So on the topic of Fennec not really liking penetration... She's not generally a fan of fingers getting involved in oral either, and she's had far too many times where an encounter started off great and then her partner tried to finger her and she got turned off entirely. She likes it sometimes, but only when she asks.
And she trusts Din completely, she does, but trust doesn't come easily for her and she spends far too much time worrying about whether he's going to get his hands involved when she should be enjoying his mouth.
Thankfully, he has absolutely no complaints about Fennec binding his hands behind his back before he's allowed to get his mouth on her.
Yeah writing Fennec like this is an interesting challenge for me because there are so many things I need to set aside as they would not make her comfortable. I'm selfishly like, "But, Fennec... I want to do all these yummy things to you" 😂😂 she is helping me grow.
Fennec in this story not only prefers to avoid penetration, she's grey ace so she typically goes through her days without much sex drive at all. She can still be present and involved, she doesn't mind the sights, smells and sensations, but her preference is to be an observer, the director, or the one touching, not being touched herself. She might interact in sex in ways that look conventional but that's exceedingly rare for her.
Deep down, she is looking for belonging and connection, too but she doesn't need sexual intimacy to find it.
Her first time with Boba was way outside her comfort zone and much more than she would have tolerated from almost anyone else. It's an example of how the miscommunications that fan out to Paz and Din really started with Boba and Fennec. They need to give themselves more credit to be frank about their boundaries and needs. For a long time, she is angry with herself for doing what made her uncomfortable but she projects it onto Boba.
When Din arrives as not only a potential ally but an intimate partner, she is forced again to reevaluate her relation to Boba and intimacy.
Her eventual affection and trust in Din take her by surprise. She probably couldn't have arrived there so soon if their dynamic didn't start with her in a place of power, with him taking direction so well. Through Din, she becomes much more comfortable in sharing her body and she loves tying him up, he even seems grateful to her for it, how heady is that?? Over time, as Din sinks deeper into subspace with Boba and Fennec, he's the one who doesn't need to be tied up to be trusted to keep his hands to himself, to be compliant, but they do it for his comfort.
Sometimes Fennec will put a collar with a leash on him, bind his arms together behind his back, and draw his mouth into her as she lies back, but her favoured positions is to lie Din on his back so she can grind down into his mouth. They can take their time with each other, the end goal is not release. Din takes exactly what she's willing to give and never asks for more. His mouth is so sweet: languid, inexperienced kisses and yearning kitten licks that try to bring her pleasure-- and he does, sometimes even to orgasm, but that's not the biggest reward for her.
Boba loves to watch them. In the beginning, she doesn't allow it bc she can't tie his hands back and he can't be trusted not to grow overcome and reach between her legs. He wants to make her feel good, she knows, but it takes time for him to learn she'll grow less annoyed with him if he actually does less in the bedroom, not more.
No thoughts. Just me imagining Fennec showing up with a toy programmed to keep expanding whenever some more room is made.
Din thought he knew what feeling full felt like.
Din thought wrong.
Okay as someone whose brain is currently mush over the idea of Din finally also getting his fucking machine I need to combine the two.
Fennec tells him they're going to play a little differently today. She binds him down to their bed: arms tied to a corner each at the foot, his knees bound high and apart to the stone posts by the head. That in itself is not very unusual, but the blindfold is.
"This will help you focus," she tells him, warm hands soothing lines down his neck, chest and belly to ease any lingering anxiety from being so overwhelmingly and arousingly exposed.
Her fingers eventually descending between his thighs is expected, the hand that tips his head back against her shoulder for slow, deep kisses grounds him in perfect luxury. Fennec licks into his mouth to taste him, smiling and nuzzling against his cheek.
Din really likes how much gentle affection she shows him since he came back. He knows it's not her first instinct.
It's disappointing when she leaves the bed, his side abruptly cold, shivering. He hears her moving around, something gently bumps into the foot of the bed and he tenses at the sudden clank of something heavy hitting the floor, the whir of another being magnetised. The bed gently vibrates with the sympathetic hum of a machine coming online.
Nervous excitement surges through Din's veins, heart pounding. "Fen?"
