A/N: hello everyone! this is a long overdue overhaul of my previous masterlist! i don't quite like how the old one looks, and i have more cool tricks up my sleeve to make things look sleeker 😈
also! new art masterlist here
updated as of: 4/24/2026
► NSFW alphabet
► boba makes you cry headcanons
► boba fett with a short S/O headcanons
► boba adopting a child headcanons + mini drabble
► boba's S/O wants a baby
► boba is reader's first
► i will wait
► knowing what blooms
► SFW alphabet
► NSFW alphabet
► playful maul headcanons
► maul accidentally hurts reader during sex
► maul's S/O sings to him at night
► maul purring headcanons
► reader attempts to dom maul
► reader, maul, and savage opress play chase and eat a special flower...
► angst prompt: "you promised to wait for me. but you left me behind. again."
► angst prompt: "i think we'd be better off alone."
► angst prompt: "please don't let me lose you."
► dirtiest smut i’ve written (maul x pregnant!reader)
► just the longest thing i’ve ever written with maul and reader being force bonded
► maul with pregnant!reader mini-headcanons
► maul finding out that reader’s baby is obi-wan’s
► what if reader already has a baby or is preggo when maul meets them?
► what if reader is infertile, or doesn’t want children headcanons
► “you wanna make a baby?” maul breeding kink headcanons
► very cute and soft and tender maul with pregnant S/O
► maul marks reader
► maul, reader, and doubt
► reader is dead, maul can’t reconcile
► sugar daddy maul
► reader with sith eyes
► more sugar daddy maul
► maul and reader pine for one another
► maul and alien senses
► and with you (may the 4th special)
► being din's S/O and not knowing you're the local heart throb
► din with a force sensitive S/Odin and luke crush on reader
► NSFW alphabet
► angst prompt: “who have you become? i don’t know you anymore.” | you’re somebody else
► holding hands with din
► din and mommy dommy reader
► accidental marriage acquisition
► “i fear you close by, i love you far away” (accidental marriage acquisition part 2)
► NSFW alphabet
► a softer world prompt: #41 “i don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another. (that’s the way it crumbles. cookie-wise).”
▶ post-truth
► NSFW alphabet
► the good god is you, all good, all the time, is you
► a softer world prompt #50: “i will always love you, or anyways i will always have loved you now. (and you will be always someone who was beautiful, once).”
► reader, maul, and savage opress play chase and eat a special flower...
► NSFW alphabet
► savage x pregnant!reader mini-headcanons
► savage and you want a baby
► savage with a touch-averse reader
► mini fluff headcanons
► shaak ti/luminara unduli headcanons
► luke skywalker crushes on reader
► honey and milk | shaak ti x reader
► a hundred million sins | OC fanfic
► sleep headcanons with assorted characters
► sea brine, lizard-gulls, and the things that lurk | kit fisto x jedi!reader
► modern AU hellscape roadtrip with the opress brothers
► retaining balance | bobadin
orion's 2021 "unconventional" horror fics ↴
🕷️ motherless child, you will go from this place | darth maul
🕷️ empty house full of faces | boba fett
🕷️ belief in alchemy | the armorer
🚨MY FANFICTION IS 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION🚨
and he likes all types. small, big, perky, saggy, big nipples, small nipples, asymmetrical, symmetrical, etc etc etc...... ALL 😈🥵
you can bet your ass he's sucking dark marks into your skin, biting and nibbling, licking up and down stretchmarks and scars, toying with your nipples... and if you're into it, he's more than happy to fuck your breasts, wants you to squeeze your tits together just enough to hug his cock as he does... he 100% cums all across your chest and delights in the mess he makes of you...
As you play with your chest, as you palm and squeeze the soft flesh of your own breasts, his gaze is fixed reverently on the movement of your fingers. You can hear him whimper, breathy whines from deep in his throat, growing more frequent with each grasp and twist you bestow upon yourself.
