think about is how good it feels to be back in Boba’s arms, and you will not have that ruined for you.

“I just want him gone,” you finally manage. Boba’s hand slips into yours, a gentle pressure reminding you that he is here, he is real, and you are safe. You squeeze his hand, relish the feeling of the scar tissue that covers the back of his hand. Real. He’s real. Boba doesn’t smile when he looks at you.

“I can make that happen.”

The bell of the elevator rips you from your thoughts, and you smile when Fennec comes into view, a smile on her lips as she steps into the room.

“Whatcha up to, tinker girl?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Looking at wedding dresses?”

That thought throws you off for a second. You have not even thought about starting to plan the wedding ever since you got home. Out of all the things you busied yourself with, the wedding is the last thing you would have prioritised. Even though there is nothing in the world that feels more important, you just cannot seem to bring yourself to talk to Boba about it, and he has not asked, has not suggested setting a date, or any of the things you should be doing to prepare. He has patiently taken care of you, let you process your trauma. Sometimes you wish he would bring up the wedding so you would have a starting point.

You realise you are still staring at Fennec, your mouth slightly agape as a million thoughts rush through your head. Sitting up straighter, you narrow your eyes and try to think of some response to her well-meaning teasing.

“I… no, actually. I want to finally finish my racer-“

“Seriously?” Fennec plops down on the chair beside you and swivels around until her knees bump against yours. “You are engaged to be married. To Boba Fett. Of all people, fucking Boba, who I was sure would never even look at someone for fear they could stab him in the back if he blinked. And all you can think about is finishing your kriffing podracer?”

You grin, but her words hit harder than she intended them to. You know Fennec doesn’t mean to be insensitive – she has nothing to do with what all went down, nothing but as your friend you get to talk to. You are not even sure she knows about the misunderstanding with Boba’s proposal. How could she? Not even Boba knows. You haven’t mentioned it, and the only other person who would know is gone.

Din. Gods, you miss him. His calming presence, his quiet, strong voice. The way he would lean against the doorframe decked out in his full armour and nearly blind you when the suns stood at a specific angle.

Not all of the tears you cry at night are for yourself. Some of them are for him; and sometimes you wonder if you should tell Boba that. Would it make him jealous? Would he understand it, this pain of losing a friend so dear it feels like you lost a small part of yourself?

You shake your head and focus back on the present, picking up your search through the holonet once again. Your racer is nearly done, but the last few parts are the most important - and the hardest to track down.

Fennec leans back in her chair, clearly settling in to watch you work. You talk about nothing and everything- how is the race coming along? Will she go out of town again for another job? A part of her starship has been causing problems, could you take a look at that? You’ll need to repeat the trip to town soon, that lingerie seller wants to take Fennec out and she needs something to wear for their date.

It’s chatter between friends: not meaningless, but mindless; both of you updating each other on your lives. You cannot bring yourself to talk about the one thing you need to talk to her about though: The miscommunication of the proposal. Three times you take a deep breath and set out to tell her about it, and three times you stumble and talk about something else.

You want her opinion though, the opinion of a best friend - and of someone who knows Boba, in some ways maybe even better than you do. It’ll be practice for bringing it up to Boba. At least that is what you are telling yourself.

That thought stings, so openly looked at. You still haven’t talked to him about it. There just always seems… so much to do. More important things. You are engaged, you know that, and it is what you want. Is it really so important how you found out?

“Uh-oh,” Fennec furrows her brow. “You’re making that face. The face of unpleasant things.”

“No, I’m not,” you absently mumble, swiping through parts without really looking at any of them.

“Yes, you are,” she insists. Her hand on your knee is warm and gentle, and you bear the sudden touch nearly without flinching. Her voice goes soft as she speaks on. “Do you… want to talk about it? Is it about… the incident?”

“No!” You answer quickly. Her eyebrow raises even further, and you sigh deeply. “No, it’s really not. I’m… we’re working on that. I’m okay. Boba and I… we’re okay. It’s just… something else happened on that trip. I’ve not… I don’t know how to bring it up to Boba now. It’s been so long. Kinda feels like I missed my chance.”

“Not a good reason, tinker girl.” Fennec grabs a handful of Jawaese fire crisps and stuffs them in her mouth. “If you wanna talk about it, if it bothers you… you gotta. Don’t marry someone without talking everything through. If there’s something you need to talk about, something that’s important to you- Gods, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… I’m sure Boba would want to know. He loves you. Don’t keep secrets from him if it’ll make you unhappy in the long run.”

“I’m not!” You know your face is guilt-ridden even without looking in the mirror. “There’s just… one small matter we haven’t talked about. And it feels unfair not to tell him.”

Fennec leans forward in her seat, her eyes twinkling with mischief, though there is genuine concern in them.

“Did you fuck Djarin on the trip?”

“I- what? No! Gods, no, of course I didn’t!”

Fennec shrugs, shoving another handful of crisps into her mouth.

“Didn’t really think you had, but damn that would have been rough, right after getting engaged-“

“…which I didn’t even know,” you mumble. Well, fuck. There it is. Fennec’s eyes go wide, destroying any and all hope you had that she did not hear you.

“You what now?”

You breathe in. You breathe out. You have to talk to someone about this, it has been eating at you for way too long. And maybe… maybe talking it out with Fennec before you go to Boba is not such a bad idea.

“I didn’t know Boba had proposed,” you admit quietly, your cheeks burning as you take in Fen’s incredulous look.

“And how in the Sith hells does that work?” she asks. When she sees the hurt look on your face, she quickly goes on. “I’m not judging you, I’m genuinely curious. How the fuck does one get proposed to without noticing it?”

Your fingers close around the necklace that Boba gave to you, Fennec’s eyes flicking down before studying your face again.

“Oh no. What did that idiot do?”

The expression on her face makes it so much easier to talk about. She seems both amused and vaguely disgusted with Boba’s lack of communication skills. And so you talk and talk and talk. You lay everything out, backtracking from the proposal-that-was-not-really-one to the strange affair between Din and you. You explain everything to her - though your words, at times, seem not enough to capture what was going on. Looking back, you don’t understand how you got into this mess, and still, when you think of Boba’s smile when he wakes up next to you in the morning, it all seems worth it. Finally, you run out of things to say, biting your lip as you look at Fennec’s unmoving face.

She closes her eyes, pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers, and takes a deep breath.

“That bastard,” she mumbles, raising her gaze to meet yours. You don’t know what to say, so you just shrug. Fennec bursts out laughing.

“That fucking bastard! I can’t- how- fucking hell, that man has not one singular ounce of common sense in his body, does he?”

You stare at her for a minute, processing what all you have told her, and finally, laughter bubbles up in your chest. It bursts out of you like you have been holding it in for months – and maybe that is true. The absurdity of it all, the sheer chaos. You laugh so hard you can barely breathe, clutching to Fennec’s shoulder so you don’t fall off your stool as you erupt in laughter again and again.

Someone clears their throat in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting something?” Boba sounds a little confused, but mostly amused. When you look at him standing there, your heart melts.

“Never,” you say. Fennec giggles wildly, getting up from her seat, but not leaving without grabbing the last bit of your fire crisps.

“You’ll have to pay me back for those!” You call after her. “They’re not easy to find, you know, you’ve gotta drive a hard bargain!”

Your yelling is only met with chuckles as Fennec ducks out the door.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. You got loads to talk about.” She winks at you ambiguously, and a few seconds later you hear the elevator doors slide shut behind her.

Boba pushes away from the doorway to come stand behind you, strong arms wrapping around your shoulders as he moves his lips against your neck.

“What did she mean by that, princess?”

“Oh, I don’t…” you drift off. The nagging little voice in the back of your head is screaming at you: If not now, when? You bite your lip and gather your thoughts. “Actually, there was something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Boba pulls back and turns your stool so you are facing him, and you flinch at the terror in his eyes. He looks scared.

“It’s nothing bad,” you quickly add, but the tension that has settled in his shoulders doesn’t leave. You try a different approach.

“Come on, baby. Let’s sit down and-“

“You’re leaving me,” Boba interrupts. You barely recognise his voice, small and scared and lonely. There is nothing of the powerful leader in him now, neither in his voice nor his posture as his shoulders slump. He can’t even look at you.

“What?” The bewilderment in your voice is obvious, but Boba does not seem to notice.

“I was… waiting for this. I thought you might go with Djarin when he left, but I didn’t think- I let myself hope that-“

“Boba!” You cut him off sharply. The edge in your voice makes him look up at you, and the sight of him nearly makes you cry. You never thought he could look so defeated. So resigned to his fate. Stepping forward, you take his hands into yours, your thumbs gliding along the familiar scar tissue in an effort to soothe him.

“Boba, my love, I’m not leaving you. Of course I’m not, why would you even think that?”

“…oh.” He blinks a few times, clearly surprised. “I was- I thought- You were so sad when Din left, and things have been… different, since you came back. I thought… I thought maybe that trip made you realise you don’t love me like you love him.”

Your fingers tighten around his.

“You’re right, Boba. I don’t love you the way I love Din.” Your voice falters when Boba tries to pull his hands from yours but you just grip him tighter. “I love you infinitely more. I love you differently and I love you more than I could ever love him. You are my life, Bob’ika. I love you with my entire being, mind, body and soul. You are everything to me. How could I ever leave you if I cannot imagine a life without you in it?”

Boba looks up at you, properly looks up this time, and you swear there are tears in his eyes.

“Do you mean it?”

Of all the times you have said it, this time feels like the most meaningful.

“I mean it with all my heart, Boba. I love you. Ni… Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.”

There is a beat when neither of you moves, but then you are scrambling to climb into his lap, Boba’s hands wrapping around you to lift you up and settle on your hips as you slot into place as if that is where the universe meant you to be: Your chest pressed against his, faces so close you can feel his breath against your cheek.

You kiss him then, chastely, a mere peck on his cheek. If you let yourself kiss him now, really kiss him, you will never talk about what you need to talk about.

“I love you, Bob’ika, and… and you’re so fucking stupid,” you whisper.

Boba’s eyebrows draw together, his confusion clearly visible on his face. You grin at the expression on his face.

„I was expecting a different ending to that statement, alor’ika,” he rumbles. You did not expect his reaction to your hasty words to be so soft, and you don’t know how to respond to it. The silence is deafening, until Boba clears his throat. “Well, clearly something is wrong, princess. Is that not what you wanted to talk about?”

Oh. That hits you right in the heart, because he sounds so hurt, like his fucking heart is breaking; a tremble in his voice you never expected to hear, not after you just told him again and again that you loved him.

“What is it, alor’ika?” he mumbles. “What happened that made you pull away from me, was there something beside… beside Kuat? Something beside Djarin that made you change your mind about me?”

The name makes you flinch, and you shift uncomfortably in Boba’s lap. He looks at you, his face so serious you can nearly not bear it.

“Boba.” You can not let him go on, he is breaking your heart, carving sharp fractures into it with each word. Finally, your posture relaxes as you allow yourself to press your face into his warm chest. “Boba, that’s not at all what I meant. I would never leave you. Never. I love you, and only you, I thought I had made that clear, even before we left. Ni cuyi gar, ner kar’ta. That has not changed, no matter what has transpired in the meantime.”

Your tongue stumbles a little over the Mando’a words, but it’s all worth it when Boba looks down at you. There is a sadness that lingers in his eyes, though, an insecurity you have never seen before.

“Then why-“

You push away from him to fixate him with a stern gaze. As much as it hurts you, as much as you want to be touching him and never let go, as much as your body longs for him - as does your mind - you need to clear this up now. You can’t just forget because you want to be held by him. There is no easy way out, not this time. Not if you still want to marry him, and by the Gods you do. You do. You have never wanted anything more. Your voice is measured when you speak.

“Before we left – before Din and I left for the yards… Boba. You proposed to me.”

His confusion only seems to spread at your words, the creases in his brow deepening as he stares back at you.

“And you accepted, alor’ika. Which is why I don’t understand what-“

“You. Proposed to me. To Me, someone who did not grow up on Mandalore, who was not raised by Mandalorian parents, with Mandalorian customs. Who never really learned Mando’a. And you proposed in your mothertongue.”

“And you accepted, what-“ Boba stops himself and you can see the realisation sink in. His eyes go wide, and his hand twitches as if he wants to reach out. You take his hand once again - you can’t stop yourself, you need him to know you’re not actually mad. Not really. Not anymore.

“You didn’t know what it meant,” Boba says quietly.

“I didn’t know what it meant,” you confirm. His hand grips yours tighter.

“How do you know now?”

“Din told me.”

There is a pause. Boba’s eyes shine when he raises his voice.

“Was that before or after you asked me if you could kiss him, alor’ika? You remember, on the way to the yards?”

Oh. Oh no. You had known it was a bad idea then, you knew it, and still you were selfish enough to request it. You have never despised yourself more than you do in that moment, when Boba’s voice breaks as he looks at you, his fingers clamped around yours like it will hurt less if he just keeps holding onto you.

“It was before I asked you,” you sigh, then hurry to explain. “Boba, it’s- it’s complicated. What I wanted to talk to you about today… it has nothing to do with Din. It’s about you and me. Din is only a part of this because he told me and I was so mad. I was so mad, and I hurt him in my anger. I said some things I should not have said, some things I didn’t mean. I had to show him-“

“Show him that you love him?”

Fuck.

“Not like I love you,” you whisper.

“So you’ve said.” Boba’s expression is calm, but there is an urgency in his voice, a need to be reassured. “Explain it to me.”

“Boba-“

“I need to hear it. I need to understand it, or it will break me. Break us.” His voice is rough, and you think you see that tell-tale sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. Quickly, you look away. You can’t cry, not right now. You have to sort this out. Boba’s hand turns your chin gently until you look him in the eyes again. “You needed to talk about the proposal. I’m sorry, alor’ika, I thought you understood what I was saying, I was so sure of it when you looked at me with those beautiful eyes and told me you accepted. I was sure you knew what it meant. I’m sorry there was a misunderstanding, and if I could I would do it all over again. But… Din is interwoven in our story, whether we like it or not, and we need to talk about that too. I didn’t want to put it on you when you came back, not after everything that had happened. But if we are being honest tonight, we need to talk about all that too.”

“Okay,” you say, your voice trembling. Boba’s hand is still in yours, but it feels clammy and cold.

“Explain it to me,” he repeats, unnaturally calm. It’s a façade, you know it, he knows it. A fence, hastily erected where a thick wall used to stand. Before he met you.

“I love you more than words can say,” you begin. “You are- you are everything to me, Boba. I never thought I would feel about anyone the way I do about you. You are ingrained deep in my heart, you are a part of me, and not one I could ever bear to lose. Being apart from you hurts so much I can hardly focus, being with you is the best feeling in the galaxy. I wish I had better words to describe how you make me feel than this, but I don’t. I’m not a great poet, I don’t know what else to tell you. I love you. Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.”

You pause to collect your thoughts. Boba’s hand squeezes yours; some warmth having returned to his touch. His eyes are gentle as he looks at you, but that underlying pain is still there, and it breaks you to see him like this.

“With Din…” you continue slowly. “With Din, it’s different. He came later, but I think even if I had met him before you, I would not have loved him the way I love you. I care so deeply about him. In the beginning, I thought it was sympathy and friendship, but I think it goes deeper than that. Still… how I feel about him does not in any way compare to how I feel about you, Boba. Losing you would shatter me. But Din- he is gone, and I am fine with that. Mostly. I miss him, I miss him so much. But being away from you was infinitely worse.”

You take a deep breath and try to collect your thoughts before you go on.

“It had to happen… it was clear from the start, I knew that he would have to leave although I let myself forget it at times. We were not meant to be, and we both knew that. I have always, always belonged to you, my love. Even before we both knew it. I’m sad- I lost a friend when Din left for Mandalore, and I’m afraid I have hurt him, even though I did not mean to. But the pain is eased by you, by your presence. I would give up anyone in the world for you, ner kar’ta. I can bear anything so long as I have you. If I lost you there would be no consolation, nothing that could heal me from that pain and that loss. Nothing.”

Boba says nothing for a long time. It makes you nervous, how quiet he is, how he won’t even look at you.

“So… you kissed him as consolation?” he finally asks, some strength having returned to his raspy voice. You breathe in and pick your words carefully.