"Right here, baby," her voice soothes from the foot of the bed. "Do you trust me?"
He shudders at the deep pang of affection that lances from his heart to his cunt, squeezing down on nothing. "Y-yes."
Her palm strokes from his knee up his inner thigh and back down, punctuated by a kiss. "Thank you. You remember your safe word?"
Oh god, she's going to push him that hard? He groans with want, hands fisting low at his sides, twisting in his binds. He can barely move. He feels so secure, his head is all floaty with the bliss of it. "Yes."
The cold spill of artificial lubricant at his hole is a shock, and then Fennec's fingers are spreading his labia. "Open up for me, baby. You're going to like this."
There's an affirmative beep from whatever machine she's mounted at the foot of the bed and then a blunt, rounded head of silicone is pushing against his hole. Din moans quietly and tilts up for it. It's on the smaller side of toys they've used in the past, though it's not modelled after a human, that he can tell immediately from the delicious little ridges and nodes that rise along its textures as it grinds along his inner walls, lighting little sparks of delight up his spine. It's wonderfully long, the head of that cock kissing his cervix as something suspiciously bulbous nudges his folds, and he squirms with delight, sure where this is going.
"'S nice," he mumbles, almost sleepily.
Fennec's hand has come to settle against his inner knee, thumb stroking idly. He can feel the heat of her gaze dragging over his body, targeted on his cunt as it splits around the toy like it's her fucking him.
"That's good, baby," she praises, barely audible.
The toy withdraws, achingly slow, letting Din feel every texture in reverse until only the head remains; there's another beep, and Din's gut tightens as the toy... expands?
Beneath his blindfold, his eyes spring open. "Whoa."
The stretch is just enough to be noticeable, not enough to even register discomfort, just... novelty; the pace speeds up and Din gasps, thighs tightening as the previous sparks of pleasure stoke into the low burn of a flame with every stroke glancing that sweet nerve cluster inside and the knot kissing his clit.
"That's it, kitten. Give me your cunt," Fennec groans, and with a beep, the toy expands again-- then again, and again, in rapid succession like Fennec's hard-earned patience briefly wore thin.
Din writhes with a plaintive whine, belly twisting as the toy's new girth spears him over and over, uncaring of his struggle because a machine has no conscience, no reason to pause, slow or show mercy unless its master deem it so.
And Fennec will only stop for his safe word.
The toy is almost as wide as some of the biggest toys she ever used on him, but those at least were human-shaped and they didn't have a mechanical beast behind them. His body is thrilled for it, soaking up Fennec's heady scent of pride and arousal which only makes him wetter. The cock squelches loud and thick on every thrust, he's already so wet he startles at another shock of cold when his alpha dribbles more lubricant over him, trailing to sink inside with that cock.
How wet does she want him?
Fennec's fingers slide up his thigh to the dusting of curls between his legs, and tease slick circles over his clit. Her cold voice sears him like a flash freeze of ice. "You have any idea how hot you are, baby?"
The machine beeps twice in rapid succession and Din howls, spine bowing, head snapping back as the cock seems to double in girth, remoulding his cunt to its shape.
Lightningfireecstasy surges through his body, pounding in waves from his cunt.
That's-- that's-- stars, it burns, he's never felt so open, so full, even with Boba and Paz both knotted in him. He can barely scrape air into his lungs for what escapes around his sobbing moans, and that thing keeps fucking him, the cruel length feeling like it reaches his throat, the inexorable grind of that machine overwhelming even at its modest piston.
"Uhn-- uhn-- u-uhn-- nnnh! F-fen, pl-- please--"
The machine slows. Fennec's hand stills over his clit. Din's body goes slack with some relief, shuddering as he pants for strained breaths, flushing with heat and sweat because that monstrous toy was still hilted inside him.
"Sorry, baby, you're right. We'll just stretch you instead."
He mewls, heart dropping at the thought of disappointing her. A kiss to his inner thigh soothes him, her palms stroking there up and down in comfort.
"We should have done this a long time ago. I knew you could do it. This cock is almost as wide as your hips. What do you think the others will say when they come in here and see you?"