You notice his eyes blown wide in desire as you begin to dance your fingertips across your nipples, pebbled hard, almost painfully so. His hands tighten into fists. He wants to touch, feel, play.
oh my GAWD maul watching/coaching throughout is INSANEEEE 🥵🥵
i also think how mean (or nice) he is about it depends on when you meet him 😈
TPM maul is a bastard. he's rude, crass, and more than a bit of a sleaze. he wants you to put on a show for him— "twist your nipples, sweet thing" "don't stop unless i say so" "squeeze your tits together"— and often chases his own pleasure first, sitting back and watching with a cocky, self-absorbed smirk as you toy with your breasts as he strokes himself to completion. he likes a good performance, so if you add some seductive sways of your hips, flutter your eyelashes just right, bite your bottom lip... he'll give you a reward.
TCW maul is a bit more mature, but also a bit more mean. he's authoritative with it, demands you strip and beg, have you kneeling before him, baring your breasts. he doesn't have time for games, so every step of the way he's guiding your actions— "take your breasts in each hand, pull your nipples, roll them in your palms" "do as i say, and you'll get your release, sweet thing"— and sometimes, if maul is in an exceptional Mood, he'll say "come, apprentice," and maul will invite savage to join, and you'll just have to take it, will have to whimper and moan for another set of fiery eyes that stare relentlessly at you, "come watch our little pet"
and SL maul is quite similar, especially when it comes to his commanding, firm presence, but he's more... kind. he likes to have you touch yourself in many of the same ways, but he'll place a hand over yours as you pinch and knead your tits. he'll brush his knuckles down your sides, feather-light and reverent. if your nipples are sore, he'll offer them a kiss— "please, my love, give it all to me" "so beautiful... so sweet"— he has better manners, more consideration, more desire. maul treats you like an altar to pray at, a temple to worship in... and perhaps even defile. you'll catch a dark, sly glint in his eye when all his ideas about what to do to you spark in his thoughts.
and he likes all types. small, big, perky, saggy, big nipples, small nipples, asymmetrical, symmetrical, etc etc etc...... ALL 😈🥵
you can bet your ass he's sucking dark marks into your skin, biting and nibbling, licking up and down stretchmarks and scars, toying with your nipples... and if you're into it, he's more than happy to fuck your breasts, wants you to squeeze your tits together just enough to hug his cock as he does... he 100% cums all across your chest and delights in the mess he makes of you...
Thinking about how daimyo Boba basically lets you spend whatever you want on yourself in town, be it for lingerie, getting your hair done, buying clothes. He just wants you to feel nice and pretty!! Money is made to be spent!
Scrap that, actually. Mos Espa doesn’t have a lingerie store (and probably barely sells anything beyond basic underwear), so he sends for these amazing seamstresses from places like Coruscant and Naboo to come to the Palace. They bring the store to you, with really exquisite lingerie and clothes, and Boba pays handsomely for it. He lets them do their work with you, and at some point will come and sit and let you show off for him or ask him what he likes if you can’t decide. I think his happiness comes from making you happy, so it’s one of those things that really endears you to each other.
love contrasting this idea with a pre-sarlacc, mean and green young bounty hunter boba who is also totally a giver, but is a LOT more selfish about it. like he lavishes you with gifts... buuut a lot of it is stuff he likes and/or wants to see you in. sure, most of it isn't half bad, and he'll definitely still give you waayyy too much credits to do what you want with, but boba's subtly recommending a certain color, a particular style, maybe he's even outright telling you what looks "best" or not (yikes!), etc etc...
and then he gets partially chewed up and is like "hm. maybe i SHOULD value the opinions and feelings of others and also why the hell was i such a loser" then boom. daimyo boba happy that you're happy 🥺
I find it remarkable anyone could complain that Grogu has not developed as a character… it’s such a simplistic view that does him a huge disservice. Most of the whining comes because he still doesn’t speak (which ignores the fact that he went ‘shhhh’ and is actively trying to get words out, plus he has his own way to communicate with Din, like when he bangs on his helmet but whatever) because The Mandalorian and Grogu demonstrates plenty of character growth. He is definitely not a helpless little baby anymore.