“…kind of. I had to- I felt so bad for all those things I said, and then he told me he wanted to take his helmet off in front of me, and I knew I would want to kiss him once he did, and I knew if I did that without asking you, then… that’d be cheating. I could never ever do that do you.”

“I would not have forgiven you for that.” Boba’s voice is cold as ice, cutting into you until it hurts. You hold up the shards of your heart and ask him to put them back together.

“I know. I didn’t. If you’d said No, I would never have kissed Din. I belong to you, Boba.”

There is a pause, your heart stumbling and stuttering. Finally, Boba turns to you, the hardness melting from his eyes as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap.

“That, you do,” he mutters. “And I belong to you, alor’ika.”

You can breathe again. You almost start crying in relief, but this conversation is not over. As hard as this was, you have to clear the air entirely, you know that, or you will regret it forever.

“Do you understand now?” you ask. You need to hear Boba say it. “Do you understand how it’s different, how much more you mean to me than Din ever could? And why I still had to do what I did?”

Boba’s hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb stroking along your jaw.

“I think I do. As much as I ever could understand, at least. There is nothing that I would have had to forgive, but I am grateful you explained it to me, alor’ika. It would have festered, it would have poisoned us, this… this jealousy I harboured.”

Hearing him admit it feels like a weight lifting off your chest. So, you were right. Boba had been jealous.

“Are you still jealous?”

Boba looks at you thoughtfully, and it’s like you can feel him reach deep inside his heart so he can bare it to you.

“No. I don’t think I am.”

You rest your forehead against Boba’s silently. The gesture holds a meaning you don’t have words to express in this moment. A beat passes, your breath finally slowing down. It is out. Boba twitches, and tension returns to your shoulders when you can feel him preparing himself to speak.

“At least…” he breaks the silence. “At least if you meant what you said.”

You lift your head to stare at him.

“I meant everything I said.”

Boba cocks his head, his hand sliding into yours again as his other wanders up your chest to gently tug at the necklace that rests between your breasts.

“I don’t mean just now, princess. I meant… before you left.” He takes a deep breath. “When you said you accepted my proposal. Even if you didn’t know what it meant back then. If I asked you again now, would you still accept?”

He smiles a little self-ironically, and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

Oh. Right. There was that. The whole reason this baring of hearts even started.

You want nothing more than to relax into Boba, to finally kiss him and grant yourself the relief you have longed for for so long. But this weighs on you, this silent anger you have been carrying with you ever since you heard Din’s calm voice telling you the words: It’s a proposal.

“My love,” you sigh deeply. “If there ever was a more terrible timing for a misunderstanding because of a cultural and language barrier, I don’t remember it. This was… this was truly unfortunate.”

Boba stiffens underneath your hands, that fear creeping back into his eyes when he looks at you.

“So you do not accept?” His voice does not tremble, but you can hear how much it costs him to keep it steady.

“Oh!” you suddenly understand why he is so anxious. “Oh Boba, of course I do. Of course I accept, my love. I- I want to become your riduur, and for you to become mine. I have never wanted anything more.”

You place your hand against his chest, quietly waiting until his heartbeat calms under your fingertips. Boba opens his mouth to answer, but you shake your head.

“I never wanted to talk about this because it was not what I wanted. I just thought… Before we celebrated, we had to talk about this. None of what we talked about could ever have any influence on my decision. I’m yours for as long as you are mine. I will marry you, as long as you’ll have me, that is certain, and-”

“I will always have you,” Boba murmurs, and you don’t have it in you to scold him for interrupting you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll have you and hold you, keep you and love you forever. As long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever is a long time,” you whisper, and a small smile appears on Boba’s face before he kisses you.

“Forever is barely long enough if I get to spend it with you.”

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Mando'a translations

Ni cuyi gar, ner kar'ta - I am yours, my love. Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum - I love you. Alor'ika - Princess

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bobathirstaccount · 2 years

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Boba Fett x reader x Din Masterlist

Double Trouble (Boba x Din, Boba x reader)

Real Life Made for Each Other

The Warrior

Two Times the Surprise (GN!reader)

Slave 1 Series:

Threesome in the Slave 1

Part II

Part III

Part IV: The Twosome (Boba x Din, Boba x reader)

This Or That

Rendezvous (AO3 link)

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Hi for fandom Friday I’d like to submit the lovely rexxdjarin’s creation which was so tasty I’ve been thinking about it real hard allllll week 🥵

https://at.tumblr.com/rexxdjarin/dropping-something-thats-been-stuck-in-my/e7ai06ibmi77

LISTEN, when I tell you @rexxdjarin damn near killed me with this, I MEAN IT. When Julie writes brat taming, it's just on another level, and IN A THREEWAY WITH BOBA AND DIN????

This little ficlet is PERFECTION and I salute Julie for blessing all of us with it. THANK YOU FOR THE REC!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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flightlessangelwings · 9 months

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FlightlessAngelWings Kinkotber 2023 Prompt List!

Here it is, the Kinktober Prompt List!!

Compiled by myself and edited/peer reviewed/approved by my bestie @the-purity-pen who had made fantastic prompt lists in the past (and who also made the beautiful graphics for me)!! This list has a little bit of everything from more vanilla to more hardcore prompts so there’s a little something for everyone, or to branch out and try something new if you feel like it!

Write fics, make art, graphics, gifs, moodboards, whatever your heart desires!! Any type of creations are welcome too: reader insert, oc, ships, original works, anything!

Have fun and be creative!!

Below the cut are 31 days of prompts for the month of October! Each day has 3 choices with a free space day on the 31st!

Because of the nature of the event, this is 18+ ONLY! Minors interacting or participating will be blocked!

Please tag me @flightlessangelwings and use the hastag #fawktober2023 and I’ll share your works!

Please use proper warnings in your posts with this event as some of the prompts may not be for everyone. And if you’re doing a reader insert, please work to be inclusive of your writing/art!

No kinkshaming please! I made this list to be varied so there may be things on here you hate. That’s ok! There’s things here that even I don’t like but I designed it that way so there’s something for everyone! But that’s also why tags and warnings are so important!!

Reblog this post so others and find this list and to share the fun!! And don’t forget to reblog other people’s work too throughout October and support each other!!

If none of the prompts for the day speak to you, feel free to pull from another day if you want! Don’t feel pressured at all! Have fun with it!!

List under the cut in graphic and text format!

Banner free to use for your posts with credit to @the-purity-pen 💖

Both dividers by the lovely @saradika ❤️

Love bites * Overstimulation * Impact play

Bath/shower * Public * Knife play

69 * Exhibitionism * Monster au

Thigh riding * Sex pollen * Forced orgasm

Table sex * Threesome * Sensory deprivation

Sexting/phone sex * A/B/O * Bondage

Slow and soft * Partner swap * Spanking

Cockwarming * Temperature play * Rough sex

Role play * Pegging * Hunter/prey

Stripping * Anal * Double penetration

Seduction * Blindfold * Degradation

Formal wear * Glove kink * Gun play

Body worship * Being recorded * Anonymous sex

Tit/nipple play * Object insertion * BDSM

Against a wall * Size kink * Free use

Lap dance * Role reversal * Whipping

Praise kink * Rimming * Tentacles

Masturbation * Squirting * Dacryphilia (crying/emotional release)

Hand job * Voyeurism * Somnophilia

Sex toys * Orgy/group * Corruption

Romantic sex * Piercings * Hate sex

Voice kink * Virginity * Fisting

Dirty talk * Begging * CNC

Lingerie * Edging * Leather/latex

Mirror sex * Orgasm denial * Breeding

Face sitting * Deep throating * Choking

Food play * Period sex * Wax play

Blowjobs * Intercrural sex * Cock rings

Fingering * Cream pie * Gagging

Cunnilingus * Costumes * Breath play

FREE SPACE

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sprout-fics · 10 months

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Okay wait I need to know. What would Din Djarin/Paz Vizsla/Boba Fett’s reactions to riduur in lingerie be 👀

A Mandalorian being soft and horny for their S/O in lingerie is something that can be so personal

Boba Fett

Green

It's fucking green, of course

Strappy too, little bands criss-crossing over your curves, hugging your hips, your tits, your thighs

You call to him from your bathroom together in the palace, the one attached to his suite, pausing coquettishly in the doorway as he looks up and stares

He doesn't speak, not at first, but he does blink a few times as a pleased, knowing smile spreads over his lips

"Come closer, little one." He beckons, putting aside the armor he had been tending to, spreading his thighs and inviting you to stand between them

You pace over, feigning shyness, swaying your hips in a canting little walk that has him chuckle before you pause between his legs

His hands cup your ass, and you stand on your toes a little with a gasp, smirking knowingly down at him, hands resting on his shoulders

"and where did you get the funds for this, hmm?" He asks, and snaps one of the bands against your flesh, making you stifle a grinning little yelp

"I...may have borrowed some cash from your account." You tell him cheekily, and Boba raises an eyebrow up at you, his pleased eyes betraying him as he attempts to glower in disapproval

"So it belongs to me, then." He muses, and you do gasp this time when his hands squeeze on your ass, imprinting his fingers there.

"So I shall be the one taking it off."

You don't have time to protest, because he secures his arms around you, topples with you back against silk sheets

Paz Vizsla

He's dumbfounded

You can tell, even with his helmet on. The way Paz freezes when he sees you without your armor, dressed in floaty, gauzy teal underwear tells you everything to know about the expression on his face

It's quickly pushed aside, however, as he stands, uses three long strides to cross the room to where you stand. Your warrior stalks towards you like you perhaps might duck under his grasp, might try and flee

You don't, of course. There's no way you would. Your Paz is safety, warmth, shelter, a bastion of protection that you lay your affections into ceaselessly.

His hands outstretch to you, take the silky, draped fabric between his gloved fingers and holds it aloft as if to examine it. Entirely foreign, unexpected for a man of his resolve and brutal efficiency. Yet endearingly gentle with you as he asks:

"All this...for me?"

You beam up at him, hearing the touch of tenderness, of want in his voice, shifting on your feet so you splay your bare hand flat against his chest plate

"Just for you, Riduur." You purr, balancing on your toes as you stretch up to bestow a chaste little kiss on his Ka'rta, the iron heart where his soul lays.

When he growls, the sound is warm but possessive, shivering through your exposed skin as his hand drops, curls suggestively against the roundness of your hip.

"I think I like you better out of armor" He rumbles, and your eyes dance as you stare up through his visor.

"I think I like you that way too"

The hand at your hip flexes, drags you closer to him so you're pressed flush against his form

"The come and take it off, Riduur."

Din Djarin

It hadn't been the color you originally hoped for, but the options in the Nevarro market had been sparse, so you had to make do

You frown in front of the mirror, fingering the white, delicate, lacy material of the chemise. It's too girlish, you think. Too...virginal. Maybe he'll think it looks silly

You yelp when he knocks on the door of the bathroom behind you, surprise ringing out before you can stop it. Worry instantly colors his voice when he calls out for you, and in your rush to reassure him you knock over a clatter of items from the sink

He opens the door before you an stop him, as you lean back and look up at him nervously

Din freezes, halfway inside, one hand still on the door control.

"What-" He tries, voice tight, strained. "What are you wearing?"

He doesn't like it, you think, and your chin falls to your chest

"I thought...I'd surprise you." You tell him lamely, and for a moment he doesn't move, doesn't breathe.

He moves forward at last, crowds you back into the sink, wedges a beskar clad thigh between yours, lifts your chin to his stare

"You look...really nice." Din manages at last, and for some reason your fearsome bounty hunter sounds shy.

"Really?" You mumble, and Din gives you a tight, quick nod as he swallows.

"Can you take it off?" He asks then. "I want to see you."

You shiver at that, at the clear indication in his voice, but retain enough wherewithal to pout at him.

"I literally just got it on." You whine, and something changes in Din's gaze at that, a subtle shift of his head so the lights of the room don't dance across his visor, darkening his stare. His body shifts, presses closer to you, cold radiating from his armor as his voice dips low in your ear.

"Take it off. Or I will."

(tagging @zwiiicnziiix)

#din djarin x reader #paz vizsla x reader #boba fett x reader #paz vizla x reader #This is so silly #I hope you enjoy

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writerlyhabits · 1 year

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Hello, may I request a one-shot of the Mandalorian x Reader who somehow gets frozen in Carbonite during a fight, then wakes up blind with the Carbonite sickness? I'm a sucker for that kind of hurt/comfort stuff :)

Listen, I lost my creative juices halfway through this, and didn’t get them back for quite a while… 😬 So I’m sorry that this has taken so long, or if it’s not really all that good, but I’m kind of happy to just throw it into the abyss and let you guys have it 😂😂

Thanks @deceiverofgodss for suffering through this with me, ily 💛

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: hurt/comfort 💛, carbonite sickness, temporary blindness, brief mention of canon-level violence, sweet loving soft amazing Din, the helmet comes off 👀, Grogu is heartbreakingly adorable, I think that’s it?

At first, all you could feel was cold. Biting and endless, you couldn’t decipher any other feeling than the all-consuming cold seeping from your bones.

Then there was a warmth… was it warm? It was certainly warmer than the hell you’d been in, that had to count for something. A firm grip held you close, cradling you into their chest as you laid sprawled against their lap on the ground. As the feeling in your body gradually came back – or maybe your brain was just starting to thaw out – you recognized the warmer surface that was pressed against you in so many places.

Beskar.

The next thing to hit you was the smell of leather and fire, a smell you were no stranger to. The smoke that rose off of weapons you handled in your day-to-day life, and the buttery smoothness of well-worn leather gloves that were smoothing over your cheeks, filling your nostrils with the familiar scent. Gloves you’d felt caress your skin countless times before.

It started quiet, the muffled sounds of the world around you. A deep voice was speaking, accompanied by soft footsteps making quiet clangs against the metal flooring beneath you. How many people were here? Where were you?

You felt your brows furrowing as you tried to focus on the sounds filtering through your ears, and you gave an experimental tilt of your head to see what kind of motion you could pull off. It was very slight, but it was movement. It was probably only noticeable to whoever was holding you if they were paying very close attention.

“Mesh’la? Can you hear me?” You made out, the voice above you laced with concern and panic.

Din.

You opened your eyes slowly to let whatever light beyond your eyelids filter in slowly, allowing your body to take the recovery process one step at a time.

But the light never came.

Maybe your eyes weren’t open?

“I told you she’d be alright, Djarin,” you heard in a thick accent from a few steps away. “She’s a fighter.” That gruff voice was Boba’s for sure, but you still had no way of confirming what you were hearing. Were your eyes just… adjusting?

“Make yourself useful and figure out how to get more light in here, she can’t see anything,” Fennec’s unmistakeable lilt snarked, and with an amused grunt fading away with matching footsteps, you knew she’d thrown her jab at Boba. Yes, more light. That’s all you needed, everything was going to be alright.

“Talk to me, how do you feel?” Din said above you, and you realized you hadn’t acknowledged him in your confusion. You made an effort to use your vocal cords, a few experimental groans coming out before you could manage any words.

“I feel… tired.” You heard a quiet, shaky laugh come out from under Din’s helmet, and it didn’t take much longer before you felt the familiar Beskar of his helmet on your forehead. You steadily lifted one of your arms to reach for him, your body still coming back to temperature, and he met you halfway. If your eyes weren’t already closed, they were now as you savored the feeling of his hand in yours, how irrationally warm it made you feel to have Din wrapped so tightly around you.

You heard Fett’s distant sound of triumph and a sputtering of electrical devices in the room around you. When Din slowly lifted his helmet, you attempted to open your eyes one more time.

“There she is,” Fennec sighed, and your stomach flipped. “How’s the light, is that a little bit better?” She asked gently.

You still couldn’t see anything.

“Mesh’la… what’s wrong?” Din’s voice was quiet, smooth. Like he was trying to keep himself calm in order to comfort you. “Hey, look at me, I’m right here.” Your heart jumped to your throat, your head beginning to spin when you thought about how impossible such a simple task sounded when all you could see was black.

“I… I can’t,” you whispered, unable to stop the quiver as you finished speaking, the panic starting to set in. You didn’t know where you were trying to go but your body went into overdrive, legs scrambling for some kind of leverage to sit yourself up. Before you could go far, Din’s hand squeezed yours a little tighter, the arm wrapped around you firm as he pulled you into a sitting position while keeping you curled up against his chest.

