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A/N: This was supposed to be a NYE fic for a clone trooper, but Fennec ambushed and dragged me to smutsville, and here we are. Have a wonderful New Year! 

Pairing: Fennec Shand x Reader (Fem; wears a dress and makeup)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.8K

Warnings and tags: Reader feels insecure about her appearance; fluff; little bit of SMUT; body worship; fun with mirrors; Fennec is a pleasure top; Garsa Fwip and the Sanctuary survived because I say so

Summary: It’s Boonta Eve, and you’re more interested in a private celebration with Fennec than a party at the Daimyo’s palace.

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This fic smells like: Chloé Nomade (sunbaked earth, a warm breeze at sunset, sweat on your lover’s skin)

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The Boonta Eve Classic went off without a hitch. You hadn’t been nervous—not exactly. Just… vigilant. Yes, vigilant: that was the word. After all, it was the first Classic since the Daimyo had consolidated his power in a decisive, if costly, victory against the rival syndicates on Tatooine. The Classic wasn’t just the galaxy’s largest podrace and the planet’s most famous cultural festival; this year, it was also a demonstration that Fett was a capable ruler who could provide a stable and competent government to the people of Mos Espa. 

The average citizen didn’t care who sat on the throne. They cared about having enough water to survive, about being able to feed their families, about not getting eaten by a kriffing sarlacc for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. And they cared about pod racing. By every god in the galaxy, did they care about pod racing. Not only was the Classic an important cultural festival on Tatooine, but the credits it pulled in from the hordes of tourists who descended on Mos Espa every year were integral to the planet’s economy.

Only a select few in Fett’s inner circle knew just how close the planet had come to not hosting the Classic that year, or how hard his gotra had worked to pull off the race. But pull it off they—and you—had. And it wasn’t just an adequate race, either: it was kriffing epic. The entire city was buzzing with adrenaline, and already word was spreading on the Holonet that the new Daimyo of Mos Espa had hosted the most exciting Boonta Eve Classic in decades.

You were exhausted, to put it mildly. For weeks, you had worked the longest hours of your life coordinating the festival and races, recruiting racers and fielding the press, ensuring there was adequate accommodation to house visiting dignitaries and adequate security to manage the swarms of tourists who descended on the city. It had finally culminated that morning under the blistering suns of Tatooine. You had attended along with the rest of the Fett gotra, and like them, you sat in the Daimyo’s booth, sheltered from the blazing sunshine but unable to escape the oppressive heat. 

You’d returned to the palace ahead of the rest of the group immediately after the race, parched and fatigued, only to be immediately accosted by the palace staff with a thousand questions and last minute emergencies as they made the final preparations for the evening. It wasn’t until Krrsantan had bellowed at the staff and sent them scurrying back to their tasks that you finally were able to escape to your quarters to begin getting ready.

The suns were setting now, and their golden rays illuminated the warm stone walls of your suite as the evening breeze fluttered through the sheer white curtains. Your quarters were deceptively tranquil, despite the chaos and bustle you knew was unfolding below in the throne room in preparation for the night’s festivities. The balmy, soft breeze lulled you into a drowsy haze, and you wanted nothing more than to pass out on your enormous bed and sleep for seven to ten business weeks.

Maybe a nice soak in the bacta tank, you mused as you stretched your tired shoulders. For about a month. Induced comas are a thing, right?

But you still had one final responsibility to attend to before you could catch up on all the sleep you’d missed in the past several weeks: the Daimyo’s Boonta Eve party, which was due to begin in about… You checked your chrono and cursed under your breath. Right now. Kriffin’ hell.

With one last, longing glance at your bed, you turned to the full-length mirror. You stared at your reflection, feeling a little ridiculous and a lot exposed. You looked tired, almost haggard. Even your glamorous makeup couldn’t quite disguise the bags under your eyes. And you looked somehow both overdressed and severely underdressed. You tugged self-consciously at your neckline, wondering what in the galaxy had possessed you to agree to wear this monstrosity.

Oh, right. Fennec’s silver karking tongue, that’s what.

The gown had been part of the Sanctuary’s latest tribute. When Fett saw it, he raised a single brow and remarked that it wasn’t exactly his color. By some stroke of bad luck, it was a perfect fit for you. The dress was a glittering, sheer concoction of shimmersilk and crystals that revealed far more than it concealed. While you certainly would have enjoyed seeing it on someone else, it was far outside your comfort zone, and yet, you had agreed to wear it, not just for Fennec’s private enjoyment, but for all of Mos kriffin’ Espa to witness at the party for which you were now three minutes late.