Not only is Grogu is able to walk and move on his own, Din no longer needs to carry him, but the opening of the movie shows he plays an active role in missions with Din. When Din is kidnapped, Grogu manages to put his own armour on and is instrumental in rescuing him, despite how distressed he must have been at seeing his father taken by Embo in such circumstances. Then obviously we have the fact that he is independent enough to carry the film all by himself as we watch him save Din’s life, which consists nor merely of using the Force to heal him, but also camouflaging Din, building shelter and scavenging food/water. It’s a remarkable feat for such a tiny being!!
I also love that the very last scene shows how much Din is beginning to trust Grogu by letting him push the button that sends them into hyperspace. At first you think Grogu might be going for the little silver ball that he loved to play with but no!! It’s such a sweet little moment and demonstrates how much Grogu has grown up. Having the ability to speak is not the only measure of maturity!
shoutout to the lady sitting in the row behind me during my most recent screening of the mandalorian and grogu, who whispered 'he's gorgeous!!!' as soon as Din's helmet came off. felt that in my soul.
in my theater, there was this dude a few rows ahead of me dressed as his mando OC and bro did not remove his helmet the whole time. not saying he was the real deal, but i can't not say that lol 🤷♀️
one of the best parts about the mandalorian is that sometimes din gets himself into awkward/uncomfortable situations so he just goes dead silent and stands like 🧍♂️
The concept of the Mandalorian never showing his face but still performing some softcore Edward Scissorhands landscaping to his facial hair with this pristine little mustache/soul patch combo
Series Summary: Believing your husband, Din Djarin, was killed by Imperial forces, you find comfort in Boba Fett. Your heart pulls you in two different directions. Can either relationship survive?
Chapters: 3/? (Masterlist)
Notes: Family dynamics are being ironed out this chapter. Violence. A hint of spice at the end.
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You had already started driving yourself crazy thinking about names, despite being unsure of the baby's gender. You felt it important to include both men in the names, considering they would both be involved and both want to claim some sort of symbolism of fatherhood, but it wasn't that easy.
Boba Djarin... Din Fett... Ew!!!
Okay, first thing is to choose a last name. That is important. Technically, the baby would be a Fett, going by standard naming conventions. However you and Din both use the Djarin name. Two out of three of the parents would be a Djarin.... so majority rule?
But the baby is a Fett.
Both names carried a certain weight to them. Din would always be wanted by the Empire, and he would always have enemies. Boba, on the other hand, would have enemies, but his name would carry power. Power makes you a target.
But the baby is a Fett...
Din had left Tatooine to meet Skywalker and to bring Grogu home. Your instinct was to keep a healthy distance from Boba while Din was gone; after all, in your last moments alone together, he had professed his love for you. It wasn't that you were afraid of Boba, or that you didn't enjoy spending time with him, but that you wanted to exercise caution for the sake of your marriage. You decide it had been long enough and that you needed to repair the relationship with your child’s biological father.
You shake your nerves off before walking into the throne room.
Boba is my friend. Boba is the father of the baby that I am currently pregnant with, you tell yourself. This is going to be a normal interaction, so just be normal.
You walk in to the throne room quietly to see the daimyo entertaining the audience of a mushroom farmer. His elbow rests on the side of the throne, as he holds his tired face up with his hand.
"Oh, thank heavens, this man is boring me," Boba grumbles upon seeing you, readjusting himself to sit upright. "I have no time for you now, Watu. Come back when you've made fair prices, and we'll talk," he tells the man dismissively.
The skittish twi'lek bows and scurries off towards the exit, in an almost hilarious reaction to Boba's perceived power; you would have thought the daimyo was ready to blast him out of the palace himself, but instead he remains on the throne in indifference.
