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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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

Han x Leia x Reader (not so much Royalty AU, as Leia appointed chancellor bc she deserves it, also more Han slander bc HE deserves it/affectionate):

After the galaxy wide war was finally finished, the Emperor gone for good made the future look brighter. Things were still going to be rocky for awhile, as the Emperor's tyranny reached far and effected all that lived in your vast galaxy. You and Leia had grown up together, both part of royal families on your respective planets and both of your parents having been good friends. Once the war fully took over your lives the two of you played parts in the fights, ferrying messages and secret plans and providing much needed support through food- and weapons- through diplomatic missions that slipped right beneath the snubbed imperial noses. Then when Alderaan was blown away leaving your closest friend with nothing and no one, you stepped up, became her second hand sharing her burden of being a general comforting her through the stress of the war, your relationship growing blooming into more. With the entrance of Han Solo in your lives you both found solace in complaining about his well everything. Over meals the two of you laughed together over him stumbling about something or some flirty remark he had said to either you or Leia, or ranting about how obnoxious he was being, arguing with one or each of you just to argue, but deep down you both knew that your attachment to the man was slowly consuming your hearts. By the end of the war the three of you had come to the full realization of your feelings and accepted that you each needed the other two to feel whole now. And so as the republic started slowly rebuilding itself, you and Leia found yourselves filling the roles your fathers once held, becoming senators and still fighting for the rights of the people. As things started and you both took your places, many fought Leia being in the senate both because her planet was no longer needed to be represented as it was gone and because her true parentage had come to light, no one overly excited to have the daughter of Darth Vader within the newly reforming government. But many who fought by her side within the war fought back for her. Those who knew her knew that she was a smart and fair and more than deserving of having a spot amongst the rest of you. Sure biologically she was connected to one of the most feared men in the history of the galaxy, but she had also been raised by one of the best- there was no contest that Bail Organa had set the precedent of what it meant to be a good man and leader- and if you wanted to bring blood relations, her own mother had been Padme Amidala, someone who was still dearly missed and who helped many people, more than just her own from Naboo. Of course you were there fighting the hardest, the loudest, shutting down each insult with a well worded barb behind an unassuming smile and sharp eyes. Han wasn't told names when it came to who said what insult after the first incident of the person coming to senate meetings the next day with a black eye and a chipped tooth, even if the sight had been overly satisfying.

By the time most of the run away imperial generals and officers had been tracked down and persecuted the senate had almost unanimously voted for Leia to take over as the newly appointed Chancellor of the galaxy, her ideas and plans for recovery having improved many planets as well as her quick ability to make each issue fair for all sides made her a quick favorite even with her young age. The only issue still remaining was that those who still opposed her in the senate citing that her status of being unmarried as well as young made her seem unfit for the appointed role, that those still deciding to join the newly reformed republic would see it as the senate being weak. And Leia agreed. The Leia, Han, and you had agreed a long time ago that marriage wasn't something you thought would be possible between the three of you, and it wasn't even allowed on many planets for more than one spouse, but with the rising concerns, the three of you sat down to talk it out and eventually came to a decision. You and Leia would be the ones to legally marry, both royalty and from influential planets that were friendly with each other, it honestly seemed that it would be the best for a show of power of sorts, one that would please more people than if she were to marry Han who was a rather well known smuggler at this point. And the marriage did please many, gaining favor with planets still not quite on board with the republic and raising you to have just as much respect as Leia, finding the two of you working side by side for the galaxy.

Boba x Fennec x Reader (I too really love these two <3, also not fully a Royal AU woops, sorry):

It was exhausting being raised to take over a family name, being expected to be able to rule over an empire your father built among the seediest in the galaxy. You can remember that from the time you could read your father had you sitting in his office learning finances and numbers. You remember learning to make deals in the family's favor and how to spot a scheme from a mile away. By the time you were old enough few people knew that your father had you slowly taking over the crime empire, few knew that it wasn't your father that they needed to fear, but you who would hide in the corners during meetings sharing secret looks that spoke words, anonymous to everyone but your father who sat there proud that the child he raised has come so far that they have passed even his abilities. It was exhausting dealing with people who only wanted selfishly and would try and use your family for gain each day, but it was your life and you truly knew nothing else. Your father passed only a few years after you had taken control of the family from the shadows, something you both had prepared for as his illness had been getting worse for years. It hurt, burning swirling sadness you knew you could not let show festered and turned to anger as the men and women who had been scared of your father, and you in the later years without them realizing, came to you seeing you as nothing but a weak child and tried over and over again to make bad deals, to use you, to rid of you and take your empire as their own, and you did not have the patience for a show of force, to make each bow to you as they had for your father. You made it clear early on that you weren't a dumb child that you, with dead eyes and an emotionless face could very easily switch the roles with each bad deal, making it so you ended up with the better deal and they walked out with the shit end of the stick. People still talked, eyed you like starved lions shown a fresh kill. You needed respect, something you never thought would actually come to you, but it did arrive late one night in the forms of hunter green and black.