The door opened and closed quietly behind you, and in the mirror, you watched Fennec approach from behind. Moving with the purposeful grace of a predator, she stalked closer to you. Your breath grew shallow as her eyes dragged slowly down your body, taking in the sight of your curves and lines beneath the diaphanous fabric. She came to a halt behind you, gliding her hands over the bare skin of your waist and down to your hips.

“You look exquisite,” she murmured against the side of your neck as she gazed at you in the mirror.

“You look exquisite,” you countered. “I look like a kriffing disco ball.”

She laughed softly and kissed just behind your ear. “A sexy disco ball. Besides, what’s wrong with that? It’s Boonta Eve. We’re supposed to be celebrating.”

“Says the woman in armorweave,” you retorted.

“Old habits,” she replied with a smirk. “I’ve had this coat a long time.”

You had to admit, it suited her, even if you did prefer it on the floor.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just don’t really feel like celebrating the fact that I look like…” You gestured vaguely at your reflection. “... this.”

She frowned. “What are you talking about? You’re stunning.”

You shook your head stubbornly, refusing to meet her eyes in the mirror. 

When you didn’t reply, she lowered her mouth to your bare shoulder and moved her lips softly across your skin. “There isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t think is beautiful.”

“You’re biased.”

“Maybe, but I have excellent taste.” She kissed lightly along the top of your shoulder and up the side of your neck. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”

You shook your head, then let it fall back to rest against her shoulder as your eyes drifted closed. Her fingertips traced up your abdomen, between your breasts, and up your neck to caress your jaw as she tilted your face toward her.

“A goddess,” she whispered against your lips as her other hand stole up your body to cup your breast through the thin silk. “Sometimes when I wake up at night and see you sleeping next to me, I think I’m dreaming. How can you be this beautiful, and still be real?”

She slid her thumb across your lower lip, then her hand drifted down to rest gently at the base of your throat, where the slight pressure was just enough for you to feel the wild flutter of your pulse beneath her fingers. She kissed you again, grazing her tongue between your lips, before pulling away to nuzzle your cheek.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered. “I want you to look at yourself and see what I see.”

You obeyed, inhaling softly as you caught sight of your reflection. In the golden haze of the setting suns, your skin glowed against the soft material of the dress. Your eyes were dark with arousal, your lips parted and glossy from her kiss. Your gaze dropped to where she held you, kneading your breast gently with one hand, while the other traveled slowly down your abdomen and slipped beneath the sheer fabric. Her palm flattened over your belly and pulled you back against her body.

“What are you afraid of?” she asked softly. 

“A wardrobe malfunction?” you offered in a suspiciously husky tone.

“I don’t think that’s it,” she said.

Her hand slipped lower and came to rest between your thighs. Her fingertips circled your clit softly, then dipped into you. You shuddered softly and melted against her as your eyes fluttered closed again.

“Keep your eyes open,” she commanded with a gentle nip at your earlobe. “You’re a masterpiece, and you deserve to be seen.”

You panted softly as you forced your eyes open again, raising your gaze to meet her eyes in the mirror. Her eyes were intent and heated, and all of her considerable attention was focused on you as her fingertips moved with slow but deliberate strokes. 

“That’s it, isn’t it?” she murmured, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re not used to being the center of attention, and you know that every eye in the palace is going to be on you the minute you walk into the party.”

You swallowed and replied, “I’m really more of the ‘keep everything running behind the scenes’ type. The spotlight isn’t really my thing.”

Her fingers slid deeper as her thumb circled over your clit insistently, and your legs trembled. “That’s a pity, because all I want to do right now is show you off. I want to dance with you until we’re too exhausted to keep going, until I can taste the sweat on your skin. And at the end of the night, I want to peel off this dress and worship you the way you deserve.”

Your knees nearly gave out, but she held you steady against her body as you breathlessly asked, “Why wait? We can skip the party and have our own celebration right here.”

“Tempting, but I think Boba might frown on our absence. Particularly since tonight wouldn’t have even been possible without you. I’m not going to let you hide away because you’re scared of everyone seeing how amazing you are.”

“I’m not scared,” you whispered. “I just don’t crave that kind of attention.”