Boba stands for you, in contrast. He takes the steps down to come to your level, removing the barrier of power between you. For all the armor he wears, he moves towards you with a soft gait and the soft eyes to match. Your chest tightens. "How are you feeling?" he asks.
"I'm okay," you smile, happy to report that your body had been mostly cooperating with you over the past few weeks. "I've actually come to ask you the same question."
"Me? I'm fine," Boba says, unreadable. "Is there something you wanted to talk about?"
Oh. "I, uh, I just thought that it had been a while since we had talked," you explain. And then, as you look into his eyes that look back at you with the same soft yearning the night you made love, the night he professed his feelings for you, you find the truth about what has been troubling you, and you decide to confront it. "The last moments we had alone together were very important. I didn’t want you to think that I was just going to pretend it never happened,” you explain.
Before Din had woken you both up with his return in the escape pod, the night had ended with Boba professing his feelings for you. Boba loves you. Or, loved you, as far as you know now. That was a heavy thing to leave unaddressed now that your husband had returned.
“Boba...” you trail off.
One look into his eyes tells you he fears what you may say. Boba Fett, and all the hard life he has lived, fears what you may have to say to him.
“I do not want you to think that the feelings you had were not reciprocated. They were. Even now, I feel so connected to you," gesturing to your stomach. "You have been one of the most important people in my life. If my story with Din was different..." you trail off, hesitant to say something that could be hurtful to either Din or Boba. "With Din coming back, my place in the universe is restored. My place is by his side," you finish.
"I know. I've always understood that that is where your place is," Boba says, torn between relief of hearing that you reciprocated his feelings, but frustrated that the conversation rehashed more of what he already knew. "You do not have to keep explaining yourself to me, but I know it comes from here," he says, placing a hand to your heart. "I am glad that you feel connected to me, because we will always share a connection through this child."
You throw your arms around Boba. After a momentary pause of shock, Boba wraps his arms around your waist and chuckles, bringing a hand to the back of your head.
"I just had to get that off of my chest," you admit, nearly on the verge of tears. "I love you, Boba, for always understanding me and supporting me."
"I love you, too," Boba mutters, and pulls you from his body so that he can face you. "Now let's go for a walk. Tell me how you're feeling, tell me if you've thought of names."
You walk arm in arm out to the courtyard, feeling as though you had recovered your friend, and for once.... feeling like the idea of one big happy family is achievable.
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Din lands in Mos Espa at dusk. Just one last pit stop to the market in town to pick up some of your favorite snacks before heading back to you....
Grogu stands on his shoulders as the Mandalorian saunters through town. His heart was relieved to have the kid back; it made him excited for the future where the two of you would have another little one on your hands, and to see Grogu as a big brother. "I've got a surprise for you when we get home," Din tells him. "You're going to be a brother."
Grogu squeaks as if asking, "Really?" and claps his two tiny hands together. Din chuckles as a response, and he allows the little green creature to crawl down into his arm. The baby bounces with excitement and beings to coo and gurgle.
The town is safe under Boba's rule, especially to a man in Mandalorian armor, but Din remains vigilant as always. The streets are busy at this time of day -- there was never a dull moment in Mos Espa -- but nothing compared to the height of midday. He had already purchased some obligatory macarons, one for you and one for Grogu as a sort of celebratory treat, and continues on to look for other favorites to bring home to his pregnant (and painfully hungry with cravings) wife.
Din stops in front of a fruit stand, picking up fruits to check for ripeness, occasionally asking the vendor for prices.
Out of the sea of voices being picked up on his helmet's monitor, Din's ears lock on to a conversation that he can only hear in bits and pieces.
"Fett's palace..."
Din puts the fruit down. His head turns towards the speaker.
".... pregnant with his kid..."
"I'll be right back," Din tells the vendor.
"That'll be a hefty chunk of change when it's born!"
Thunk.
The Mandalorian slams the man's head forward onto the very table he sits at. His companion falls off of his seat in shock, and crawls in an attempt to get on his feet and run. Din lassos him at the ankles and drags him back to him without turning his attention from the other man, preventing him from going anywhere.