“You can’t what?” Din’s voice was too calm, it was unsettling. Usually knowing that he was able to keep his calm in a less-than-ideal situation would be comforting to you, encouraging you to do so yourself and realize that you were okay. But it had never been this bad before. He wasn’t going through what you were. It was easy for him to find his calm, he could still see.

“The bounty… what happened? What did he do to me?” You settled for, working yourself up as your brain reeled for an answer, an explanation, any morsel of a solution.

“Easy princess,” Boba said from across the room. “Take it one step at a time, comin’ outta Carbonite isn’t as easy as taking a clam from a Gungan.”

Carbonite… you could vaguely piece together a memory of fighting. Some slimy bounty you and Din had picked up as a side job on your way to Tatooine to visit with your friends in Mos Espa. What was supposed to be a standard grab-and-go mission had turned complicated fast.

“You held your own,” Din’s voice said above you, no doubt watching you try to remember. “He caught us by surprise and managed to kick you back into a carbonite freezer. There was no way you could’ve seen him coming.”

As he said it, the memories came back to you. Stalking around a dark warehouse beside your Mandalorian, lights scanning for any sign of movement. You’d heard a clang come from beside you, and before you could alert your partner that you were going to check it out, you’d been knocked against a metal container. You were able to process hissing sounds as your head stopped spinning, and as you shouted back out to Din, you watched him tearing to get to you before everything went cold.

“How… how long was I in there?” you tried quietly.

“A few hours at the most,” Fennec answered. “Mando reached out to us pretty quickly, and as Daimyo of Mos Espa, getting clearance wasn’t an issue. When we got there, Djarin was rooted to the spot next to you with a dead Trandoshan not too far off.”

“We thought it’d be best if we defrosted you here at the palace,” Boba chimed in. “Give you time to acclimate without rushing you outta there.” Then there was a familiar gurgle, small noises that went directly to your heart. “And give the little one a chance to run around.”

“But he’s been too worried about you to go anywhere,” Din reasoned softly. It was hard to tell if your eyes were still open, but you could feel the tears coming nonetheless at the thought of Grogu waiting patiently beside you.

“Can I..” You wanted to ask if you could see him, but that seemed like a redundant question. “Where is he?” You heard the hesitant thump of Boba’s boots against the metal floor as he approached you.

“Hold out your hands, mesh’la,” Din urged, releasing your hand while keeping you close. You did as he said, and before you could ask why, you felt a familiar weight being set in your arms.

There were little hands on your cheeks and Grogu’s familiar gurgle of attempted words that were usually matched with his little toothy grin… What little restraint you had was shattered, and you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, and start to roll down your cheeks where they collided with your foundling’s fingers. Din pulled you closer as you cried, and you curled into him with Grogu in tow.

“Why can’t I see, Din?” you whispered, and you heard how broken your voice sounded. It at least matched the way you felt; broken.

“Carbonite takes its toll,” Boba started, and you felt Din’s body make a small, quick movement. You could only guess that he’d snapped his head up at the daimyo’s dramatic choice of words. “I just mean that there are usually side effects… but I’ve seen people come outta carbonite after weeks and turn out just fine.”

“So… how long will it take me to get my vision back?” you choked, trying to put a stop to the stream of emotions that continued falling as you listened around you. Din’s leather-clad hands rubbing soothing patterns into your back was definitely helping on that front. “If I get it back.”

“Don’t say that,” your Mandalorian’s firm voice countered. “You weren’t in there long. Your body will recover.”

“He’s right,” Fennec piped up. Not being able to see where your party stood in the room was proving to be a strange sensation, figuring out where the speaker was in the room proving to be its own mental sport. “Unfortunately, there’s no way to tell when it will wear off. Carbonite affects everyone differently, so we could be waiting a few hours, a few days, a few weeks... It depends on how your body reacts.”

There was a heavy silence in the room as Fennec’s words settled, forcing you to come to terms with the reality of the situation, and how little you could plan around it.

Din, surprisingly, was the first to break the silence.

“I’ll be here by your side each step of the way,” he started, his serious tone reassuring, backing up the weight of his promise.

Unsurprisingly, Din kept his word.

In the days that followed, Din was with you every moment possible. He was there to help you up in the mornings, tender touches and slow movements in the private quarters your clan of three took up in the palace. His hands rarely left you as he helped you maneuver around the space, and had endless amounts of patience as you worked together to get through the day.

Grogu definitely took a little bit to adjust. He was used to you picking him up and smothering him in affection too many times throughout the day to count. Now you often felt him at your feet, making soft sounds as he asked for you to lift him up. But when he started to understand that you couldn’t see him, his response broke your heart.

Each morning Din would put Grogu in your arms, and without fail, those little hands would find your cheeks right before you would feel a strange sensation course through your body… He was trying to use his powers to heal you, much like you had seen him do with Din in the past. You wouldn’t let him do it for so long that he would tire himself out, but the two of you entertained his efforts – at the very least to make him feel better, but also to see if it would even work.

In staying by your side, Din took to showering with you, too. Trying to convince him you could handle it was followed immediately by fumbling with the soaps until they clattered to the floor, and Din was knocking on the fresher door in moments. It was kind of amusing, at first, when he would step in behind you and you could hear the clang of the water against his helmet.

Amidst the confusion and the disorientation of your lack of sight, the silver lining had been the day Din fully realized how much he could get away with when you couldn’t see him. Your entire relationship you kept your eyes shut tight – or left the room altogether – when Din removed his helmet, honoring his creed. But now he could go without it whenever he so chose… as long as it was in the confines of your room.

Waking up to his soft kisses had been a warm welcome, one that was met with his enthusiastic affection scattered across your face. “We should do this more often,” he sighed, making you laugh against him as he kissed your cheek, the scratch of his facial fair tickling your skin.

You grew accustomed to roaming your hands around his body so you could navigate to his soft curls, combing through his hair and massaging his scalp with your nails. You mapped the planes of his face with your lips, traced his pouted ones with your fingertips… and by the Maker, you were basking in the sound of his voice without the vocoder filtering it through his helmet. You could hear his smile when he spoke, could hear even the smallest huff of amusement his helmet usually kept from being audible, and his comforting tone wrapped you in a warmth you wanted to stay in forever.

…

“Mesh’la,” you heard as you slowly came into consciousness. You gave Din a sleepy smile as he peppered kisses over your cheeks, the scratch of his mustache tickling your skin. “Someone’s here to see you early this morning,” he whispered, and you felt his side of the bed shift as he sat up. You kept your eyes closed through the whole process, like you did every morning, wanting to soak up the softness of your little family for just a little bit longer before facing the disappointment of not being able to see anything.

In the last week, there was… some improvement. You knew you should be grateful for any steps forward your condition was taking, even if they were slim, but after the first few days, it just became exhausting. You could make out the vague shapes of the figures around you, and you could tell the difference between light and dark, but that was about it. Din had been ecstatic when you reached out for him that first morning, his excitement growing each time you turned towards him as he leaned in to give you a kiss.

You just wanted to see again.

When Din’s weight returned to the bed – your eyes still closed – he brought with him a familiar bundle that was set directly on your stomach. Grogu didn’t wait for your hands to find him before he was crawling clumsily up your body, and you shared in Din's laughter as you each gave him a hand to help him to his destination.

“Well good morning to you too, little one,” you smiled, pleasantly surprised by your foundling’s newfound eagerness to get started with the day. “You must be hungry if you’re wanting to get this over with so quickly.” There was only a babble in response as he situated himself on your chest, and you could just imagine him reaching his little hands out to make it to your cheeks without losing his balance.

Din grunted as he shifted, this time getting up off of the bed, no doubt to go tend to make Grogu something to eat before it got past the point of no return. And yet, when his little hands finally reached you, there was no urgency. With your eyes still closed, you focused closely on the feeling that began spreading through your body, breathing deeply when the familiar feeling of weightlessness his powers brought you relaxed your muscles.

The soft clanking of dishes from the living area of your room in the palace brought you back to the present, which meant that it was time to start moving through your day, and giving Grogu a chance to rest after using his powers once again. You opened your eyes as you sat up, hoisting Grogu up with you and returning the little smile that spread across his cheeks…

His smile. You could see it.

You could see.

“Hi baby,” you whispered, your throat suddenly feeling very constricted as you took in the sight of your foundling. His big, dark eyes bore into you as his ears perked up at the attention he hadn’t seen from you in so long. He gurgled happily as he used his grip on your cheeks to encourage you to lean forward, pressing his little forehead against yours.

You heard Din’s broken voice say your name, speaking softly as if he was scared to break whatever trance he was in. Without thinking, you lifted your head from Grogu’s and turned to look in his direction, and for a moment you couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Din stood frozen in place when he met your gaze, his warm brown eyes speaking a thousand words that would never pass his lips. His dark curls that you had felt so many times sat in a mess atop his head, matching the scruff and facial hair that decorated his golden skin. The prominent nose you had felt was more handsome than you could have ever imagined, the pouty pink lips you had traced time and time again as inviting as ever.

You had imagined this moment a thousand times, thought of every possible situation or turn of events that might ever lead to seeing your Mandalorian without his helmet. Your worst fear was that it would be an accident – like it was now – and that his expression turning into disappointment, anger, or something worse that would mean he wanted nothing more to do with you.

But the face looking back at you had nothing but anticipation and adoration written across his striking features.

“Mesh’la…” you whispered, trying the Mando’a endearment on your tongue. The corners of his lips began to turn up in a tentative smile, and the sight you had just gotten back started to blur with the water flooding your eyes. “Beautiful… Din, you’re beautiful,” you sobbed. The last thing you saw was Din rushing to your side, quick to wrap his arms around you and kiss the top of your head as you closed your eyes once more, letting the happy tears flow freely across your cheeks.

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sgt-morgan · 1 year

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

#din djarin au #din x reader #din djarin x ofc #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin x original character #din djarin smut #boba fett #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #boba Fett x reader x din Djarin #din Djarin x reader x boba Fett

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ceapa-mica · 8 months

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Me, if my favorite Mandalorian bounty hunter was hunting me down.

#Boba Fett #Din Djarin #The Mandalorian #The Book Of Boba Fett #TBOBF #Din Djarin x You #Boba Fett x You #Din Djarin x Reader #Boba Fett x Reader #Star Wars #Jango Fett #Jango Fett x You #SW

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rise-my-angel · 1 year

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Shadows of Mandalore

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader, Boba Fett x Female Reader

Length: 20k

Warnings: A/b/o (alpha beta omega dynamics), omega reader, not a poly relationship, angst/hurt comfort, mentions of past trauma, mentions of slavery, smut, oral (f and m recieving), p in v, anal play, anal sex, dirty talk via communicator, slight degradation, one mention of name calling during sex (consensual), m/m/f threesome, no m/m dynamics

Notes: Takes place during the span of episodes 5, 6, and 7 of The Book of Boba Fett.

Perhaps many years ago this vast expanse of darkness below would have been frightening. Now though, you came with the safety that those other then yourself had your back. The fade into what you couldn’t see reminded you of the vast crevasses you had been told to avoid as a child. The elders insisting you went nowhere near where the world split, but your father whispering promises of teaching you not just how to cross but to climb. Such lessons never happened, and so for a long, lonely time you continued to go nowhere near such deep falls.

By your side however, there was more than just the promises of your long forgotten father. The pair behind you kept far away enough to watch but not listen, but one of them no doubt would not only dive off to catch you but climb up in no time. Both would, but you felt Din’s eyes trained on your back at all times. Even if he was turned to speak to Paz, never once did he not have you somewhere in his sights. Both men watching respectfully, but gave the space and distance commanded by the woman beside you.

The Armourer sat next to you at the edge of the platform, having requested she speak to you and you alone before discussing thing’s further with those of her covert. Only somewhat taller then you, she still seemed to tower over you with bulk and authority. The fur around her shoulders and helmet designed like that of horns still intimidated you as much now as it did the first time. Sitting next to her, legs crossed as your heart beat a tinge faster, you wondered if her silence was because she sensed it.

“You were a slave before meeting Din Djarin were you not?” There had been hints of amusement and closeness when speaking to her kind, but the formality of a leader returning with you only adding to the strange worry that you still didn’t belong. You stared out into the darkness as you nodded. Not wanting her to pick up on your insecurity. “And yet you haven’t returned to Werda since being freed.”

It was either curiosity in her voice or a judgment, a tone you doubt even without the modulator you would be able to ascertain. Your only memory of the place now was of that night. The cracking split in the cliff side and ship so large it looked as if it was rising out of the caverns below, there was painful silence for just a moment until it boomed and lights flew from the ships interior until there was nothing left in your young understanding but fire and screams.

There was pain in being taken from your home, your family. But where Din’s loss ended in the arms of a people who formed the brave and valiant family in place to heal. You were ripped from a home you didn’t know much about, and tossed into the hands of others with a brand that you still felt the phantom burning of on your neck.

Omega’s were rare now. Uncommon in the galaxy, and once thought to be extinct amongst Mandalorians. From an isolated childhood to a life of slavery, finally thrusting into the vast world of the very people you heard so much about as a child. You didn’t know what confused you more. Your own presentation as an omega, or the strange fascination different Mandalorians seemed to have with such a presentation.

Din knew there was nothing left of what he called home if he were to travel back, but you didn’t know what was even left behind. Swallowing harshly, you kept your jaw set and forward. “My home, they were killed that night, or they moved on in fear. Either way I would have no way of knowing where to even find them. We didn’t stay in once place if there was trouble, but I don’t even know where home was when they took me.”

A silence passed between you before she found her voice again. “Keeping in small numbers while hiding to protect those small amounts. An interesting trait for those who claimed to stray far from The Way.”

Head turning to her slightly, you felt something reach within you as if trying to shield a truth that’s wanted to make itself known for a while now. Your unsure silence spoken as a prompt for her to continue. “Omegas exist outside of Mandalorians but it was with us that their numbers prospered. A presentation once treasured but whose numbers disappeared some time before the Great Purge. Whomever was left, all but perished along with our home world and for some time none of us knew where the remainder had been taken.”

A sinking feeling in your stomach felt like a powerful weight slamming into it. The shock and surprise of the pirates who stole you from your home, and the scramble to sell you to the highest bidder.

“Until an omega was rumoured to have shown up on the slave trade after Werda was invaded. A planet many of us thought to be abandoned along with much of The Mandalore System. Hiding our own kind in plain sight.”

Were you not sitting, hands already wrung together and hidden away in your lap, the shaking may have become painfully clear. Your jaw clenched tightly as the only tone coming from your mouth was that of a whisper. You knew the truth of history, yet the disbelief of stories told as a child fought strongly with that. “No, we went to the Mandalore system after you abandoned it, because you wouldn’t look where you left behind.”

A creak of distraught peeked into your voice, but neither it or your words offended her. “Who is more likely to be telling the truth, omega. If it is the stories told to you as a child, then you wouldn’t be here right now, would you?”

Of course it was a stretch, did you truly ever believe the opposite when since day one you had trusted Din and his people more than anyone in your life before. “You said Werda was hiding your own kind, you mean-”

“Mandalorians.” Her head turned slowly to yours, her voice as sure and as absolute as ever. “Or, those born to Mandalorians. Stashed away to keep their omega’s from the very kind of Mandalorians they deemed dangerous for simply putting faith in The Way.”

You thought of that, even now. The possible truth that the Elders of your home lied of the past and destroyed access to the outside world just to keep it that way. Even now as you walked through the hanger, your mind replayed her final words to you.

“You are bonded to him,” nodding to Din, “and we are not to disrespect the bond between mates but know this, omega. His transgressions are not yours. You need not swear the Creed to have a place amongst us. An omega born to Mandalorians such as us will always be welcome here should she choose so.”

Both you and Din had far too much on your minds to even know where to start with the other, and least of all to discuss out in the open as you both were stuck travelling. There were people everywhere, and the transport ship in sight was even less viable as an option.

Little had been said since leaving the covert, but Din kept you close. A hand on your lower back or keeping you more firm at his side than normal, the spiralling whirlwind of emotions no doubt his was picking up on but also for himself.

The Armourer had given you a place with their people in the same encounter she told Din, that he had lost his. There was a path to redemption, one that neither of you knew where quite to start but the road there would not be felt likely in his heart.