“Mm.” She bit your neck softly, not hard enough to leave a mark, and somewhat perversely, you wished that she would. You’d wear it like armor, like a flashing neon sign that announced to the entire city that you were hers. “What do you crave?”

“You.”

She smiled, letting out a pleased hum against your throat, then kissed a trail down your jaw until she captured your lips in an all-consuming kiss that left you dizzy and breathless. She withdrew her fingers from your body and walked you to the bed, never breaking away from your lips. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you fell backward, landing sideways on the bed so you still had a clear view of the mirror. Fennec followed you down, kissing her way down the plunging neckline of the dress.

“In that case,” she murmured, sliding her hand up your thigh beneath the silk of your dress, “we’re going to be fashionably late.”

Note: I truly wanted to keep writing this, but I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it in time to post on New Year's Eve anywhere on Earth if I kept going. So... There's probably going to be more Fennec smut in the future.

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi, I saw your response in regards to my question about Fennec Shand, and I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Fennec Shand dating a girl who is a Jedi.

I couldn't help but write about Fennec's love life in general. I did include some points about potential Jedi partners specifically for ya. Hope you don't mind all the other thoughts too lol

Fennec is not picky with the gender of her partners, though she is picky with pretty much everything else. Trysts and flings are one thing; those can be had with just about anyone. But partnership and commitments... there are very few types of people she would be willing to try that kind of relationship with.

First and foremost, Fennec needs someone who can keep up with her. She's not about to settle down anytime soon (and that statement can be true for any era of Fennec we're talking about, tbh). Whether she's chasing a bounty or policing the streets of Mos Espa, she needs a partner that's okay with an ever-changing schedule, lots of travel, and unsavory characters. She wouldn't mind if her partner worked or traveled with her, though she does like her alone time, too. Anyone who can fit into that lifestyle is off to a good start... but still has a lot of work to earn Fennec's heart.

... And by heart, I mean trust. Fennec has a hard time seeing the good in other people, or even believing such a thing as "goodness" exists. She's seen too much ugliness in the galaxy, has been cheated too many times. Her perfect partner would have to consistently show kindness and selflessness for a long time before she could trust they weren't secretly trying to screw her over. And even then, there would still be a part of her deep down that would wait for the other shoe to drop. She can't help it.

However, this person cannot be too kind or selfless, not to the point where they're naive. Fennec values intelligence and strength. The real tipping point is when she comes to admire someone. She will feel a bit of a thrill, seeing someone pull off an impressive showcase of skill, strength, or intellect. She'll want to learn from them, or jump their bones, depending on her mood. And if they're not a one-hit-wonder, even better. She'll get all flustered and conflicted and maybe a little moody, not sure why she gets so excited every time they do something mildly cool. The jitters won't go away even in a relationship, though by then she can actually act on them, so she can't complain.

So all of this to say... could a Jedi ever win her over? Perhaps. They would certainly have their work cut out for them, especially in convincing Fennec of where their loyalties truly lie. Would they ever betray her if the Order asked them to? Would they leave her to fend for herself so they could save "the greater good?" A Jedi would have affirm their commitment to her above all else through their actions, several times, for her to be willing to go any further than a fun night out.

Once she is in a relationship with someone, Jedi or whomever, she will in turn be 100% devoted. She'll want her independence, yes, but she will always look out for them, always be by their side when they need her. Their dreams will become her dreams. Their happiness is her happiness.

She will not initiate conversations, and thus come across as disengaged at times, but she will honestly participate if her partner has something to discuss. She won't ever be caught dead doing classically romantic things, like flowers or holding hands. But she will take out the trash, and pay the bills, and take care of that annoying neighbor. She'll show up. She'll put in the work. And she'll never be the first to break a promise.

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Yandere Star Wars someone hurting their so?

S/O going to be on their full protection yeyeye

Stand back

Yandere!Star wars x reader

summary: You’re getting an injury and you need to retreat, what will they do?

warning: typos, bad grammar  

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Anakin Skywalker

I’m pretty much sure he’ll fight faster and get you hidden as fast as possible

He’ll make sure to put you in a comfortable position if he needs to continue fighting the droid so he can open a way for both of you to get out

If you’re able to look at Anakin’s behavior while fighting, you could see his moves and his face is filled with rage, but you’re getting hut, you only focused to stay alive and relying yourself on him

let’s just say, he can’t control his anger the second he finds you getting shot by the droids

so why doesn’t he destroy them all?

with that much power pushed by anger and revenge for you, it’s easy to take care of such a mere droid.

he could never forgive those who hurt you.

but his mood changes when he approaches you and looks at you, he doesn’t want to scare you.