He hates it. He loves it. Din cries, head turned to his shoulder, overwhelmed at the wave of embarrassment and arousal that floods him. Paz. Boba. Are they coming?
Fennec continues, voice deceptively icy as it only grew when she was trying so hard to control herself. The blue flame burns the hottest. "Think of how jealous they'll be knowing they'll never stretch you this far, never make your sweet pussy panic like me..."
Din shudders, sobbing. "Pl-please...."
"Use your words, baby."
"Please c-can I-- can I come?"
That ice finally fractures in her voice. "Oh, baby." Weight clambers atop the bed and then Fennec is sliding in behind him, mostly naked like him, he realises. Her chest comes up against his back and her legs slide out either side of him. Fingers beneath his chin tip his head back for a light kiss. "I insist."
The cock slows to a glacial grind, so wide it barely feels like a reprieve, his hips ache from trying uselessly to spread.
Then it begins to vibrate-- right against his clit, the mouth of his cervix, the spasming walls of his cunt, all captive around its blissfully cruel intrusion.
Din's spine locks, his eyes roll back in his head, and he doesn't even sense Boba and Paz's entry into their chambers as his pulse roars in his ears, heart in his throat pounding with enough force he's sure it will finally break as the vibrations ramp up, up, up and he wails, coming possibly the hardest in his life, seizing and trembling as his cunt tries to clench down but he's spread so terribly wide, and Fennec cradles him, murmuring into his neck as he comes and comes--
"That's it, baby, love you, that's it-- I'm so proud-- so proud of you--"
It feels like it goes on forever. Din untethers from his body, his bed, his reality.
His whole body has been reduced to the throb of his heartbeat, he doesn't feel the machine turn off but he does register the sudden evacuation of that toy from his cunt, wincing with a whine as his muscles spasm, gaping around nothing. Twin scents of arousal surge over him as his new company takes in the sight: admiration stirred with hunger.
Paz. Boba.
Their voices are low so as not to disturb Din in his afterglow. The blindfold remains on and he's grateful. He feels oversensitised and frayed in the best way.
"My love. What the hell?" Boba chastises, even as his familiar hands push Din's hips up for a better look.
"You've ruined him for us," Paz says, but he doesn't really sound annoyed.
Fennec is characteristically unrepentant. "You mean I made you both a fresh drink so slurp it up already."
Thoughts on invoking handwavey star wars science and giving fennec a strap that transmits sensation? It wouldn't be a regular thing for her, she honestly prefers the distance a strap gives her between sex and her own body. But once in a while it would be fun for her to get a first hand experience of what the rest of the pack feel when they fuck Din.
UM 🥵🥵 HELL YES 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Star wars can fit prosthetics that probably transmit sensation, I'm SURE this is a no-brainer for them.
There's just something about the way her boys all groan and whine when they finally sink into each other. The way that first thrust is so sensitive for both parties. The way they collapse into each other by the time the knot ties. She loves being able to keep her head straight to watch Din fall apart on her strap but eventually she decides... she's curious.
The sensation that transmits through her clit up her spine to her brain that first time earns Boba and Paz so much more respect in her eyes. If it feels this good every time Din takes them in his body, Fennec doesn't know how they stop. She would never leave.
Except, she does, once the first wave passes and her brain and body are realigned. There's only so much of this sort of thing her body is naturally interested in. Still. Very wow. She's impressed.
Fennec, far along into a healthier dimension of their relationship, straddling Din and nuzzling him with kisses, fingers curled beneath his chin to gently scritch his short beard: My little meow meow want some milk?
Din: (blinking his eyes open, gives her the dubious squint)
Fennec, smirking: No?
Din, hands closing on her knees: Drash is rubbing off on you.
Fennec, trying not to laugh: Sorry, does my kitten want some--
Din: Too late. The moment is ruined.
Fennec, laughing and holding to Din's chair when he tries to stand: Aw, baby... I'm sorry.
a request BUT YOU DONT HAVE TO OKAY IF YOU GET OVERWHELMED IT'S FINE TO DROP IT
but,,,, ball and chain au,,,, paz's apology and boba's apology/punishment???? that au has been living rent free in my head since I came across it. really any ball and chain au content is d e l i c i o u s bc YOUR MIND---anyway, its been a lot of fun to read both the fics and pieces and also just asking/reading abt the headcanons you have for the au
(Paz's apology first as someone just left another ask that will give me the chance to follow up with Boba's apology/punishment)
“Din’s coming home….”