Paz spitting he was an apostate, while the Armourer forced herself to stand collected and provided a redemption, but it did very little to settle the fiery conflict the deceleration put within him. You had gently slipped your hand into his, fingers wrapping together, making sure that this not a loss of everything.

Din had turned to you, back to his people as he cupped your cheek with his other hand. Just like always, you met his eyes through the blackness of a visor and he found unwavering solidarity in your togetherness. He didn’t have nothing, there was still you. For now that would be enough to prevent his mind from falling apart in just another way.

You both felt the frustration too. All of your belongings now sat either on Din’s person or in the bag wrapped across your shoulders that once held the other piece of your hearts. No home, no child, and now, Din being casted out, an apostate despite the very reason for his sacrifice being for his foundling. A part of their Creed which was supposed to be the most important thing to protect.

He understood the gravity of what he did, and regardless of how you felt about the repercussions it was still important to him to fix. Something of his identity that through meeting Mandalorians of other kinds, still was part of who he was and wanted to be. You both would fix this, but it was hard to do that in your current situation.

Especially when that situation involved a droid falling it’s alarm that only tripped after you and Din crossed it’s path. Turning back it sat amongst a security luggage port, sticking out a key card telling you to remove your weapons.

Both of you turning in place to walk towards it, Din was already agitated let alone being yelled at by a machine. “I’m a Mandalorian, weapons are part of my religion.”

Coming up beside him, you could see eyes on the large man in full armour with worry as if they weren’t regularly surrounded with far more and far worse people who didn’t have the respect and restraint that Din has. “If you wish to discuss this with my supervisor, I will gladly book you on tomorrow’s flight.”

Sharing a glance between you, a fight with an even more frustrating droid and being stuck here overnight looked even less appealing. Snatching the card from it, Din opened the secure storage, turning to you with a hand outstretched.

The small blaster wasn’t exactly the best, nor was Din really even happy that you needed one but without the Razor Crest it was a compromise. Tossing it in, he already begun moving onto his arsenal. You remembered the first time you saw the extent of weaponry he kept on his person, yet now you could almost predict what he’d reach for next without looking. Putting it all back though, was going to be a much bigger annoyance then taking it off.

Stepping to his side, Din pulled out the Darksaber. Looking completely unremarkable in it’s deactivated state, but one of the only things that connected you both to that day Grogu left. Sparing a look at the other, you raised your eyebrows with a little tilt of your head in hesitancy.

Din didn’t have a choice, but it certainly felt odd putting a weapon of such apparent importance into a security luggage some droid was going to toss into the cargo. Pulling the card out, Din pointed at the little droid. “I know everything that’s in there.”

“Proceed.”

You didn’t know why, but the light hearted tone of it’s response to a threat, made you smile. An act that had Din looking at you curiously, but in an impossible to determine way. His hand returned to your lower back as you entered the transport making your way to whatever seats they booked you in.

Gesturing you to go in first, you took the bag off your shoulders, letting it hang off the edge of the armrest next to the wall. Eyes shutting with a huff, you let your head rest back for just a moment as you felt Din move in next to you.

It was those quiet times in the cockpit of the Razor Crest that you and Din felt the most connected. A long way to travel with the peace of just the two of you interspersed with a baby wanting in on the affection. Many times Grogu would end up on Din’s lap, venture over to yours for a while and then back to Din when he wanted to sleep.

It was those moment’s you felt that bond the Armourer spoke of. Technically you and Din weren’t mated, but your souls reached for one another in instinct at all times and kept any from stealing you away. It was more quiet now though. An unspoken you always felt.

Din able to retain his alpha, knowing it would calm whatever senses your omega had the potential of putting off to much. Feeling his gaze, you opened your eyes to turn and look up at the man already watching you before a child turned in the seat in front of you.

Curious gaze looking at Din in the same childlike wonder Grogu would often do. The little wave he did and the nod Din gave the kid back pulled too much at your heart. The kid looking nothing like yours but the feeling persisted of how much he was missed.

It must have gotten stronger, because you suddenly felt a wave of calm splashing onto you from Din as he brushed your knuckle with a few fingers to catch you, voice little more then a whisper. “Cyra’ika,” You must have made Din feel more distressed then you were actively realizing. His touch moving then to brush against your cheek as he leaned in. Forehead not quite touching yours, “How long has it been since you’ve slept.”

Eyes drooping a slight as you leaned into his hands touch. “Since before the bounty?”

Smirking at how instantly Din sighed, you shrugged one shoulder. Neither of you slept well since the light cruiser. “I’m not even going to bother pointing out how many days ago that was.” Sliding his touch to under your chin, pushing you to look up at him. “You should try while we’re on here. It’ll be a bit before we get to Tatooine.”

Narrowing your eyes you grasped his hand, pulling from your chin to keep in your lap. “What about you?”

His chuckle was light enough that no one but you could have picked it up, making you pout a tad as he pulled away from your lap to slide it up behind your neck. Firmly yet soothingly holding you close to him. “I will, I promise.”

His hand pulling you to rest gently on his shoulder, knowing that you liked the coolness of the beskar on your skin lately. You had been running hotter the past few weeks, and with little chances to lay together and surround yourself with Din’s even warmer body heat, you took advantage of the beskar’s temperature.

Din waited until you were asleep to pull out the wrapped cloth. The shirt forged from the spear he used to rescue Grogu. A fitting transference if you asked him. If he squinted, Din could almost see the shape of his head and large ears in the wrappings, but it also certainly was just the loneliness without him pulling at his heart.

You had each other, but missing Grogu was something else entirely and it left a painful void. He tried to keep the subject from you, Grogu was his and their clan was made just with the two of them, but you were just as important to it. An honorary member turning it to a clan of three that you insisted wasn’t true. You always wanted to keep a distance. Fearing your attachment would come across as trying to invade on their space despite how much both parties wanted you too.

Your distress at his leaving was more evident, everything you felt lately was more intense. Screaming to the surrounding people that you were omega in distress and Din put forth everything in his power to keep you calm and safe in his arms. Even the rising level of your body heat was concerning to Din. He knew you tried to hide it, but he scanned and checked your vitals through his visor more then you knew, even before you joined him.

Finding himself scanning you to ensure you were alright and safe between visits to Navarro. It was there he noticed your former slavers brand was red inflamed. You had been working on removing it, but it was leaving a new scar on your neck at how viciously you scrubbed it away.

He bought bacta specifically for it, telling you to use it before bed and not to touch your fading brand until it was healed entirely. He protected you just like that now, even if it meant keeping both of your pains quiet. The first night you two were together was after Grogu had left, and the feeling off ripped away loss send you hurling towards a stress induced heat.

Your presentation had never quite gone back down after your heat ended. Like you were stuck on the verge of another, but kept rooted to the ground by Din’s soothing presence and the command of his alpha. He hoped seeing Grogu would be good for you, even if it would still mean leaving him once more.

You didn’t allow yourself a goodbye. Turning your gaze away to leave the moment to them alone, and from the distance he felt more torn apart inside at how raging your omega screamed. Letting what you subconsciously saw as your own kid, just be taken away after everything to rescue him.

Maybe that’s why Din was handling it just the slightest bit better, he felt Grogu’s gentle touch on his cheek and their eyes on each other until they were no longer together. You didn’t let yourself have that, and if Din wasn’t also fighting this internal struggle of what his people now saw him as? This would be easier for you to handle, but the two of you had too much stolen from you and what to show for it?

No home, no child, just a weapon that held a responsibility Din had no interest in. Tatooine wasn’t a great place, but maybe enough familiar faces to ease both your pains for even a little while.

Leaving the artificial light of the transport into the blistering suns masked by nothing but the sand below had you squinting walking off the ramp. Throwing the bag back over your shoulder you remembered the last time you were actually on this planet.

For the first time since you begun travelling with them, it was the first time anyone outside of Din had given you any kind of flirtatious attention that wasn’t dripping with a creepiness. Cobb Vanth was more chatty then you were used too, and honestly? Having a man smile charmingly at you like that almost felt as unusual as it did somewhat flustering.

Sitting around a fire, Grogu had been happily plopped down between Din’s feet to sit closer to the fire occasionally climbing gently over his boot to glance over at you, only to find you looking right back. A little game between you and him, who caught who staring first and who would be the first to look away.

One of the Tuskens had made a rather loud noise to another, breaking Grogu’s concentration and giving ample opportunity for the Marshall to whisper yours over onto him. “You know, I was wondering if I could see the resemblance, but some kids just take more after their father’s don’t they?”

A hint of a smirk formed as you turned yourself to look at him properly, your voice an inch lower. “Or maybe all those years in the sun just means you don’t see too good.” He chuckled, but it wasn’t as deep and warm as Din’s, though it was odd you’d compare.

He was quiet for a moment, watching you sip the odd liquid the Tuskens had given you all and it also didn’t feel as nice when Din quietly watched you. Though, you figured it at the least was better then the annoying feeling when it was Calican watched you. Acting as if cocky spunk would endear you to him. “The kid’s his. That much is obvious, now you got me wondering where you fit into all this exactly.”

Cobb had meant it as a genuine question. A Mandalorian shows up demanding the return of the Marshall’s bought armour, has a very small baby in toe with big ears and curious wide eyes, and you by his side. Not a bounty hunter, nor a Mandalorian, and what Cobb knew all to well was the faded mark of a slave brand on your neck healed out to almost nothing. He was interested in this strange trio that walked into his town and rallied the what he normally felt was a group of dangerous creatures together for a common goal.

To you? It felt much like then Xi’an asked you the same thing. Only she meant it with malice. A judgment upon your person that even worse, was extended to the kid. A kid that they sent their bug droid to kill just for being associated with Din. She was the first one who made you question if you belonged with these two.

Cobb didn’t mean it that way, but you felt it. And surprisingly, so did the kid in question. Grogu at some point had found himself up on Din’s lap. Little hand reaching over to you with a grumble as if upset you were too far away. The man beside you chuckled more, “Just like me as a boy, could never go too long without his mama’s attention.”

Your heart lept at the word, but quickly Din had scooted over to get your side pressed up against his. Grogu crawling half into your lap before falling over and letting out a half purr half grumble. Din’s voice was in your ear this time, and the warmth filling your veins brought calm to your memory once more. “I’d suggest you hold him a while, but I have a feeling he’d just get upset all over again.”

Hand reaching down to trail softly over his ear, you smiled. Not that you could sense it quite yet, but Din smiled at the sight just as brightly. “Maybe we spoil him too much.”

A gloved hand reached down to grasp at Grogu’s little hand, baby fingers wrapping around one of his while the remainder covered it entirely in the leather. “Spoiling was when you spent the last of your earnings on that plush instead of that drink you enjoyed.” Din had geared you towards a specific vendor one day, hoping you’d catch the sight of the man selling this strange dark blue drink you loved only to stop at Grogu cooing.

You had turned to look at him, sat happily in the bag Din kept on him and his big eyes trained on a brown frog plush, a bit on the rough side and just short of his own height. Naturally, you folded instantly.

Now though, it was just one of the very little items you had left. Din kept the metal ball on him, and you kept the plush frog in the bag once for Grogu himself. The droid at the security station was in far worse condition. Paint chipping and it’s voice box stuttering and movements lanky. It didn’t feel as welcoming as the memory you sank into just seconds before.

Headed towards the main part of town, thing’s didn’t appear to be in quite as working order as you expected. Nothing was occurring, but there was a quiet unsure feeling among the people like waiting for violence. Din, naturally, kept you pressed almost right as his side until Peli’s hanger approached.

“Where’s your unlikely companion?” As instant as you froze up in place, Din’s alpha reached out to tame the rising flames before they could spark more. The way he could command your presentation without speaking were it from anyone else, would be alarming.

“I returned him to his own kind.”

Peli’s response though, almost cracked something akin to a smirk. “Why the hell would you do that? I could have good money off that thing.”

Pushing past the dryness in your throat, you turned your head to her. “Pretty sure keeping a baby for just a petting zoo is illegal.” Her head turned to look over at you, the little glint in your eye much easier to read then the stillness of the Mandalorian few were used too.

Shaking her head with an amused smirk of her own, “It’s not illegal. Just morally dubious. Besides, those big bright eyes would have made me a killing.”

Approaching something covered in a sheet in her hanger, you and Din paused to glance at one another hesitantly. You weren’t a ship expert but something tells you she had a completely different plan then what she called you both for. “Ready to have your mind blown?”

Well, that wasn’t really the word. More confused, at least Din was more straight forward. “Where’s the Razor Crest?”

“I never said I had a Razor Crest, I said I had a replacement for the Razor Crest.” The more you looked at it, the more interested you became. The general design looked familiar but not in a way you would have seen out in the open space.

The two of them went back and forth for a bit, Din saying “This is a pile of junk.” and Peli trying to sweeten the deal with promises of modification and big game about it being a Starfighter used by some Naboo Queen. Pacing around it, you think you may have read a book with something like this in it.

Early on, you had started reading up on ships and internal ship mechanics trying to prove yourself useful to Din beyond just watching Grogu. Starfighter’s were in that text somewhere that pinged at your vauge memory. Something you actually know about in a way that’s helpful, finally.

“I’m telling you Mando, you gotta believe me. This is a classic.”

While she had inadvertently knocked a panel right off it’s loose hold, you turned to Din from where you stood by one of it’s engine thrusters. “What if we fix it first?” His head tilting, you started gesturing around it. “I mean, we’ll need to fish around for parts, but it doesn’t look salvaged, more like it’s just been stripped.”

You felt a shiver at his silence, glancing around before backtracking. “Just, I mean it’s not what we wanted, but if we can get it to work,”

Peli’s high pitched voice yelled out as she pointed to you, “That’s when, not if, missy.”

Smirking slightly, you raised your hand sin defence. “When we get it to work,” You moved back closer to Din a little unnerved at his silence. “You get to keep all your weapons on you in a Starfighter at least.”

Could you see under his helmet, you’d see the amused yet done look on his face. Peli, a scrappy friend who was the hardest person outside his clan to say no too. Then there was your hopeful look, and an understanding that you had perked up at the idea of working on the ship for the first time in weeks.

It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was a temporary one that seemed to brighten your face. Glancing up at it, then down to you, your eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in hope. “Fixed up it’ll sell for more then we paid.”

Peli had a protest to it, but the excitement in your eyes was just the right amount for Din. Hanging your bag up on the wall, you grabbed a pair of gloves and all three of you had some work to do. Peli disappeared to start on looking for certain parts, leaving you and Din in the peaceful quiet.

Seamlessly working back and forth, interspersed with the goofy little droids that astounded you that they knew how to do anything. But they made you smile sometimes, and hey, five times out of ten, they passed you the right tool. You didn’t even know where to start on the Jawa’s, or more accurately, whatever strange arrangement she had with them.

You were behind the ship, hands deep in one of the still stripped open panels with half the wiring either missing entirely, or hooked up wrong. “I dated a Jawa once.” Your head flying up, the dead silence Din gave her contrasting Peli not even considering the oddity of what she just said. An R5 unit passing by you, bleeping and shaking from the scavengers still hovering the area.

Side eyeing it, you just shook your head muttering, “Trust me, buddy. Getting stripped for parts is the least of your worries out there.” Turning away it bumped into you slightly by accident, jostling you forward as one of the open wires sparked. Zapping at your fingertips, one hand gloveless just to have fit your hand through. Pulling back with a quiet hiss, you shook your hand and sat back on your knees.

Pressing the heel of your palm into your forehead, the warmth came now from beside you not just within you. Peeking to the side, Din kneeled by your side, his hand outstretched towards you. “Here, let me see.” Handing him the tool but he didn’t take it, just looked at you. “Not that, cyra’ika. Your hand.”

Dropping it, you hesitated for just a moment ultimately knowing Din would just yank it towards him if you refused. Palm up, he traced your fingers up and tickling the soft sensation. You shrugged not yet brave enough to look at him. “Just a zap, it’s fine.” No words, he looked you over until the image of just dirt and small, older scrapes covered it. But he didn’t give it back. Sparing a look around the room, Peli was no where. “Din.”

He himself sighed, shoulders dropping in exhaust that had you yearning for the privacy to help wring tension out of. “Sorry, I know. I just-”

What he expected out of you was not what you had either. “Maybe you should go without me.”