“You okay? alright keep your eyes open, we’re not far from the ship”

if you can’t walk, he’ll carry you in piggyback ride position or bridal style depending on the location of your injuries.

while resting on the medbay or on the ship, he’ll comfort you 24/7

“hold on dear, just hold on, look at me, don’t worry”

“you’re the one worrying so much Anakin”

“Well because if you do, I don’t know what should I do next”

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Obi-wan Kenobi

this man is caring

retreat as soon as possible together so he could give you first treatment, then if he could avoid fighting, he’ll try to avoid it, but if he can’t he’ll guide you getting out and taking care of the rest

he wants you to avoid the battlefield as fast as possible

so you could get treatment faster.

well he doesn’t do revenge

correction- not now

I mean if it’s droid then maybe he’ll let it pass

but someone recognizable? mhm mhm

yeah he will remember their face forever, until they’re dead, at least.

the next time he meets the one who hurt you the last time, he’ll make sure they’re dead.

like dead. he needs to see them dead in front of his eyes

but when it’s the time you get your treatment he’ll be on your side all of the time until you feel better

but you both don’t make physical contact, to avoid people knowing about your relationship.

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay, it’s fine, hang on”

he’ll feel bad because he can’t hold your hand to calm you down, but you both want to avoid the risk, so you’re fine with that

it’s just him that feels bad

so when you’re able to get out from the medbay, and in a private time, he’ll hold you and make sure he doesn’t touch your injuries at all to make you feel comfortable.

it’s not you who asked to be cuddled and hold, it’s him that needs reassurement that you’re fine, that you’re now able to be in his arms, honestly he does it without him even realizing, he does that to make himself feel better.

because I’m sure he’s scared inside, it’s just his face and feeling don’t match each other lmao

the next time you go on a mission, he’ll question whether you really need to go to the mission, even though you’re with him.

but when you said yes, he’ll let you go, but told you to inform him before and after you start your mission.

next time something like that happened again, guess he needs to start using the strict way instead, just to keep you safe.

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Luke Skywalker

he’ll panic inside and outside the moment you get injured

“OH SHIT Y/N RETREAT RETREAT”

Honestly he made the situation get worse

Han would scold him later like “DON’T PANIC IN FRONT OF THE ENEMY, IT’LL HELP THEM KILL YOU”

“BUT Y/N GET SHOT”

“IT’S NOT LIKE THERE ARE NO OTHER PEOPLE TO HELP THEM, THERE’S ME, LEIA, AND THEMSELF TO HELP THEMSELF.”

“da kark stop screaming or I’ll shove your mouth with this lightsaber like you sucking di-”

retreat as fast as possible

at one point he’s confused about whether to retreat or fight until the end, blame the pressure around him ngl

okay maybe this one fits for ANH Luke

but I’ll give you the ROTJ Luke that suits Yandere Luke...

I mean he’s still panicking, but he knows what to do

place you somewhere safe, place a kiss on your forehead before he’s back to the battlefield to open a way or maybe... fulfilling his revenge that he doesn’t even realize it’s a revenge

he’s stupid I know

sometimes he’s ignoring the whole karking Jedi code without him even realizing

has I told you guys he’s stupid?

but not really that kind of stupid, I must say.

but he’s a sweet, gentlemen, perfect man so I forgive him.

“Stay here alright? I’ll meet you again soon, in a blink of your eye”

cheesy of him but he kept his words

he fasts af bro

you blink the second time, he already carrying you, holding you tightly, placing another kiss on your forehead the second time to calm you down

honestly he’s calming himself by kissing you

very much like Obi-wan

like padawan like the master.

when you get your treatment, he holds your hand most of the time, making sure to you that you’ll be fine

once again he’s just couraging himself that you will be fine, just to calm himself down.