Paz glances from Fennec to the ruined man, slack on his back atop that mudstone table. Din has not bothered pushing himself up to sit, chest rising and falling in great heaves to catch his breath. His fingers twitch by his thighs still splayed wide and at their apex white slick leaks from his cunt in thick trails.
But the sight that most upsets him? Din’s buy’ce lying to the side on the table. His bare face, mouth parted to gasp, eyes glassy, gazing up to the ceiling. This is not how Paz should have first seen his face.
Betrayal twists hot and angry in Paz’s chest, but not for Din. He glares at the alpha master assassin who straightens by Din with a self-satisfied smile. This is not what they discussed when they agreed to seek Din out.
"Where's the anchor?" he asks, hand closing around the transmitter Fennec pressed to his hand. The leash to Din’s freedom, if he should want it of them.
"Inside. Where it belongs."
Paz scowls. "Take it out."
Fennec frowns at him. "He agreed he wanted to keep it--"
"You knew he sought a code-breaker because he wants it out! Remove it, Shand.”
Unlike any sane person who might have quietly and quickly followed instruction after being bellowed at like that, a steely look passes over Fennec’s face and she falls still as stone. Her shoulders fall back, chin tipping up, calling his challenge. He has never found her beauty and nerve more infuriating than in this moment.
“He’s coming home, Vizsla.”
The anger churns hurt and sickly in Paz’s chest. He looks at Din helplessly. He saw the way Din clutched her close, the desperation in that kiss. He can’t refute that Din might want to return with them but…. “Should he?”
Fennec doesn’t answer, brow pinching in a delicate frown but she still steps aside when Paz comes forward. Sinks to his knees.
“Din.” Paz strokes up Din’s thigh to find his hand and pressing the transmitter there. His other hand curls behind Din’s neck to tip his head up and bring those eyes to him. “Can you hear me?”
Din’s expression is dazed. He groans quietly.
Oh, mesh’la.
“Bring us water,” Paz says, and Fennec does not hesitate, swiftly departing the small office converted guest room, steel door clanging shut behind her. At last some privacy. Paz takes in the wreck of Din’s state with mixed fondness and guilt. “She has always been rough on you, hasn’t she?”
Din blinks slowly and his eyes sharpen with focus. His hand weakly turns to clutch the one on his wrist. He looks down, squinting at the transmitter in his palm.
“And maybe… I should have stopped her,” Paz murmurs as Din’s fingers curl, trailing up the palm of his gloves, sparking phantom shivers of sensation as Paz’s brain supplies the suggestion of that touch. “But when I found you… on that throne. Like that. After you fled to save that child, and… dealing with imps as I never thought you would.” Paz sighs heavily, head bowing with the weight of the ache swelling in his chest. “Did I ever really know you? Then? Or now?”
Din’s gaze searches him carefully. “What are you tal--talking about?”
“I live to serve the tribe. Protect us. Even here.” Paz’s voice trembles, low and rough. “I-I failed you. I’m sorry.”
“Paz, what--”
“You shouldn’t have had to run.”
Din’s eyes brim with tears, expression tightening, and it wrenches Paz’s chest wide open. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t….”
His face crumbles and Paz surges up, bringing Din to his chest, cradling him close. Din’s arms clamp around his waist and he trembles with a tight sob. To feel it, hear it, breaks Paz’s heart. Paz’s visor fills with the short mess of Din’s hair and he wishes he could feel him without the barrier. His heart flips.
“I just… keep….” Din fights to get the words out. “I didn’t fit, I don’t… kn-knnow how to be… be what they need. It wasn’t e-enough. For them. The kid. A-and you….” Din shudders with a fresh sob, a pained whine of such guilt Paz winces in sympathy, eyes burning to hear his omega in pain.
Because Din was still his, in his heart if not in any of the ways others could recognise.