Helmet snapping up to you, a surge of paralyzing disbelief rushed forth into you. Trying to slip your hand back, Din in fact, yanked you right back into his touch. His heart pumping silence demanding an elaboration.

Stammering you felt far less confident in this idea then you had when it arrived as a fleeting thought. “I just mean, this means a lot to you two and I wasn’t even there from the beginning,” Din said your name in warning, and pulled you further into him just as you unconsciously fidgeted too far from his comfort. “I just shouldn’t-”

Peli’s voice rang out higher then both of yours could possibly dream of combined. “I don’t know why you’re always in such a hurry. Build me a ship, fix my blaster holes.”

Her interruption granting just enough surprise from Din to slip out of his grasp, pushing up from your thighs and walking around the ship the long way from him. “Find us a ship is different then build me one, Peli. Besides we’re the ones doing all the work.” Gesturing to the slowly standing Din.

Waving her hand at you, “All the work? Trust me, dealing with a bunch of eager Jawa’s always asking me out is hard work, believe me.” The funny thing about Peli is either she didn’t see your narrowed brows as you stared confused at her because it didn’t matter, or she did and ignored it. “You’d know what I’m talking about if you didn’t have a human sized massiff glaring down your potential suitors.”

Voice flat as ever, one hand on his hip Din just stared Peli down until she threw her hands up in bemused defeat. Not before mockingly covering her mouth and leaning into you, “All alpha’s this protective or just the Mando variety?”

There was a joke somewhere deep within you, but it was hard to get out at Din’s stare. It wasn’t something you came too lightly, but more and more you couldn’t help but feel this pull of failure that permeated every conversation or thought of Grogu. Not that you’d say it, but you somehow felt like a disworthy omega. Not even given herself the chance to say goodbye to her child and now lacking the ability to comfort the loneliness and dark pain creeping into her mate.

Or supposed mate, in this case. Kicking nothing at your feet, it became too hard to face that reality the closer the ship was to finished. That was the plan, see Grogu once the ship is acquired but maybe you didn’t deserve it. Grogu was Din’s, his foundling. Not yours. Just a tag along that accidentally fit a nice role of doting omega that now wandered the galaxy lost and without use.

Tension between you and Din was palpable. His eyes on you at all times the second they were anywhere but the ship. Yours, never met his back. Even through the visor, you found his his eyes perfectly every time. Even his covert making mention of the ease in which you spoke to them like the helmet was just who they were like your face was.

By the time the Jawa's returned, you had been crouched by a panel away from the door. Knowing both by the quick scramble of small feet and R5 shaking like the least brave droid in existence. Catching it’s attention, you inhaled and exhaled with dramatic movements. But the droid just beeped more.

Never met a droid that was such a baby before.

Din’s voice rang out through the hanger. “Where did they get a cryogenic density combustion booster?”

“Do you really wanna know?”

Sounded like a fair question, neither you or Din had found the Jawa’s holding a favourable track record of being in the ownership of things belonging to him, or Fett for that matter. A thought that sparked in your head and begun plotting itself out..

“They said they crawled under a Pyke spice runner and crimped it off while they were refueling. Gutsy little fellas.” Hands pausing mid movement, you turned your head just enough to hear her the slightest bit clearer. “Let me tell you something, Pykes do not mess around. Ever since they've been moving spice through the system, everything's gone to hell. Everyone's afraid of 'em and law enforcement won't even go near 'em.”

Eyes glazing over, you bit part of your bottom lip as you lost yourself in wonder. Things around here looked calm, but that might be in part of fear of what may come through. You’d had enough encounters both with their kind, and that of spice runners in general. Their work and cooperation with the slavers trade were synonymous with one another. Many people you had seen sold off in favour of high quality cut, but not you it seemed. No spice was worth selling an omega until an even greedier profiteer came along with a heftier offer.

Gears turned, but perhaps ones which wouldn’t make Din very happy. What did though, was how gorgeously fast the Starfighter was. You watching from a view point separate from her hanger, the machine flying through the sky with impressive skill. Peli leaving the field test over to you, saying something about cleaning up after them, either her droids or the Jawa’s who knows.

He unbeknownst to you, could hear the joy in your tone along with the smirk on your face more akin to proud them smug. “How’s the handling?”

“A little bumpy,” the slight echos of control switches flipping on his end, “let me open her up.”

The speed catching attention of those on the street’s below, you felt something shiver down your spine without recognizing it. Nor that your tone felt much raspier to his deeper one. “Controls are more sensitive then a Razor Crest, going to have to ease me into this one.”

It didn’t translate through both the communicator, or the modulator on his helmet but there was a shift in his seat and a grunt along with a more boiling point of his blood before he spoke. “I’ll be gentle. Don’t you worry mesh’la.”

Face flushing, he called for you again. “Talk to me, sweet girl tell me how I’m doing.”

If he was doing this on purpose that was unfair. You squirmed in your seat along with a tightness in your chest that felt more thrilling than was appropriate for being alone in a friends control bay. Swallowing your tone down, you shook your head. “Manoeuvrability looks good, take it through Beggar’s Canyon so I can see the navigational stats.”

Still learning how to read navigational equipment outside of the Razor Crest, you squinted as you watched it coming through, putting together the pieces in your head. “That’s better, you look good out there.”

“Says the pretty girl giving me orders.” The deepness he spoke in was intentional, it had to be. There was a silence in your bones as he chuckled. The communicator making it feel deep in your chest. “There we go, nice and tight.”

You barley registered what he was actually doing on the Starfighter, the communicator holding tight in your grip. “What’s an omega got to do to get an alpha to talk to her that way?”

Oh Din could dish it, but he could not handle hearing it back right in his ear like that. He groaned shamelessly, coming at you like a warning. “Mesh’la..”

Pushing up from the chair, you braced a palm on an empty space of the control board, far too warm for your own good. “No, please I understand. She’s sleek and gorgeous, I’ll give you space.” Din muttered something in Mando’a that you didn’t know. “I’ll meet you back down there, okay? Treat her gentle.” A quick glance back up to where nothing was visible anymore, you sighed out clicking it off.

The trek down to the outside wiping away the fluster in your heart, glad this was working out at least in the meantime. Looking around you saw the hanger closed up oddly enough. Hopping down the final step, you closed the door behind you looking over at the woman with her hands on her hips looking up much like you had chasing a ship too fast to spot.

“Peli?”

You jumped back as she did, her hand on her heart as she walked over to you. “Maker, you think that man gets himself into enough trouble, now he’s got people stopping by here looking for him.” A breathless rant you stepped closer to her, hands up almost trying to bring the manic down a tinge.

“I was gone for less than ten minutes, what happened?” Watching her shake her head, she dramatically inhaled and let it all back out before nodding to the closed doors.

“Someone came looking for him, both of you. No idea how they knew either of you were in my business but I locked ‘em up in the hanger. Figured Mando’s more equipped for that than you or me.”

Glancing over, you watched the closed doors for a moment with narrowed eyes until you heard the sleek sounds of the Starfighter back in atmosphere. You and Peli backing up to give him space, it landed like nothing. Peeking inside, Din made it look easy enough but you had a distinct feeling getting used to this one wouldn’t be as easy as before.

The Razor Crest was a gunship, but more forgiving to pilot. Peli meeting him with amusement in her own voice. “How was it?”

Din glanced at the pair of you, making Peli cheer to herself as you grinned. “Wizard.” He climbed out of the seat as you walked over, leaning on the side to look over days worth of work. His tall frame loomed over you, were he not in public you’d have felt his hand tilt your chin up to look at him. Instead he stood as close as he could get away with, a strong scent of his inner alpha radiating your senses.

Your eyes a little dumbfounded at how strong he smelt and how small it made you feel, in a way you wanted more of. “I know it’s not what we wanted, but it’s something, right?” Before he could respond, Peli came back over.

“Oh, someone claiming to be a friend of you two dropped by.” Holding her hands out, she switched her tone. “Don't worry. I told her I didn't know where you were. Then I locked her in and engaged the hangar security system.”

“She tell you her name?”

Before anyone said another word, they did for you. “Fennec Shand.” Spinning around, you saw her sitting up on a tricky hanger ledge with a smirk. Hopping down each one, you felt a real grin forming as you and Din met her halfway. “By any chance you looking for work? The pay is good.”

You could feel even just still beside him, Din’s hovering presence the second anything switched to business. Especially lately. “What’s the bounty?” Being tossed the pay, neither of you even glanced at it’s contents.

Fennec shook her head, “No bounty, we need muscle.”

Now the dots made sense. The Pykes, the strange aura of the city streets. Boba Fett challenged the leadership in a different kind of way, no doubt such a name and conquered title would set forth an a new challenger to test it. “Fett’s after the Pykes?”

Her sharp gaze nodding at you, “Encroaching on his territory. He sure would appreciate it.”

Neither you or Din had to even look at one another to feel your answers. It wasn’t often Din was shown fair and unselfish loyalty and neither he or Fennec needed to help you when going after Moff Gideon. But they did, and you felt that connecting chain tighten in agreement between you and Din. Tossing the pay back, he was absolute. “Tell him it’s on the house. But first,”

If he felt that strength of understanding between you go slack, he said nothing until the three of you parted ways. The walk back to the hanger where your stuff hung was painfully quiet and he didn’t deserve this strange silence over something he likely wanted you to look forward too.

But if Din was straight forward with you, so would you be in return. “Din, I’m not going.”

He stopped right in his step, turning back to you almost as fast as the very ship you watched sail in the sky. His tall frame hiding the brightness of the sun but leaving your shadows feeling intimidated. “Oh I hear you the first time. What the hell do you mean you’re not going?”

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came from it as people passed by in the area. Din noting the same, pulled you to the side of the building all but crowding you against it. Trying to pull himself down, his tone turned sweet but you were faster to get it all out. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go with you. To see Grogu.” Your throat closed up, and your hands trembled at your sides.

Din slightly leaned back, his voice in quiet disbelief. “Mesh’la why would you-”

Crossing your arms across your chest you shook your head. Sinking in on yourself as the wall served as something of a backrest. “He’s your foundling. Not- not mine. You were the one he said goodbye to, I just don’t think I should be there. It’s..between you two.”

No longer caring of the sight, Din finally captured your chin in his fingers. “Why would you think that?”

Truthfully you didn’t quite know. Something inside your chest clawed at you and it bled into your lungs until the air felt too strained to breathe. Your arms hung uselessly at your side wishing that you could just hide in his chest like you could before. “I- The Armourer called you a clan of two. Not three. And I guess...I just think there are things you two should do just with each other, without me tagging along.”

His head leaned into yours, voice tighter then normal as his grip did the same. “You are not just tagging along. You belong with me. With us, you’re apart of our clan.”

But were you? That first night, those first few days once Grogu was gone. You and Din spent that time together and isolated, your heat had sped into you full force and it’s strength sent his own rut slipping over the edge. So much of those few days you spent in the others bare arms. Blindfolded you felt every touch of his lips, the hot air from his breathe as you freely raked through the lush hair and scratching ones on his face.

Then the days were over, and the reality of having no home and no child felt painful. You clung to the other like never before, and it had been weeks of almost never leaving the other’s side. Perhaps a number of hours for Din to nab a bounty, but that’s it. It was just the darkness and wandering pain of you both unable to find the lives you lost and just maybe you only had that bond because he lost his other.

You weren’t even mated. You were just an omega who followed him around the galaxy, it was Grogu, his very foundling that was the love of his life. A truth you never questioned but maybe it was a role that you shouldn’t intrude on. Maybe your place was just this. An outlet for an alpha who was desperate to not lose everything. So you were a body to keep safe.

You wanted to shake, cry, plead your sorrows, but none came. Just a far off stare, watering in your eyes that were his helmet reflective you’d be forced to stare back at yourself and not the blackness. “You’re a Mandalorian, and he’s your foundling. Just because I’m an omega doesn’t mean I’m one of you.”

Hands drifting up you traced over the Mudhorn on his shoulder. That’s where their clan was created, it wasn’t the day he went back for him on Navarro and took on a stray. “It doesn’t feel right.”

Capturing your hand in his, Din stared intently struggling to find any kind of word, and even worse, unable to reach your omega. You pushed him out, just to keep him from convincing you. Something you hadn’t done in a long time. “He’ll want to see you.”

Shrugging, you faked what was likely a not very well executed expression of casualness. “He misses you more then me. He always does.”

For a moment the both of you just stood in the streets of Mos Eisley, your hand caught in his as you stared the other down until Din broke. Leaning further, he closed the gap. Pulling you in by the back of your neck and resting your forehead against his. A shaky exhale just audible through his modulator and your own shaky one not helped as he held your connected hands over his chest plate to his heart. “This conversation isn’t over, mesh’la.”

Nodding together, you basked in his warmth as much as you could, trying to steel the spiralling inside of you that screamed of failure. Finally nudging him lightly, you smiled up at him. “Go give the kid his shirt, you went through enough as it is to get it forged.”

Just another list of things you and Din would have to figure out at some point. His covert. It took more then another few minutes to convince Din to leave without you. Everything deep within being an alpha saying leaving you behind like this was a bad idea. Even if you’d be perfectly safe, he refused to accept that this was you feeling perfectly normal.

Finally returning to the Starfighter, you wrapped the bag around your shoulders once again. “You contact me if anything goes wrong.” Stopping you in place Din tilted your head up again. “I mean it, Cyra’ika. If the Pykes are as big of a problem as Peli said, I don’t want you wandering the streets alone when I’m not here.”

Nodding, you secured the communicator on you visible for him to see. “It’ll be fine, Din. You’ve taught me well.”

Shoulders dropping, he sighed deeply. Something muttered in Mando’a you couldn’t translate leaving his mouth as only a sliver of his alpha was allowed to seek out your comfort. His gloved hand stroked the side of your cheek before turning to hop into the pilot’s seat. Stepping back he called you before closing the top. “Tell Fett to behave himself around you until I get back.”

Your head jolted back for a second, confused, “What?”

If there was a smirk on his face, you heard it loud and clear. “Just until I get back, Cyra’ika.” There was little fanfare watching him take off, mostly because the Starfighter just moved at astounding speeds. It would be interesting to see what she’ll feel like with the new hyper drive.

Tucking everything against your chest securely, you took more than a few minutes getting yourself confident enough to make the trip there. A combination of the last time you were there, it was still the days a brand sat plastered on your neck with the world muted heavily on suppressants. Also, it was the first time on a speeder bike in the drivers seat, without Din also there hands on your waist and gentle words encouraging you.

But you were under Din’s instructions, and in terms of his protectiveness towards you, his rules were followed and you trusted them whole heartedly. So your insecurity had to be shoved down for at least a number of hours.

At least there was significantly less risk going by yourself to what was formerly known as Jabba’s Palace this time around, all on your own. The sands of Tatooine were bright and lifeless, not much to watch your back in the kind of way ones may have in the past.

Sat high on a ragged cliff were the highest of the towers stemming up from the hidden depths of the building below. The main entrance was just as foreboding as memory told, large and fortified to the degree you wondered if it was built such a way for posturing rather than practicality.

Wincing as you climbed off the bike, you yanked off the old dusted helmet tossing it onto the seat as you walked up. Unsure where to even place your eyes, you debated heading around the long way for where you knew a hanger was. Just as your feet turned in place, a metal slot opened shooting out an extended arm with a circular eye glowing red at the end.

Looking you up and down, the gatekeeper droid seemed to be scanning for weapons. Slowly, you let it watch your hand reach for the blaster at your side, holding it up by the ends away from the trigger as it considered you for a moment. Telling it your name you kept your other hand up for the droid to keep it’s eye on. “I’m here to see Boba Fett. I have business with him and Fennec Shand.”

In an instant, the droid flew back inside and the slot slammed shut leaving you in the bright sand. A second passed as you considered what to do, when the large doors slowly rose open. Just high enough for you to walk safely under there was a Gamorrean there watching you. Jumping back you were about to bend to put the blaster down, when he barked something at you and gestured you down the vast empty corridor.

Raising your eyebrows, you slowly brought the blaster towards your side watching the guard do nothing to stop you. Either you were already deemed welcome, or just looking at you the guard could tell you weren’t any kind of a threat to anyone inside here.