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Din Djarin (my first time writing him I’m sorry)

this man was confused about which one to do first

treat you or vanishing the enemies

sometimes he picks it randomly

okay maybe based on your injuries

but for your information, he’ll make you retreat even though you only got a scratch

because his theory would be like: you get hurt - stay fighting will make you lose focus because of the injury -> get hurt even more -> dies -> he’ll be alone.

well.

what can I say?

just because he seems calm every time on his job or needs to fight doesn’t mean he’s not panicking.

but behind that tin helmet and his face, I’m 100% sure that he’s super panicking like it’s the end of the world

but you’re his world though...

his feelings and face don’t match him like Obi-wan

he doesn’t care anything at the moment but you

so when they’re able to be back, he’ll immediately grab bacta spray and other supplies

told you to rest 

no, don’t even think to get up from where you are

if you need anything just ask him

just don’t. get. up.

“Sleep, you’ll need that for tomorrow”

he’ll hold you in the middle of the night for a moment

he felt grateful you’re still here with him

and the morning, he’ll not wake you up until you wake up by yourself

he also prepares medical supplies in case there might be some other injuries that you don’t even realize yesterday.

he prepares breakfast too

force you to eat them all

he even shares his portion

caring guy <3

will not let you go on a mission or hunting for the next 2-3 weeks.

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Fennec Shand (Not as bad as Din ones cause I got a friend with an exact personality like her)

this woman will shoot everyone in her sight and then calm you down

“stay here, I’ll be right back.”

at first she only wants to open a way so you both could retreat, but she just can’t control herself being mad at the enemy, I mean not just the one that hurt you, but every single one of it.

yes, everyone.

no mercy for yandere Fennec 

but sometimes she realizes that she still has you to take care so she’ll end up just opening that way for you

when she helps you walk away from the battlefield, I could feel like she’s shooting one of the dead corpses, just in case

even though they’re truly dead, she still hasn’t satisfied yet. 

if her enemy seeks revenge...

don’t worry, she already prepared herself 

because she seeks revenge as well lmao

this time she has no mercy

yeah she never got any mercy for the enemy before

the difference is she got more brutal and violent

and everyone dead

happy ending

but when she comes back, she’ll be by your side throughout the recovery

sweet Fennec exists for her darling only

yey

[fandom-blackhole]

Hi! If your doing the mash up thing

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

Of course my lovely! Thank you for sending these in &lt;3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bobafetts-princess]

Kinktober Day 7- Sex Toys

Pairings: Fennec x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: sex toys, edging, face sitting, overstim, Fennec is a little cocky shit but we love her

Word Count: 1700

A/N: I’m trying to hard to catch up and failing so miserably.

You’re posted up at the ship hangar, waiting for Firespray to come through the docking doors. Boba and Fennec have been off world for the last few weeks, recruiting for their upcoming battle with the Pyke Syndicate. You and Boba’s partner stayed behind to do some recruiting on-planet and train the recruits you already have.

After what feels like ages the docking bay opens, allowing Boba’s very different looking ship to land and begin the process of unloading cargo and captains. Boba’s out first, his helmet tucked under his arm as he descends the ramp and he gives you a smile.

He’s almost reached the bottom before Fennec pops out from the same place he came from and she takes your breath away. Her helmet is still on and she’s got her rifle tucked protectively against her stomach. She’s much less trusting than Boba and prefers to do a sweep of the room herself before she removes her helmet. You get a short nod while she sweeps, her sharp eyes looking for anything out of place and you’re relieved when she doesn’t find any. Her steps are long and purposeful as she descends, taking her helmet off and shaking her hair out of her face. A droid comes and takes the helmet and rifle from her, taking them to the weapons room for a cleaning and inspection. She’s on you a half second later, hand grabbing a handful of your ass as she presses her lips to yours. Her lips are soft but her kiss isn’t as she devours you, shoving her tongue in your mouth. There’s the faint sound of Boba chuckling, then a door shutting behind him as he goes off in search of his own partner.

“Hi,” you breathlessly murmur when she pulls back. “How’d it go?”

“Well, I think. We got recruit pledges, we just have to see if they’ll follow through. How’d it go here?” She’s attentive as you talk about the training, her fingers linked through yours. You’re eager to get her back to your quarters, make up for lost time, but she’s still in work mode and needs to get all this off her chest first. You start to tug her towards the door, trying to make your intentions clear, and she follows, her brows quirked in amusement.

“Miss me, my love?” Her voice is smug and if you she hadn’t been gone nearly a full cycle, you’d be annoyed with her.

“Of course, let me show you how much,” she laughs, her head tipping back and her braid falling long down her body.

“Oh, my love,” she chuckles, rubbing her nose against yours, “I’ve missed you.”