Your family had had dealing with the Hutts in the past, the two of your families circling each other both on the same level, knowing the other was a threat and waiting for the other to fall so that the other could sweep in. And sweep in you did when news of Jabba's death reached you, managing to take away much of what once belonged to your rival before his disgusting worm of a right hand could even realize what had happened. It was that area of your empire that fought against you the hardest when your father past, leaving you with many headaches that still seemed to flare when one of them made an appearance in a room you occupied. Bib Fortuna had made an appearance after your father's death, trying your patience to the point that you had ended up causing him to run fleeing from your planet back to the safety of Tatooine and never bothering you again. Which now, with the two figures standing intimidating in relaxed confidence, you realized curiously that you had not heard a peep about the worm in some time. Your own air of lack fear gave way to your own show of confidence, as you motioned to the seats across from you, which with slow precision they both took, neither helmet leaving your form, the three of you sitting staring at one another in silence. You studied their appearances as you sipped from your glass, setting it down quietly before speaking finally, "It is a shock to see you Fett, forgive me but no one has seen you for years, the galaxy thought that you were dead. And you Shand, I say the bounty out on your head, you'd always been quiet though, so when the bounty disappeared with rumors of you being dead, well I did not quite believe them."

You heard a huff come from Fennec's helmet, knowing enough to read it as amusement, but that was the only response you got. Silence once again filled your office as you finger traced the lip of your glass as the three of you continued to stare each other down. Sighing you leaned back in your chair, tiring of this dick measuring contest. "Is there a reason the two of you graced me with your presence or are we just taking up my time with some staring?"

You watch Boba's helmet tilt in Fennec's direction as she shrugs in response, saying, "I told you they were a feisty one."

You wait for one of them to start this time as the silence leaks back once more, your patience now thinning, but as Boba's helmet turns to you once more he finally speaks, the gravel of his voice just the same as you remember from a fleeting meeting years ago. "I come upon the knowledge that it is you who I have to thank for the loss of over half of my empire."

With a grin, you shrug, replying, "Well Bib wasn't looking and they were just there for grabs, who wouldn't have taken the such a sweet prize."

Silence followed as you sipped from your glass once more, before you leaned forward, now knowing why the two were here. "if you want it back, you're going to have to offer me something just as good if not better, if I just give it to you free how will I keep the little respect my people have for me? Surely you understand that."

Boba's helmet moves, looking around the room, looking for weakness or discrepancies your sure as he says nonchalantly, "Or I could just rid of you and take everything." You hum and nod. "Yes that is definitely an option, and well you both are well know for doing just that aren't you? But you aren't going to do that, you know I am worth more to you alive than dead." Fennec with amusement in her voice, asks, "And how are you so sure of that?"

Smiling you look between the two of them. "Because I am still here. If you wanted that, I would have been dead ages ago. No instead you came to me, meaning you have a deal you'd like to broker. So?"

Again, Boba turns back to you looking you in the eye saying, "I want what is mine, and I know that you are tired of showing your worth to the worms under your control. I know respect is something you're short on, despite the fact you being current head of the biggest crime empire this side of the galaxy."

"Go on."

"I offer an alliance, one that will give us both what we want."

"I am sorry Fett, but I don't see how a simple alliance is going to do that," you replied skeptically. Following, Boba took off his helmet, slowly revealing his face to you, scars and dark eyes coming into view leaving your interest peaking with each second.

"A marriage, combine our empires and become the biggest in the galaxy. I get what you took back, and you get the respect of being connected....intimately to me."

You lean back with smile. "Alright, that's a deal offer I've never heard before, and an actually tempting one at that. If I say yes, what else would be expected?"

Fennec chooses to speak this time, changing your attention from the dark eyes to the dark helmet which she had yet to remove. "Nothing. We take over our portion of the empire, whatever was once Jabba's and you keep what is all yours. The marriage, simply, is for show. If anything all you'd need to do is make an appearance with each other every once in a while."

You nod, pressing a comm button on your desk, meeting Boba's eyes once more as you say to the comm, "Marsh, we have a contract to draw up."

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.”

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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