Sheathing it, you slowly begun walking down the hall as the dim light faded along with the door lowering closed once more. The corridor itself was large, so much so that even a crowd of Hutt’s could fit themselves in no problem. Your boots barley making a sound as you walked through, trying to recall through the fog.

Following in a line should lead you to twist that narrowed down to a stairwell surrounded by blocking rocks carved around them. The activity was silent and not bustling with life as was the time you had been here. Dragged through the crowds with a chain around your wrist to keep your slaver from losing you to the wandering eyes. Not that you noticed.

Many of your slave owners in that time kept you completely dosed. Sensing that your presentation would stir up whatever alpha’s were in the vicinity they kept you on heat suppressants for years to keep them from ever happening, which in turn, helped keep your scent dulled to that of a mild sweet scent that only the most keen of alphas may not have been able to pick up on.

The blockers were the worst though. You couldn’t get distracted either, any incidents and you might become damaged property and what good is an omega to sell if she isn’t in pure condition. So you were muted from the world as it was to you. A dreary and fog filled mind that made the beings around you barley feel like human. The effects were worse depending on who was giving them to you, and being dragged to Jabba’s palace, you were effectively a walking sedation.

The unaware confusion and bumps were replaced with the clarity that there was little but silence until you reached the turn leading to the main room. Slowly what sounded like faint talking, rose up to defiance and yelling. Pressing yourself against the wall, your heart sped up in your chest. The one voice was enraged, but the other was deep and scarring with absolutes. “Whatever arrangement you had with Fortuna, ended with him.”

You could hear Boba Fett further in the room, just enough solace to have you slink a number of steps along the wall before your toes reached the top of the steps. “I made a deal with Jabba, not him. But at least he had the honour to uphold that deal unlike you.”

Peeking around the wall, you could see not much except for the shadow of a tall, lean figure that even in posture was clearly irate. Fett through his modulator was without question, the power and deepness rippled through your veins in a way only one other had done so. His voice speaking to whomever was there. “If I were anything like my predecessors, you would have been in the stomach of a rancor already for this disrespect. If you want to be treated with the same respect, earn it. Otherwise you stay at the bottom like all the others who’ve tried me.”

Biting your lip in surprise, the other party begun taking the steps up. Slowly the red tinted scales matched the steam he no doubt wished was coming out of his ears. Kneeling down, you could see with each word he was being told, the snarl on his twisting face morphed. Hand at his own side twitching until he made it only a third of the way up.

Body stopping in place, he turned back to the main room, hand now touching the blaster at his side. A silent exhale through your nose, you very slowly took your feet down. Back pressed against the wall and each foot step slow as you matched the position towards your own weapon as your heart pounded out of your chest.

The slimy rage coated your ears unpleasantly as you came close behind him. “Maybe this little war of yours will teach you what happens when you turn your back on your allies, Fett.” You barley felt your lungs even work, pulling your blaster out the same painfully slow speed that he was. Your eyes wide and hands trying not to shake, you took one final step behind his back. “Or I could just do it for them.”

His hand rose up, blaster ready to fire until you rung the shot out firstt. The force jolting you back slightly, but there now was a burning hole in the Elomin’s chest. Blaster dropping from his hand to the ground, you lowered your aim. Coming up behind him, you breathed deeply before rising your boot up to kick him over out of your way.

Him slumping over to the ground, you took the final steps down before kicking the blaster away from his still hand. Stepping over his feet, you looked up as you put your own back to see the throne room empty save for the one figure.

Standing partway up the steps, Boba Fett stood clearly having just turned around to fire only to have seen the man slump over before. Lowering his own, your exhale was much calmer this time around as he tilted his head at you. Down a smaller corridor closer to him, Fennec appeared with her own weapon out, but with narrowed eyes dropped it just as fast at the sight.

Her disposition changing as her eyes dragged up to you, now moving with a lighter bounce towards Boba whose stance relaxed back. “Thought you’d get here when Mando’s back.”

Sighing out, you walked further into the room. Boots making a notable clunk as you walked along the gated doors cemented in the floor. Head turning to glance down but nothing was visible to the naked eye. “Should I leave and come back?”

Boba chuckled, watching your curiosity with that of his own. “Nonsense. This place could use an omega, dim enough around here as it is.”

Looking back up, Boba stood on the lower level closer to you while Fennec perched herself casually on the arm of the throne. “Good to know I’m still a useful piece of decoration after all this time.” Behind you the steps of the Gamorrean filed down as he barked more into the air.

Boba only nodding once to the body at it’s feet. “Get rid of that.” Like nothing at all, you remembered why many crime lords used them as guards. Pulling the Elomin away like it weighed nothing. Turning back to him, you almost jumped at how close he was.

Both he and Din were far too silent for two fully armoured men of their sizes. “He said it would be safer here then back in the city.” Watching you, it was hard to assess where he stood with you. At this point you could read Din’s slight shifts as good as full sentences, but Boba Fett was still a mystery. One sending shivers down at the black visors cold stare that only intimidated you in such an enticing way back working behind the cantina bar in Navarro.

But Boba, if you could guess anything, seemed to enjoy making you squirm under his stare. Keeping it up in pure quiet unlike Din’s change of smooth causality to relax you. “Unless-”

“He’s right. No safer place then with us, little one.”

Eyes flickering to Fennec who watched you with a playful curiosity of her own. Strange as it was, you sort of missed her teasing yet sharp and unquestioning aura. Nodding, you readjusted your bag, if just out of fidgeting nerves. “Okay, so, uhm, what now?”

Veins flowing with something that burned the way he stared at you, a feeling that wasn’t determined in your strange state. Broken only by Fennec coming up behind him unphased. “How about a tour?”

Raising your eyebrows, you failed to hold back a smile. “That in your new job description?” In an exaggerated flourish with a deadpan stare she gestured you down the corridor she had come in through. Taking a second to speak quietly with Boba once you moved out of their range. Glancing around, not much had changed it seemed but it was a large room now that you stood in it so freely.

Turning for just a second as she caught up with you, you caught his eye. Helmet turned a fraction to the side right at you, there was a wave shivering through your chest that had you swallowing nervously. A moment lasting only seconds before you let Fennec give you the run down of this place.

By evening, the city was ramping up just as the suns disappeared and a calming night washed over the empty dunes. Despite such a high up point, the sight of the planets lands below in the dim early evening light did no such comfort, but not quite for the events to surely follow.

Hearing the sound of armour, you perked up just as fast as you then deflated. It was of no offence to Boba, but he held a different kind of scent then Din. Just as strong, and strangely alluring but his alpha felt cooling and in control, whereas Din’s was warm and overwhelming. Your fingers twitched on the edge of the balcony as you returned to the skies.

Foolish to think he would just arrive as you seeked him out. You were the one who didn’t go with him, you had no right to miss him. For a second, the hiss of a helmet being removed startled you alert and straight. Coming down only at Boba’s light chuckle. “Didn’t think I looked that bad.”

His voice bare sounded less scratching, more like a scarred rasp that you wondered if it was a result of the same events that left the physical ones on his face. Eyes flickering over as he came to stand next to you, you gave half a smile for as long as your energy could muster it. “Sorry. Should be used to it by now.”

Shaking his head dismissively, his own gloved hands mimicked your position. “Nothing to be sorry for, little one. There’s few people who see me without it, but you’re welcome to be one of them.”

It should feel like an honour, but your heart had little room. Leaning down to rest your forearms on the edge, your legs leaned back by the knee to accomodate stretching your back for a second before relaxing into the stance. There was no uncomfortable feeling in the quiet between you, but something seemed to be picking at your brain. “Your father was a foundling, right?”

Out of your peripheral vision you could see him turn slightly to you and nod. Biting your lip for a second before continuing. “If he was a foundling, that would make you one as well. Since he raised you.”

“Is there a question in there?”

You inhaled your nerves, and blew none back out. “Why would Bo Katan say you aren’t a Mandalorian then? I mean,” Your hands moved to dig at the others nails mindlessly. “On top of everything else she said.”

Suspecting he knew you were going prying for information in a much more roundabout way, you were still glad he played along. “Kyrze believes in blood supremacy. She was born to a powerful family thus she feels power belongs in her hands by birthright. Outsiders brought in are looked at as less then.” He noted the still somewhat confused narrowing look in your eyes. “I share the exact dna of thousands upon thousands of other clones. To her, my blood is as far as worthy it could get.”

To even your surprise you jumped in before he could even finish his sentence. “But it’s not about who you’re born to, it shouldn’t matter if you’re a clone. D- Mando’s a foundling, a lot of people in his covert are foundlings they’re supposed to be treasured.”

“Like omega’s are supposed to be.”

Whipping around to look wide eyed at him, only to fall flat at the teasing glint in his eye. Shoulders deflating as you turned back to the view a shake of your head. Boba rested one palm on the railing as he turned towards you, mind putting your pieces together. “How about you tell me what’s really bothering you, and I can stop guessing the wrong answers.”

A shake trembled in your neck and slid further down into your muscles. The trains of thought in your mind pathing you from grievance to grievance wondering what it was it all stemmed from and truly there was only one answer. The same answer you tried avoiding with everyone.

Boba’s own stare weakening your resolve, forcing you to once again look back into the night for a ship that still wouldn’t come. Breathing deep for a moment before the racing of your heart got out of control. “Everyone talks about my presentation like it means something. Looking at where I’m from and telling me that they lied about where we came from or who we were when I already know that. I knew my family lied the second I was taken off world and the planets and people were nothing like the vicious monsters they made you all out to be. I thought, maybe if I could get out of this one day, finally be free to do as I please, I’d be my own person again.”

Jaw set, you dug your nails into the harsh railing of the balcony. “But I’m still just an omega. I’m important, I’m uncommon, I belong to these people, no I belong with the people my mother was apart of, I’m supposed to be treasured as a rare commodity to Mandalorians but all I’ve done is get passed around from group to group solely beacuse of a presentation I can’t control. I’m seen as an omega, and so everyone thinks their the ones entitled to have me. Except...”

Boba seemed to stand closer to your side now, his voice quieter but deeper as it hit your ear. “Except for Djarin.” Without committing in whole, you glanced only for a fraction to the man beside you but said nothing. “He wondered why you never asked him about you or your kind, when clearly he knew.”

Saying nothing to answer the question he posed, it was obvious he wanted you to fill in the blanks for yourself. It was easy to strip away the barriers and see what was always there. “Because I went to him, not the other way around.”

“To the others, you are a commodity. Who gets the omega, those her kind were stolen from or people like Kryze’s kind who wanted you out of the way in the first place.” You never did like the suspicious way Bo Katan looked at you, but Din was always there to keep you firmly at his side. "In a way you are right. There probably aren’t many people who see you as anything more then an Omega. But the ones that want you for more then that are already here. Or, in spirit.”

His head gesturing to the night sky. Two people he meant in that case. So many people obsessed with what you were, and where you belonged or didn’t belong. Something you slowly came to realize, was a common threat amongst both Din and Boba as well. An apostate and an outcast, both alongside an omega who had no idea what her place in the galaxy was outside them.��

“What about you?” Turning your head enough to see him meet your eyes, a knowing deepness in them which you didn’t even catch in yourself. Not sure what it was you truly were asking. “You were asking me-”

“The polite thing to do when getting to know someone is to ask questions.” Pausing, you squinted at him in slight confusion until the smirk forming on his own face made yours fall flat. “I’m interested in where you came from, because I find you interesting. Just as Djarin does.”

Taking a step towards you, you straightened up as your lungs tightened in something feeling like a strange set of nerves, not quite stemming from intimidation. Before he found himself intimately close in your space, you found your habits slipping back. “I’m sorry. For dumping all of this on you. I just, I’m not used to being away from Mando without even having the kid, everything just feels weird.”

Those very nerves turned into shivers flowing through your veins as Boba tilted your chin up to look him in the eye. “Nothing to apologize for, little one. You’re confused and upset,” the knuckles under your chin traced up so his thumb and brushed over your cheek, then down very gently across your bottom lip.

You had never seen the exact look glazing over Boba’s eye in Din, but the feeling it gave you was all too familiar. The interested pull of an alpha calling to you. “Boba?” He hummed in response, “Is there a reason Mando wanted me to tell you to behave?”

Oh the chuckle which emerged deep within his chest pulled your soul even closer in ways you once felt purposely from Din. “He sends me his pretty, little omega to protect. One who defends my honour, and opens up about what’s hurting her? I can’t imagine why he’d want me to behave myself around that.”

His thumb pulled slightly at your bottom lip before sliding off of you entirely. Turning away to pick his helmet up, “You should sleep. Fennec will want to train you more in the morning while we have the time. Once Djarin arrives, I suspect thing’s are going to escalate rather quickly.”

He almost reached the door by the time you called out for him, his face still just as warm as it was listening to you throw up whatever troubles brewed in your head. “Will be be mad at me? For not going with him to see Grogu?”

Expression not changing, the quiet tenderness spoke out in his tone. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make him feel that way. Not with the way he speaks about you to me at least.”

Your lips parted slightly, but he gave nothing else. Leaving the room and thrusting you back into the quiet solace of the dark windy balcony. Your brain stuck in a whirlwind.

Sick to the stomach of feeling as if you have failed your duties as an omega to protect and support your family, but twisted over what the world wanted from you as the very same presentation. Boba’s warmth wasn’t quite the same, it would never quell the yearning to see Din again.

But it did bring you a comfort that no one outside that little clan of two had ever provided before. If you were lost in your place in this world, maybe it meant something that the connection you felt with both men, also had their own turmoil of where and how to belong amongst their people as well.

As it turned out, he was painfully right. Factions gathered, and the Pykes moved in quickly. Whatever negotiations their enforcer Cad Bane had assumed would take place were refused and the violence followed suit leaving little people left on your side. It was a mess, and left you feeling terribly out of your depth.

Making it worse, you had no idea what happened on Din’s journey. Everything moved too fast and neither of you had time to talk. Just a questioning hopeful look from you, and a stilted head shake of no from Din and a sorrow sat upon his shoulders as danger loomed closer.

Fighting ensued, and you were grateful that Fennec was a relentless mentor. Pushing you enough in the day and morning prior, building a trust that you could and would follow her lead out on the streets enough to handle yourself when she needed it. Her focus kept you focused.

She was skilled on the sidelines, left better out the line of fire as a silent take down. A trait in which she recognized was suitable in you, even if by both your admissions, you were nothing close to a fighter. But in war, being a lesser suited follower was fine by you.

Impossible to say how long the confrontation lasted, but the silence in the streets felt as if it was a sound you hadn’t heard in years. Leaning up against a wall, you shrugged part of your upper arm from the top of your shirt. Fennec coming to crouch at your side as you poured a bit of water of a burn striked through your skin from the dirt and sand kicked up into it. Wincing at the stinging, you glanced up to her and back. “Pretty sure only have a graze is a miracle if you ask me.”

A slight smile on her face, Fennec reached forward to pull your shirt down better, gently taking the container to do it at an easier angle. “You did better then you think. Just because fighting isn’t your thing doesn’t mean your bad at it. You have a good teacher.”

Smirking through the final wince as she dragged the fabric backup, “Yeah, I’ll be sure to pass the message onto Mando.”

Briefly considering helping you up gently, Fennec resorted to just tossing the container onto your lap and standing up alone. “You always get bratty when you’re injured?”

Throwing your head back in a laugh, you pushed yourself up with palms pressing against the wall behind you. “Maybe next time you should teach me how to do more then mouth off.” Sharing a laugh, she led you to where the others were gathered in all likelihood.

From a distance, you could see a rancor, flopped down on it’s side breathing heavily in sleep visible from where you were. But the image became clearer as you approached.

In the stories of the old world your father told you, they were always grand. Powerful vivid images painting in your head from the words spun of drama and theatrics. Reunions one of those stories always told in whimsy. But there was none to be found here, not in your confused, torn heart.

He was small, and cuddled next to the rancor on his side, but Grogu’s little green figure was easy to spot from miles away. Stopping mid step, the sights in front of you didn’t quite catch up to your brain. How was he here, Din hadn’t come back with him not by the weightful dread on his shoulders.

Peli was also here. For some reason. Talking to the one from the meeting that you couldn’t quite tell was annoying or just a bit of a coward. The sight was unusual, but you could see the silver shining off Din’s beskar as he slowly approached the slumbering pair. Steps careful around the large creature, before kneeling down.