************

Once you managed to drag her to your quarters, she’d busted out the box of toys you kept, pulling them all out and laying them on your shared bed. She’s got a devilish glint in her eye as she arranges them in a certain way and it’s only the next day you realize she’s arranging them in the order she plans on using them.

You help her undress and shower, pulling her hair out of the braid and washing it for her, letting your hands run over the softness of her body as you do. You lotion her up afterwards, making sure every inch of her skin is soft and hydrated and she does the same for you. Her skilled fingers pluck over your nipples, drawing gasps from your throat. You missed her deeply, not just sexually but emotionally. You were ready to sleep in a bed next to her again.

“Let’s take this to bed, my love,” she tells you, pulling you towards the bed, naked and glowing. You follow, letting her maneuver you to where she likes, spread out in the middle of the bed, toys on one side. Hands wrapping around her hips you pull her to you, the softness of her breasts pressing against your own. Your fingers reach between her legs as you kiss, pushing past the small patch of hair to touch her. She’s wet- so are you- and you desperately want to taste her. She’s got this husky taste to her, salty and delicious. You pull away and tell her so, tell her how much you want to taste her on your tongue. How much you want to let her ride your face while she gets off. She smiles and shifts, moving to swing her lean legs over your face. One hand comes down to cup your tit, flicking the nipple so it’s hard under her fingers. Your own hands wrap around her thighs, tugging to bring her pussy down and she obliges. Her pussy hits your open mouth, the scent of her overwhelming and wonderful. Your tongue peeks out, swiping through her and you groan at the taste. She hisses a breath out between her teeth, her hands gripping at your breast.

“Feel good?” You tease, fingers digging in the muscle of her legs.

“You’re a brat,” she shoots back, dropping her hips down on your mouth. You eat her out like her life depends on it as she rides your face. You taste her, tongue teasing over her clit and dipping into her entrance. Her other hand moves to your throat, resting there but the promise is enough for you. Her cries are rising in pitch and you know she’s close, know she’s reaching the edge. You pull her clit between your lips, sucking on the sensitive nub and she breaks. Her fingers tighten against your skin, nails biting into the flesh. Refusing to let up, you circle her clit with your tongue again, tormenting the nub as you push her right into a second orgasm. She cries out again, your name on her lips as her hips jerk. She rides you through it, coming down from her high using you.

“You’re going to pay for that,” she says, climbing off of you. You grin at her, using the towel she laid out to clean your chin.

“I’m not even sorry. I know you needed that,” you’re unapologetic as you shrug and she picks up her favorite toy, a vibrating dildo.

“Spread for me,” she demands, wedging her way in between your thighs. You oblige and she clicks the vibrator on and shoves it right up against your clit. You cry out, jerking to try and get away from her. “I told you that you’d pay for it,” she smiles, kicking the vibrations up a notch.

“Fennec!” You cry, hips thrusting into the air. She follows, refusing to let up. “Fuck!” She cry again and she laughs, pulling away and clicking the vibrator off. She lets you settle back down before she moves back in, a little gentler this time. She nudges at your entrance with the head of the dildo, turning the vibrations on a low setting as she presses inside you. Your breathing is pitched as she slides it in a little further, kicking the vibrations up a notch. She starts to thrust the toy, pushing it a little further in each time until you’re being fucked with the entire toy.

“Pussy looks so pretty like this, my love,” she husks, moving faster and angling the toy up. You can feel your orgasm building as she speeds up. Fennec knows your body well, knows how to bring you to the brink efficiently. Your body is tensing and you can taste your orgasm but she stops before you get there.

“What the hell?” You whine, slapping a hand to your forehead.

“I forgot your favorite toy,” she says, devilishly. She forages around for a split second before she appears in your line of sight. She’s right though, she’s got your favorite toy in her hand. “How could I forget these?” She fake-contemplates, dropping the cold metal chains in the valley between your breasts. They’re your favorite nipple clamps, adjustable in their grip with a chain connecting them. She attaches the first one, the sting of the clamp making you moan. Then she attaches the second one, the bite of it just as enticing as the first. She gives you a smirk before she tugs on the chain, making you gasp and arch. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”

She grabs another toy, putting it to the side as she grabs the dildo again. She picks up the same pace as before, interspersing her thrusts of the toy with tugs at the nipple clamps. It doesn’t take you long to reach the edge again, but before you can get over it she stops again.