"How did you know about that? How did you know about the girl at Fett's Palace?" he asks the man he holds by the hair in his other hand, who now bleeds with a fresh gash on his forehead.
"I-- I don't know, man!! I just heard it!!" the dirty blond screams.
Din slams him into the table again. This wasn't how he handled his bounties; not with excessive violence. Right now? He means this violence when it comes to someone who wants to harm his family. "That's alright. Maybe you'll remember when I take you to the palace," he grits.
"No! No no no no!" the man pleads, as his friend remains silent and writhing on the floor. "It was a palace guard! I don't know his name, I swear, but he was talking to a bunch of people at the cantina!"
A bunch of people. Shit.
Din picks the two-bit out of work bounty hunters up by their collars, and pushes them through the market place back to his temporary ship.
"Hey man, I told you what you wanted to know! You said--"
"I said I was taking you to the palace. You just chose to remember sooner."
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"They know about her. They know she's with child."
Din storms into the throne room with his two prisoners in hand, and drops them to their knees in front of Boba. Boba stands in an instant, and you come downstairs from your bedroom at the commotion, as your excitement at seeing Din and Grogu is diminished by learning that they came with prisoners.
"This one said he heard from a guard at the cantina," the Mandalorian says, pushing the ringleader forward.
The guards Boba hired after losing the Gamorreans were a questionable bunch. Skilled, yes. Reliable and loyal? There hadn't been enough time to tell. Din and Boba look around the room at the four guards perched at each corner, their hands floating above the blasters on their hips in anticipation of a runner.
"I suggest whoever did this comes forward," Boba says plainly and calmly.
Din grabs the blond man by the collar, and lifts him up to look around the room. There were other guards stationed at all points around the palace; these four were always stationed central enough to be privy to private information. "You heard it first hand. Was it any of these men?"
The man looks around the room and hesitates. He says nothing, but his eyes linger on one guard in particular - the Trandoshan.
Boba locks eyes with the Mandalorian. In a moment of unspoken understanding, Din pushes the two hostages out of the way, and Boba lassos the Trandoshan, who fights with the strength of three men. Boba grunts with exertion as he pulls him and pulls him forward, until finally he stands in front of the throne. And then, without warning, Din throws a blade at the switch to open the trap door into the rancor pit. The lizard falls with a frantic scream, and Boba releases the wire from his gauntlet, letting the man free fall to his fate.
"There's your dinner, my friend!" Boba calls down to his pet.
Grogu comes running to you and you hold him happily, feeling your stomach drop. The Mandalorian hadn't forgotten about his two hostages, and you watch with bated breath as he approaches them again.
"You two. You see that?" he taunts them. "I want you to go back to town. Go back to the cantina. Tell everyone what happens when you threaten us. I'll know if you don't."
"Yes! Yes we will!" they stutter.
Boba gestures to the exit with his head, and they bolt up the steps to the open desert.
Silence lingers over everyone left in the room.
"I want you all to take this as a warning too," Boba says to the remaining guards. "We pay well for discretion. Understood?"
"Understood," the three say in tandem.
"You are dismissed for the evening. You'll find something extra for your troubles in this week's pay."
The three men nod and exit the throne room.
You step forward and Din comes to you to greet you finally, placing protective hands on your waist and leaning down to rest his forehead on yours. The Mandalorian’s capabilities and protective nature had drawn you to him from the beginning, and now heart swells in appreciation of him protecting you and your family.
"It was a matter of time before something like this happened," Boba says, nonchalantly.
"You're right. That's why we need to leave this place," Din says.
"What? No," you protest immediately. "Din, what is the alternative? You and I living on the run, moving from place to place?"
"Mandalorian, this place is a fortress. We have months to make it even safer," Boba interjects.
"Well, the way it is now, it was safe enough for Krrsantan to break in," Din points out.