His hand gently running over Grogu’s side who shifted closer into his touch. Din scooping him up in his arm to let him sleep soundly. None of them had seen you yet, and maybe you didn’t want them too. A fleeting thought that stabbed another dagger into your omega’s heart and told your conscious self that you weren’t worthy of that soft, gentle love they gave each other.

Din’s attention was solely on the kid, cradling him up to watch him as he ran his hand over what he could get. Before you could rationalize it, you took a step back. No plan, what or where to go, but intruding on it felt wrong now. You didn’t go to see him int he first place. Why would you deserve to be apart of this reunion?

Heart screaming to go see both of them, let yourself hold the one your soul treated as your own and the man who gave you a love once never known before. Your eyes stung like the burn on your upper arm, and before the tears could so obviously overtake you, you let them have this together.

There was no plan in your head, just the need to get back to the palace where your stuff was and hoping reason and logic would kick in by that point. Instead all you got was more of a memory that made it feel worse. The terror of Din telling you to take the child and leave him. That he needed you, and staying here to help was futile. You could still feel the desperate way Grogu clung to you as you carried him from the room, both of you leaning into the other. Grogu’s scared and exhausted head burrowed into your front, as you looked at IG-11.

Pleading in your gaze to fix things, you and Grogu might be able to do this together but neither wanted to do it without Din. The binding that kept you three whole. Only the memory didn’t serve as some great analogy like your father tied into his tales.

Din and Grogu started without out, they didn’t need you. Everyone offered someplace for you to go, a purpose to serve but the only one you wanted didn’t feel as if you were worthy. You failed as an omega to Grogu, and a fierce alpha such a Din would surely admonish you it. If you thought the palace was quiet before, it was even moreso now.

The biggest threat to his rule this far was taken care of, so hopefully this silence would turn peaceful not stay eeiry as it was now. The bag was tossed onto whatever bed you found yourself falling into the night before. Chucking your blaster beside it, you dragged your feet over. The first thing you saw though, was that silly little frog you kept for him.

It was stupid. Din gave him what he needed, and more then plenty of what he wanted. The pieces of why Grogu found his way back to Din unknown, but you didn’t see yourself in that future. Slowly picking it up you could still see the way the kid clung it to his chest, making a content little cooing noise only to immediately get upset when you tried to get up and leave him be. How normal it was for the kid to switch between cuddling with Din and cuddling with you, and the excitement on his face when he wanted you to watch him about to do something particularly silly, usually to Din.

Nothing had felt right since your heat had ended. Where you and Din stood was unknown, he was closer and protective of you, his touch similar to that of one bonded to you, and yet you were ummated. Just a companion who filled a painful emotional void once his son was gone, and now that they were together you failed to picture that dynamic going anywhere.

He didn’t need to look for the Jedi now, he had enough of a ship to start making his way across the galaxy in his own quest for atonement and so your usefulness had worn out. Maybe you’d stay here if you could convince Boba you could find some way to be useful at all.

No plan was made still. You had no idea that you even had passed out. The strenuous events of the day, the emotional turmoil of the past weeks and the fear you were no longer wanted had piled too high on the very little sleep you managed to get.

Totally unaware of your surroundings, you weren’t at all aware of the voices in the room or the weight on the bed that joined you. In fact, such presence was only realized, when the weight on the bed seemed to jump, and land at your side with a high pitched coo. Sound increasing in distress until it was at your face and snuggled right up beside your head.

Once your eyes fluttered open, big black ones wasted no time in realizing it. Grogu say on his side in front of you, one ear flopped out while the other sat low on his face as he reached out to you. Little hand brushing your cheek before a stubborn little noise flew from his mouth and he jumped almost with no effort right into your neck that managed to push you back.

“Easy, Grogu.” He almost whined defiantly at the voice behind him, as he held onto you much like that very day. Following you sitting up so your back was against the wall, he started looking between you and the voice, dawning on you it belonged to Din.

Head whipping over, Din stood by the wall underneath a window. Boba a few feet away, amused at the kid’s antics. Before you could even ask, Din stepped over, sitting down to face you on the opposite side of the bed. Bag and blaster now sat neatly on a surface opposite the bed. “I wasn’t allowed to see him when I got there, saying it was bad for his training for me to be there.”

Instantly, your brows narrowed, but Boba interrupted right as you opened your mouth. “The real enemy to the Jedi. A loving family.” Your sleep riddled brain couldn’t decipher the double meaning in his tone, but you remembered Ahsoka telling you she couldn’t train Grogu because of how attached he was. That Din was a father to him and that somehow would get in the way.

“Fett.” Boba raised his hands in surrender at his tone. Din turning back, watching Grogu turn his head, still wanting you to hold him but watching Din with bright affection. “I asked them to give him the shirt, and left. He was right there,” Din’s hand reached out, stroking one of the kid’s long ears making him purr into your chest. “But he came back anyways. He returned to us, of his own accord.”

The hand on Grogu slipped up to trace over your cheek. “I thought if you could see him, maybe it would make you feel better, but maybe it was better you didn’t come. If I could barley handle it, not sure tearing an omega away from her own foundling a second time would do you any good.”

It should have clicked that it was unusual Din was having this conversation with you, a third party in the same room. But clicking the gears in your head into place, Boba mentioned both of them had talked about you. To what extent the back of your brain was asking.

Looking at the space between you on the sheets, just a whisper was summoned. “After everything, I didn’t think it was fair to be just as lost as you, me being upset didn’t matter as long as you were more lost.”

Boba’s presence was felt behind you now, giving your trio space but never quite enough keep away, which was fine with you. Din leaned in, pulling the back of your neck to keep you close, resting his forehead against yours. Chuckling as Grogu leaned in, gently leaning in the middle, and leaving your touch enough to rest a hand against the side of his helmet. “Our kind belongs together, mesh’la. Not just our presentations, but us. We’re in this together. Got it?”

Biting your tongue, you forced a choking feeling back down your throat for another time. Your hand moving to cover the little one of Grogu’s on Din’s helmet and briefly, Din covered both of yours with his free one. The serene moment ruined, by Grogu letting out a yawning whine as he dropped in both your touches.

Pulling back, you let Din pick him up. “Alright. Back to sleep, kid.” Seemingly only going into a small room attached to this one, Din chuckling at a little sound Grogu made in his arms. “I know, well this is what happens when you play with a creature eight times your size.”

Pulling your knees up to rest your forearms over, you watched Boba with a curious look. If he was here not just now, but this whole time, the two Mandalorians must have something up their sleeve and Maker knows you have no idea what they had put together. “Is there...something feels off here.”

His eyebrows raised in a mocking way that didn’t quite match the play in his eyes. “Only if you want it to be.” The deepness in his tone rippling through you in a way annoyingly like Dins. “It’s all up to you.”

The sound of a door sliding shut had you looking up to Din, now leaning against the door with his thumb looped through part of his utility belt and the other resting his forearm up on the door frame. A sight that was so simple, yet heated your blood noticeably. “Am I missing something?”

Din stepped towards you, a hand reaching out for you to take. Letting him pull you up gently, he stood tall in front of you. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to get you out of your head. You’ve been on edge since your heat, and I hate watching you this way.”

Fingers gently reaching to brush against the cool metal of his chest plate, you shook your head indignantly. “D- Mando,”

“You can say my name, sweet girl.” You had no idea what was going on here, but you were being pulled so close to the warmth of in’s alpha, but also, part of you in another direction. A pull that Din would be able to sense, and yet, was allowing.

Swallowing, you didn’t realize Boba stepped closer towards you. “Din, I’ve been trying to be there for you, you don’t need to do anything.”

“Except he does.” Turning your body partially, you felt Din’s hands fly firmly onto your waist in no time and turned you to press your back against his chest fully. Boba only a few feet away, keeping a respectable distance unbecoming of the darker look in his tone and voice to boot. “An alpha can’t ignore their omega in distress, your pain becomes his. And best be sure you’ve consumed Djarin, little one.”

Din’s hands tightened with his voice closer to your ear. “Not just me.”

Your Mandalorian behind you, and Boba a step closer looming over you. “What are you-”

Din’s hands trailed up, sliding just under your shirt to squeeze slightly at the plush skin he found underneath. “You say no, and this all stops.” Apparently Din expected a response, tightening his grip as he spoke sharper. “Okay?”

Nodding fervently at his tone, it made your head spin. “Okay.”

Pulling you closer into his chest, Din’s rasp even behind the modulator continued to destroy something inside of you, weakening your resolve to his touch. “Let us take you, mesh’la. Both of us.” Your mouth parted slightly, eyes trapped on Boba which if you could think clearly, was likely by Din’s design. His rasping words and touch, ached still further by Boba’s dark and intimidating eyes that raked over your body. “Get you out of your head.”

Your gaze never left Boba’s even as you tilted slightly back towards Din. “Both of you?”

Din nodded, and so did Boba. Oh this could not be what they both discussed about you, yet here you are. Boba took his turn to make a softer case, letting your true alpha pull your senses underwater as he gently swims his way over. “The only thing anyone’s asking of you, is to let us treat you like a kind, sweet,” Each word he stepped towards you until he was in your space just inches further away then Din was to you. “Pretty, omega you are.”

Your breathing heaved as his own gloved hand traced your bottom lip just like he did before. Din’s comment for Boba to behave. There was no way they discussed this before, and yet? The protectiveness, the possessive feeling which could consume Din at the sight of other men, another alpha looking or touching you as if you really were just property weren’t there. “But Din-”

Giving you once last reassurance. “It’s okay to say no, mesh’la. But don’t just say it on my account. I want you to want it.”

The air was stark and silent as you contemplated what on earth you were about to get yourself into, but there was a heat radiating from within and burned almost painfully as Din touched, you pressing you against his back to where he was losing his patience to hide how hard having you pressed against him like this made him.

Din’s own mind both needing this yet confused at why he needed this. There was an angry possessive feeling he had around you, but Boba Fett came to be someone he trusted. And someone who he could trust with you. Putting you between them and forcing this constant looming anxiety in your heart out even if just for a time. One wouldn’t be enough, but between both of them? You’d have nothing left to focus on but their touch and their words and that’s the level of control Din wanted you to give up.

Watching Boba touch you was going to be a jealousy that he didn’t know why he was willing to handle, but just maybe it’s beacuse you didn’t get to see how you looked together. Never having the gift of sight as Din touches you, only he knew how insatiable you made him and how addictive you looked writhing in pleasure.

And he knew, you didn’t get to look at Din as much as you wanted. Always ready to let him blindfold you like an obedient omega so make sure he can take as much as his greedy mind needed. But if Boba was there, Din could sacrifice that just this once.

You breathed heavily as Boba brushed over your lips, and it was Din’s words right in your ear that crumbled the insecurity keeping you from letting them take you as they wished.

“Let him kiss you, mesh’la.” Looking back at him, he pushed you forward gently. “It’s okay.”

It was an overwhelming feeling. The guilt of such an intimate act with another man, but the purring encouragement from Din to just let yourself give up control in their hands. Your hands hovered over Boba’s chest plate, fingertips only slightly making shaking contact.

Din behind you undoing parts of his own armour almost turning your focus before Boba tilts you up to look at him under your chin. Leaning in he gave you plenty of time to back away, brushing his nose against yours feeling his breathe on your face.

One hand grabbing your hip, and the other keeping his hold he teased bridging the gap but never sealing the deal. Din’s voice rang out, commanding an order from deep within, calling your omega to obey. “Mesh’la.”

Jumping in your bones, you pushed up on your toes to press your lips against Boba’s. A small sigh coming from you as your hands continued to shake despite smoothing your palms out. And as soon as you crossed that initial barrier, Boba overtook the control from you immediately.

Comparing the two of them is impossible. They are of completely different realms in nature with their touch. Boba is like a wildfire. Bursting at the seams from the onslaught, running hot and dangerous that can consume you if you let it do so. Once in it’s trap, escape only possible if it lets you.

Deepening the kiss, you could feel your lips swell and bruise from the rough treatment, and once he bit the bottom lip he was so enraptured with, you gasped. Not just a gentle teasing nibble like Din, no should he have bit slightly harder he would’ve drawn blood. Your gasp was as much of a whine, his hand raking into your hair and tightening his grip to continue to move you.

His tongue brushing into your mouth, tasting your own and coaxing you to follow suit. Your hands rising to dig into his cowl as he kissed and licked into your mouth until you had to pull back for air. Grabbing both your hands he pulled them in front to the side of his chest plate. “Undress me, little one.”

It was hard to tell if they used their presentation to command you, or if having two of them in the room like this was just turning your brain into sludge. Nodding fervently, you swallowed trying to focus hard on taking each part of his armour off with care, just like you do Din’s. Who had ideas of his own.

Pulling you into his chest once more, only now you felt much more the softer press of his body without the coolness of the armour at his back. Slightly pouting at not being able to do it for him. Din pulled your outer layer down your arms and stood back to let you continue.

Hesitating once his upper body was done, you look up to Boba wide eyed in question. Shaking as he nodded, raking his hand through your hair once again as you knelt down. Your body feeling like it truly was becoming surrounded by fire at how this position felt, but you made sure to take your time undoing every piece, putting it down gently to where you now could see Din’s not too far away. Stacked just the way you do it.

Looking up at Boba, now like Din, just in his flight suit, you ran your hands innocently up the length of his calves. “May I?” Dancing up to the bottom of his shirt, Boba chuckled. Watching slowly as you stood up. Hands raising his shirt as you did so until you stood in front of him. He did no work. Watched with dark amusement as you had to lean close into him to pull it off until it was down his arms.

Din’s touch, crowded you just then. None of the patience, Din pulled your shirt and chest band up and off in one swoop. Not yet touching you he kept his arms around you, one on your hip the other by your mouth. “Bite.”

Gently taking the leather between your teeth he pulled it off letting you see his hand as he yanked his other glove off and gently took the other from you. Finally able to look, you realized you didn’t really get the chance to see Din the way you could look at Boba now.

Greedily reaching to run your hands over his large chest, eyes trapped on every scar, burn, gunshot that was painted on no doubt a story to follow. You didn’t know Din’s by sight, but you knew them by touch, so you did the opposite.

Fingers tracing only lightly across each mark as you barley blinked staring at him. The heat in your limbs travelling between your legs. Skin rough in some places and soft in others you reached down to his pants and gently tucked the seam into your fingers. Not waiting for permission, you went to slowly move when Din did the same to you.

Yanking your bottoms down, underwear in his grasp in one go. Tossing them aside. You whined in your chest as you felt his rough hands now bare run across your skin while you gently finished undressing Boba. Another sight you never got to see, but the heat between your legs now felt much like a need.

He was a large and thick man, in more places then one including his cock. Thick and begging for your touch it was more then half hard. His hand thumb traced your bottom lip and tugged, gaining your attention. His eyes black as anything as his face twisted in a more aggressive harshness then the soft patience before. “Small mouth to fit such a thick cock.”

Your thighs squeezed together as you ran your hands up his thighs glancing back at his length. Shuffling closer, you reached up to run your thumb and forefinger over his leaking tip. His legs steeled in a flex at the sensation along with his muscles constricting. Running them up and down his length slightly before gently cradling him close to the base of his cock. Almost like a kitten, you licked gently over the tip. Each time slipping more of him inside your mouth.

Knees engaged each side of you as Din’s helmet soothed your sweating skin and leaned into the back of your head. His own hands running over your thighs but much firmer then your touch. He said nothing, but the more of Boba’s cock you slipped into your mouth the more overwhelmed you felt. Boba it seemed, was just as talkative in the bedroom as Din, but with one small difference.

Boba took pleasure in being mean, and you only got more wet the more he talked. “Djarin’s far too easy on you it seems. Go on, little one you can fit more then that.” Sliding more in, you could feel Din run down to rub gently at your clit, making you moan around Boba’s cock.

Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he ran his fingers over your throat as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. Full and overwhelmed you felt your nerves on fire as much as the fingers on your clit rubbed harsher, pushing more pressure into you as your mouth soaked the thickness inside it.