“You left them for me,” Din sobs, and Paz knows without a doubt he’s referring to their tribe, not the alphas back in that palace who were surviving just fine before he came along. “But they need you.”
No. That’s enough. That’s enough.
Din freezes when Paz pulls back and the hiss of a hermertic seal sears the room. Fresh air scented with rusted steel, cooled mudstone and tears fill Paz’s senses, and there beneath that pain-- Din.
Din.
He blinks through eyes no longer filtered by a HUD and looks down at the wounded sound of horror Din muffles behind his hands to hide his face, refusing to look, sobbing anew.
“No, no, you can’t--”
Paz catches those wrists. “Djarin. Din Djarin. I love you. You idiot. I need you.” He presses his face to Din’s hair as he’s longed to for so long and just hugs Din tighter when the man releases a sound of anguish, hiding his face in Paz’s shoulder. “And I’m not letting you leave me again. Where you go, I go, from here on. And if that means back to that palace with those other idiots….”
Steel hinges whine and he looks back to Fennec who has just re-entered with a fresh cantina of water in hand, staring at him, eyes wide in shock.
boba, insisting in doing maintenance on fennec's cybernetics himself, and enforcing it bc he's learned fennec will try to take care of it herself (inefficient and insufficient, there are parts she can't reach/see easily) or straight up ignore it.
fennec, grumpy but eventually always caves eventually, quick once they have din; it's a necessary evil, and din's presence and distraction comforts her enough to relax a little (she hates that she needs the comfort at all)
din, fennec's head in his lap, playing with her hair, giving her a scalp and neck massage, talking quietly about anything and nothing as boba rootles around carefully.
she hates it, hates literally and figuratively showing her belly, even to her mates. din does his best to distract her from the discomfitting numb-feeling in her abdomen as boba meticulously adjusts parts, cleans out sand (its tatooine, y'all), lubricates moving components, etc.
idk what paz is doing. maybe this is before he shows up. it probably takes a long while for fennec to be comfortable with him even seeing the cybernetics, for all that they're partners in taking din apart pretty much since their initial stand off.
or maybe he's guarding the door, making sure no one can get to his mates while they're so vulnerable, fennec's belly a frightening reality of how fragile and delicate each of them really are. he won't let anyone compromise boba's attention to detail. they take no chances with fennec on her back.
thots?
Brain empty, only love
Fennec doesn't even allow Din to undo her hair in moments like this, her guard is so high but Din still knows that if he plants his fingers along her hairline, particular along her nape, the pressure and slow knead will still go some way towards defusing the fight in her; she'll hiss and spit less at Boba as he works over her, her hips high and spread in his lap.
Din isn't known for using his words so Fennec appreciates what he shares, distracting her with his idle, halting talk about what he learned of wound care and she wonders how Din managed to stay alive this whole time.
She grumbles in response, mono-syllabic replies to keep him talking because Boba isn't saying anything, so intently focused where the medical droid's light shines deep into her belly where she was hollowed out and knitted back together with cable, piston and synth-sinew.
It would have been horrifying to show her belly alone to Boba who just pins her with the warm, intent weight of his stare, but her belly is also a living reminder of her hubris, how she was almost ended by a stupid mutt in the desert, someone who shouldn't even have registered as a threat on her radar; it's visible evidence of how fallible she is, her unavoidable future reliance on others, Boba doesn't even have the grace to make her reciprocate for it, and Din croons in his hesitant attempts to coax her into accepting their care.
She may mock Din for the stories of pressing soldering irons to his wounds but she would rather do the same, given the choice.
Boba's work is quick, efficient and delicate. She wishes he wasn't so delicate. She wouldn't mind if he tugged a little harder if it meant she could sooner end the mortifying ordeal of being treated like precious glass.
She wishes he didn't pause every now and then with a hand on the soft skin of her waist as he inspected his work of wires re-aligned, components blasted free of sand and dust, gently frowning as he squeezes her side. She hates it. She craves it. She can never get off the bed quickly enough once they're done.
When Paz joins, Fennec goes an inordinately long period of time before she lets Boba do maintenance on her again. It's one of the reasons Boba gets so invested in bringing Paz to heel as soon as possible, Fennec is intolerable with another alpha in their space.