"I want Boba to be a part of this baby's life," you say firmly to Din. "You and I have each other. This baby has us. Boba wants to be a part of the baby's life, and I have no doubt that he will be a positive force," you begin. "I want this baby to be raised having a stable home. And I want them to have that connection to Boba, I want them to know the person who helped to create them."
The Mandalorian is quiet for a moment before finally, he nods his head. "I'm sorry. I just want to protect you. I know I don’t have the cleanest slate either; I'm still a fugitive to the Imperial runaways who held me for all that time."
"I have a proposition for you, Mandalorian," Boba says. "You want to take them out, don't you?"
"I do," he says, looking to you. "I've been thinking about that for weeks, but there's no way I could gather the fire power to take out an Imperial Star Destroyer on my own."
"Then let's do it. I'll go with you. You're gonna need a working ship and some more muscle," Boba proposes.
This is what you get for being involved with two ex-bounty hunters. "Hold on, I don't want the two of you to be on a death mission," you protest. "The last thing I need is for both of you to get killed."
"We'll be safe, princess," Boba smiles. "We need to clean some things up around here before the kid is born. We both do.”
Grogu holds a blue macaron up to your lips as if to reassure you.
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"This isn't going to be a soap opera, Djarin. No dramatics," Boba warns the Mandalorian as they approach the Star Destroyer in Slave I. "We destroy them, we get out."
"I didn't plan on anything else. You got the blueprints loaded?"
"They're right here," Boba says, pulling them up onto the cockpit monitor. "My cloaking device will get you close enough to their canons to blow them out. Once the TIE Fighters are released, it will be up to both of us to ward them off and get close enough to the reactor to light her up."
Boom.
A few targeted blasts here, a few seismic charges there.
Boba had matched Din's pent up aggression every step of the way, maybe in a sign of solidarity to his friend, maybe working out his own complicated feelings towards the Empire. It didn't matter the reason; the mission was a success, and they had kept their promise of making the galaxy safer for your child.
As the two men fly away towards Tatooine, leaving the Star Destroyer in fiery pieces, Din turns to look at Boba. "No dramatics, huh?"
A sly smile plays at Boba's lips.
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You dream alone in your bed that night as Grogu sleeps in his pram.
You are enveloped in a symphony to your senses of masculine musk and heat. Hands roam everywhere over your body, hands you could not begin to follow what belonged to who, and your body opens up to the two men.
They hold your leg up as they trail their tongues and lips towards your center in drunken kisses. You didn't know how you would take them both inside of you, but you trusted them with your body, and with your pleasure.
my pfp has been a darth talon i drew at least 3 years ago (urgh, the old art kind makes me cringe 😅), and i'm wanting to switch things up a bit 😌 but woe! idk who to draw 😞🥀 so what better than to confer with my followers!
While I did generally like the premise of the story, that having Din and Grogu get caught in the middle of the Twins' broader scheme of frauding the New Republic and getting Ratta back only to kill him, I just wish the motivation from the Hutts had also included a revenge angle: Getting a lick back at Boba Fett by taking out one of his dear allies.
If I remember right, in TBOBF the Twins never directly see Din with Boba (I could be mistaken), but regardless, I would think that word gets back to them about ALL the players that helped Jabba's former... employee take the throne of Tatooine. Especially someone as renowned and well-known as Din, like they would have put two-and-two together: The highly skilled, deadly Mando in silver that helped Fett? Yeah, that's the same bounty hunter that's working with the New Republic. It would've been interesting if the Twins somehow orchestrated the bounty deal in a way that ensured it was Din that took the job.
And Hutts are notorious grudge keepers!! Din even says as much in the movie!!! I just think there's no way the Twins, A) Don't know it was Din that helped Boba take Tatooine, and B) Would let it slide. They'd want kill him for his hand in losing a significant part of the Hutt Empire fo sure!!!
sigh sigh sigh... It also would've been nice to have a Certified Boba Mention, even if Tem didn't get a moment on screen 😔💔