Head starting to bob up and down, you felt tears at the corner of your eyes as well as your heart pounding each time you tried taking him deeper. “All the way this time, that’s it.” You cried around his cock as your nose pressed against the coarse hair around his pelvis soaking as saliva built and even dipped from your mouth the deeper he kept himself in.

Din’s touch on your clit making you burn and shake wanting so desperately to grasp onto his arms but they were firmly set on Boba’s thighs as you slid his cock in and out of your mouth. “I knew you’d have such a filthy mouth, just not such a messy one.” His fingers swiping the saliva on your skin before tipping your gaze up slightly to see your eyes fluttering. “You wet from his fingers, from sucking my cock or are you just that much of a little greedy omega?” Moaning once more you felt him throb in your mouth as you felt almost lightheaded.

One of Din’s hands slid up, groping at one of your breasts, fingers twisting your nipple enough to make you want to arch back into his touch, but he only shushed you gently in your ear. Your breathing already strained feeling that much weaker at how much your body wanted to writhe at Din’s touch.

“Your girl like a mess, Djarin?”

Both of Din’s hands stopped moving for a second, like he was contemplating something before he slid his hand down, shoving between your thighs as much the angle could offer. Sliding two thick fingers smoothly into your soaked pussy he groaned just quiet enough you could hear it. The one on your breast moved down to your stomach. “No, just greedy.”

Din’s helmet now resting on your shoulder thrusting his fingers in and out with such little resistance and every slide of Boba’s cock making you clench that much harder. Groaning louder at how much he could see your wetness from even here, his other hand stroking your stomach with his thumb. Refusing to let you wince or flinch at your insecurity. No, he wanted you on full display.

Boba’s hand raking around the opposite side of your head he pulled you into him close as he could, feeling him twitch inside of your mouth before letting go. “Fuck, such a filthy fucking thing, that’s right swallow all of it, good girl.” Boba’s cum spilling into your mouth, so close to the back of your throat and the twisting of pleasure Din was bringing you with his fingers made you almost want to cry it was too much.

Slowly pulling you off inch by inch both men watched a mixture of saliva and cum almost dripping from your gasping mouth as Boba’s cock finally left you. Din’s hand turning you by your neck gently to look partially back at him, the darkness of the visor even contrasted to the gritted teeth and dark panting face of Boba’s. He still brought you comfort as Din brushed mercilessly against a sensitive wall inside of you. “Doing so good for me, sweet girl. So fucking good,”

Your hands free you reached back to grab at whatever you could of Din as the heel of his palm roughly rubbed your clit as he thrusted them in and out almost rougher then before. Gasping you arched back, unashamed at how much it put your tits almost on display. “Din, please let me cum. Please, I’m so-”

Whinging you couldn’t even finish your owns entrance as he pressed his other palm hard against your stomach as he sped up enough you could hear how much you soaked him. “Come on, you can cum mesh’la. All for me.”

“Taking all the credit isn’t your style,” Boba’s voice was further away, rasping with a dash of cheeky as Din pulled you right over that edge. Holding you tight against him as you cried out as your orgasm washed over you. Seizing your muscles tightly in his hold.

“F-fuck, not ugh, your name she’s crying is it though, Fett?”

Talking about you like your orgasm wasn’t in his arms and on display it just made you stutter a moan out even as you came down. Pulling his fingers out of you, Din pulled you up with him turning you to face his front. Moving your hands to gently pull his shirt off, you wanted to reach to run your hand over his chest only to get pulled roughly into Boba’s back. “He can have you whenever he wants, so how about you lay out for me?”

Gently climbing up onto the bed, you could see Boba moving around to the end of it and Din carefully climbing up near the wall behind you. Just as you settled, Boba yanked you towards him at the edge of the bed. Spreading your legs wide to fit himself between.

“Let’s see if an omega tastes as sweet as she smells.” A man with patience in many aspects of his life, but none as he pulled your hips closer to put his mouth on you. Crying out almost immediately as he licked from your entrance up to your clit.

Din’s breath stuttering behind you, his eyes behind the helmet stuck on how much you gasped, back arched and legs already tensing in Boba’s hold. Brushing your hair sticking to the sweat of your forehead back, raking gently in his bare fingers like out of everything the soft silky feeling is what had him transfixed.

Sucking your clit before almost biting it to make you jump, he Boba chuckled deep into your pussy as he licked inside of you. The roughness of his hands but the warmth of his mouth working you over so gently making you moan. Thighs wanting to close, but he kept them wide on the bed as he could force them. Refusing to even give you the reprieve of hanging them over his shoulders. You’d still have some control were he to do so. Your core inside hot and burning, too soon after Din made you cum on his fingers you grasped at your chest mindlessly.

Only to have Din grab them. Despite pulling your head up to his lap, Boba never faltered. Just moving with the action to keep his mouth tasting you. Din however, wrapped your fingers in each of his before pushing them down on either side of you. His own cock unfairly hard and still confined by his pants, but he needed you to come again. He never gets to fully see how you look cumming on his mouth, but now Din refuses to miss it.

Shaking in his hold, you were far too close from your last orgasm. The coil inside you twisting and flaming as Boba never faltered in his moves. Feeling a smirk against you as your stomach muscles started to tense up. Your hips lifting from the bed slightly as he pulled you into his mouth from a better vantage. His tongue deep as it could go, you started to loose yourself.

“You gave me one, mesh’la. Fett deserves one too, for everything he’s done for you.”

Boba’s nails dug into your skin as he pulled you right over that edge, not even hearing the noise coming from either of them. Just ringing in your ears as you came, falling apart on his mouth that refused to stop licking you up and down until you stopped spasaming. Your senses like you were drifting underwater, only soothed by Din’s soft touch letting your hands go to gently cup one of your breasts again, like the small massaging sensation and gently playing with your nipple just enough of a spark to keep you near the top.

The two Mandalorians however, had no plans on giving you time to catch your breathe. Like you were a doll light enough to be tossed around, Din manoeuvred you to straddle his lap. Your hands instantly running down his chest, eyes wide at how broad and soft he looked outside of even just his flight suit.

One of his hands ran up the length of your spine, the other running across your hip over you ass and back down your thigh like a pattern. “Pull me out, sweet girl.”

Nodding mindlessly, you reached for his bottoms. Thighs clenching around his as you pulled his cock out, long and intimidatingly thick as well. You knew it felt as such but seeing what you had previously fit inside of you made you shiver. Wrapping your hand around it, you ran your thumb over his tip. Gathering as much precum as you could and stroking his cock with it, slow and a light grip that Din never touched himself with. His voice raspy and lustful. “We can do this a few ways, but it’s all up to what you’re comfortable with. We can go easy on you if you’re more comfort-”

Shaking your head furiously, “No, no whatever you want. Both of you, please I want you to do whatever you want,” Turning to see Boba who also was know up on the bed behind you.

His hand reaching out to keep your head turned on him with his hand on your jaw. “Are you sure?” A second nod yes, had Din groan. Covering your hand with his and tightening your grip on his cock. Boba’s eyes on you. “I’m gonna open you up back here while you sit on his cock.”

Dins hands reaching behind to pull your ass cheeks apart enough to sting. “Come here, sweet girl. Let me feel you.”

Looking back you propped yourself on his shoulders as Din held you by your hips. Sinking you down was far too easy, from making you cum on his fingers and Boba’s mouth you soaked his cock before even sitting on it fully. Din moaned as he sunk into you fully in one go. His helmet dropping into your chest as his own stomach heaved trying to control himself.

Your moan was high pitched and needy, hands grasping onto the bit of hair sticking out from his helmet his hands pulled your chest more into him. But as soon as you tried moving, Din held you in place head lifting up to look disapprovingly at you. His tone sharp as his words were short. “Are you in charge?”

Pausing, you clenched around him, making an even wetter mess already but you shook your head no. Your mind too in the clouds to even joke otherwise. Feeling Din trail his hands up to hold you by the back of your neck and waist. Pulling your forehead to his you shivered at Boba’s hands on your hips.

His large frame pressing into your back as his hands trailed downwards, squeezing your ass lightly, then rougher each next one. Finally, one of his fingers moving down. Collecting the wetness still soaking you and nearly the bed at that point before moving it back up between your cheeks.

Stilling briefly as he pressed against your ass, heart racing but your head still in the clouds could do enough to nod. Boba leaning closer to your ear with a deep, “Good girl,” before sliding his finger inside of you.

Gasping, you pressed into Din more who tightened his grip on your hair, but held you not in comfort but to keep you nice and steady for Boba who was keen on riling you up more as he spoke. “Never been taken here have you, little one?” Chucking deep when you shook your head no. “Not treating her right are you, Djarin? If you’re leaving some of her firsts for me.”

Sliding the hand on your waist, Din moved his thumb against your clit. “I’m the one filling her pussy nice and full, aren’t I sweet girl?” You moaning just as Boba slid in a second finger and such a moan turned into a whine. Your body on fire, your insides already burning to the ground your body only able to focus on either of what their hands were doing.

There was a stretch and a burn inside your ass that just two of Boba’s fingers were pulling from you, but the gentle side of a third had you jump. Crying out desperately as Din’s hand in your hair tightened painfully. Voice scattered, you didn’t know if you were even making sense as you writhed in place. “I, fuck, I don’t wanna- wanna upset either of, of you..”

The hand now loosening, Din slid it down to the back of your neck, pulling you to look at him. His voice as rough as you looked. “You could never, cyra’ika. Fuck, you could never upset me, upset us.”

Boba leaned into your ear, free hand wrapping around the front of your neck. “You ready to take me, little one? It’ll be a stretch, but I’ve opened you up nice and wet for me.” You swallowed, your eyes on Din and your focus on the their hands but you nodded. “You sure?” You nodded again. “Hold onto him, then.”

Din sat up better, holding you in his lap. The second Boba started pulling his fingers out, Din thrusted just out of you enough to set your insides alight. Thrusting back in but slowly, forcing you to feel his cock stroke against every inch of inside you as you moaned.

The slow pace making you lean into him quietly, only to cry at Boba now pressing his cock up against you. Leaning forward, he pulled you out of Din’s hold making you lean back against his shoulder to look up at him. Like they were in sync, Din slowly pulled partway out of you as Boba barley pressed his tip in.

Din’s final reassurance once more like fired the bullet. “It’s okay, cyra’ika. You can kiss him.”

This time Boba kissed you, his roughness resuming from before and Boba slowly started to push inside you as Din slowly filled your pussy back up. Your body feeling like it was panicing, heart racing from all the stimulation, but Boba kept slowly filling your ass until he, like Din, was sat fully inside you.

Pulling his lips from yours, not bothering to hide how deep he had his tongue in your mouth he clenched his jaw at the feeling. “You still with us?” It took you more then a moment to answer, barley with an uh-huh as you clenched around both of them.

Din’s thrusts slowed down dramatically, his cock almost just grinding in you with painfully gritted teeth hiding behind the helmet. Boba, started to fuck you, but far less gentle. Both of them, feeling the desperation of your omega yearning for more of it.

You couldn’t describe how it felt to have him pound you from behind that way, it was new and almost so foreign it scared you but you were desperate for it. Crying and moaning only speeding his hips up more and more. The slapping of his skin against yours contrasting with how soaking wet your pussy was with each slide of Din’s cock was obscene.

Should have made you feel embarrassed but with your body pressed between their chests you couldn’t find yourself to care. “Fucking tight little ass, can barley shove my cock inside you can I?” He pounded harder, your body bouncing more on Din’s from the force.

“Should feel what her cunt’s like, I’d never-fuck, would get you to fucking leave if you felt her.” Din and him just not speaking to you, but about you and yet it just felt too good. Like they wanted to get you out of your messy head, and to do it, treated you like a you for their pleasure and you were burning on the inside.

Boba’s voice scratched to hell in your ear, “Gonna let me cum inside your ass, little one? Spill inside you just like Djarin would?” Looking up at him you nodded, Boba sharing a glance with Din that you didn’t see before he kissed you again.

His cock pounding into you fast, your ass jiggling with the force as Din sped up inside your pussy. Himself leaning back against the wall, watching your face and your body transfixed as his thrusts were slower but far rougher.

It seemed to sneak up on Boba, his orgasm. A few sudden thrusts almost too fast for you to be able to handle, before he pressed up against your back, head sinking into your neck with a groan. You felt his cock throb inside you before it started to fill you with his cum. Thick and lots of it he fucked you until he was empty. Slowly pulling out, to watch your ass gape without his cock still there to fill it and his cum leaking out of you.

Din, didn’t waste time. Flipping you around so he was on top of you, pressing deep inside your pussy and fucked hard as soon as you were laid out for him. His cock so painfully hard and desperate to cum inside you, Din was rougher then normal. Your legs wide as possible to the point of strain, and the sound of his hips slapping into yours was loud.

You didn’t expect it then, but you came from nowhere. Your orgasm splitting inside you and washing over your body as you arched back into the bed. Boba, leaning over to kiss you, his tongue commanding yours as Din started to lose composure.

“Defect, my perfect girl with the tightest cunt, gonna fill you up okay? Gonna let me spill inside this pussy the way I want, like you deserve- oh fuck, baby,” His helmet dropping into your chest as he held both your hips still as he came.

Slow thrusts as he too, felt like his cum spilled inside you forever. Your ass still full and whatever leaked out now spread against your cheeks as you were pressed into it from behind. Boba’s lips and tongue swallowing your moans and cries as Din gave a few final pushes. His body shaking from how hard and just how much he came inside of you.

Both of them, let go of your body very gently. Boba slowing his kiss down to something gentle, before pressing a peck to your swollen lips and one to the bridge of your nose. Din took longer to pull out of you, his cock still half hard from how worked up he got, waiting until he went soft before leaving your soaked warmth entirely.

You weren’t sure if you passed out, or if you dropped that hard. You felt Din’s touch and his gentle words but not much registered as you tried coming back to your senses. Only really feeling back in the world as you settled against Din in the water.

Water?

Looking around, you were in a large tub built into the stone ground like an indoor pool. Leaning back you felt his helmet and arms wrapping around your front. “Welcome back, mesh’la.”

Laughing lightly, you looked around the room. Not quite a room like a refresher, but it seemed to be solely for the tub in there. “Did I pass out?”

Din traced his hand over your stomach, “Not quite. You were out of it for a little bit though, thought a bath might help bring you back a little bit.” Smiling weakly you just leaned back into him. Enjoying the quiet.

A question however poked at your brain, “Where’s Boba?”

“Checking on the kid. Figured it might be a bit calmer for you to come down from tonight with just me for a little bit.” Pausing he almost sounded worried. “Did you...like it?”

Turning in his arms, you straddled his lap hands on his shoulders much more relaxed this time despite both of you being naked now. “I did. It was...a lot. But I liked it. You were were..” Din suggested the word rough, which made you laugh. “Yeah, but I was going to say safe. I don’t think I’d do anything like that with anyone else. But Boba-”

“You trust him.” Nodding gently, he ran a hand up and down your back. “So do I. Would you ever want to do it again?”

Leaning into his forehead you smiled. “I think so. As long as I get just you most of the time.” It wasn’t really obvious that the screaming insecurities didn’t rear their ugly head in that moment. You were stiff, quite sore, but content and snuggling into Din like a loth-cat.

It was quiet for a bit before you asked about Grogu, only to feel mostly as confused as he did for how he got back. Either he was sent across the galaxy all alone or Peli’s story was just wrong. Either seemed plausible considering what you knew about your curly haired friend and the Jedi.

Not that everything was perfect, but you felt content. The protectiveness of how Din held you was that of an alpha shielding his omega from the world around you. Din almost brought up the question of mating you, but he wasn’t sure his timing would be the greatest were he to bring up that biting into your neck to mate was all he had been thinking about since he got you in the bath.

He also had a necklace. Two distinct animal skulls carved of beskar into them for when he did. But for now, you both soaking in this elaborate tub in each others arms would have to do.

Besides, he wouldn’t live down the amount of shit Boba would tease him with for mating you right after letting Boba fuck you the way he did. There might be a bit more of this dynamic to explore.

He and Boba trusted one another, a companionship that made him trust the other man treat you with the proper respect of a fellow alpha. Omega’s were precious to Mandalorians, but Din didn’t want to share you with his people just yet.

Sharing your affections with just one other was an acceptable middle ground. Well two others.

The second you saw Grogu again, the idea of you leaving this little clan became practically impossible.

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