“Sorry, my love, I forgot to turn on this toy,” she tells you, eyebrow quirked in amusement. She grabs the toy in question, a clit sucker and one of her favorites to use on you, and turns it on. She presses it right up against your clit, allowing the little toy to vibrate right up against it. The feeling is so intense you think you might lose your mind. This is her favorite toy because it brings you to the edge in no time, especially if she’s already used other toys. You so desperately want to come but then she starts thrusting with the dildo again and you lose all sense of coherency. You half mumble her name, your back arching as your orgasm burns in your bones.

“Need to come?” She asks like she doesn’t already know. Frantically you nod your head at her, hoping she won’t stop this time. She fears your wish, pressing the dildo in all the way and holding it and the vibrating toy in place while she tugs on the nipple clamps and you fall apart. You cry out, pulling harder at the clamps while you arch. You swear later that you blacked out and Fennec will agree with you, but you come back to earth just as a second orgasm hits and she removes the clamps. You scream as blood comes rushing back into them, the sting of that almost more intense than the clamps themselves. A third smaller orgasm washes over you as soon as the second ends, but it’s less intense because Fennec removes all the toys and sets them aside.

Exhaustion washes over you as soon as the waves of pleasure subside and you fight to open your eyes and look at your partner.

“That was nice,” you slur and she laughs.

“Get some sleep. I’ll clean the toys and join you in bed soon,” she says, kissing you on the forehead

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[kinky-candyland]

Slumber Party

Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett

Fennec Shand x reader (Kinktober Day 4)

Day 4 of Kinktober

Prompt: double penetration (one hole), sex toys, spanking

Notes: Tbh, Fennec was the only correct character for this prompt. Also, this one will be considerably shorter.

Summary: no plot, just porn

Y/N was already a mess of moans and cries as Fennec pounded into her with her strap on. “Relax, baby.” Fennec slows down as she grabs a dildo beside Y/N. It was smaller than the strap.

She slides it in next to the strap, causing Y/N to scream at the stretch. After the toy was in, Fennec changed the position so she was sitting on the bed and Y/N was straddling her waist.

“It’s too much.” Y/N breathed out, causing Fennec yo slap her ass. “You know what to say when it gets too much.” She places a kiss to Y/N’s collarbone. “Now ride them.” Fennec grabbed a hold of the fake dicks before Y/N rose her hips.

Y/N slides down the toys, moaning the way down. This continued until Y/N gasped, cumming on the toys. She tries to take a breath in as Fennec gently holds her close.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

My mind after watching Book of Boba Fett

I just wanna be Fennec and Boba’s Doll. It can be in a sexual way but goddamnit I wanna just sit there and look pretty while Fennec and Boba get tributes and just hold their hands or sit on Boba’s lap. Those two could spit roast me and I’d be okay with that too. I just wanna be their pet/sugar baby is the correct way to put it. I bet they’d get me the cutest mf outfits too that DONT get sand in my mf shoes or pants if I fall. I’d just walk with them around Mos Espa too. Like CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS SHIT.

[helpinghanikan]

Domestic December: Day 15

Fennec: Massage

She never outright asks for a rub down, but she does make a comment every few minutes. Rolling her neck and groaning, mentioning that she’s spent all day on her feet, or she’d crack her back and make a big show about how good it felt.

By the end of the day Fennec is laying face down on your bed. It doesn’t happen often but when her back hurts, it really hurts.

“Oh, my poor warrior.” You coo, crawling onto the bed. “So strong, but so sore. How can I help?”

Fennec turns her head to look back at you. Waiting a few seconds before breaking and down and asking; “Will you rub my back? Please?”

The hardest part about massaging Fennec is getting her top out of the way. A lot of wiggling on Fennec’s part, a lot of straps being moved on yours. After about ten minutes she lays bare beneath you. Moving her mountain of braids out of the way to make room for your hands.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” You order, straddling her back.

She never does. Enjoying the rough treatment you give by squeezing her sides. Running your knuckles down her spine and making little circle just under her shoulder blades.

She moans with each slide up and down her back. Finding the knots in her shoulders and working until they disappear. Sliding down just a bit further to her shoulder blades. Where, of course, more knots can be found.

“I love you.” Fennec mumbles after a half-an hour of getting her back massaged out.

You lean down over her body. Kissing the back of her neck and whispering; “Love you, too.”