#me??

hobie brown wasn’t afraid to go against the common narrative. wasn’t afraid of many things, actually (as we know). he was loud, abrasive. tough. 

and then there was you. soft and all smiles. it was a little sickening to be honest: how someone so bubbly and sweet complimented him so well. 

but let’s not get it twisted, it’s not as if you were the one to round out his edges. despite the obvious clashes in personal style, you both carried similar ideologies in life, and in so carried a mutual respect in each other’s individuality and comfort. and what more could hobie really ask for in a partner? 

additional headcannons i can’t stop thinking of:

wearing his jacket casually around >> you’re in an all pink fit? don’t care, the jacket smells like him and he likes seeing you in his clothes (makes him proud to let others know your his not that he would conform to dated notions of ownership tho so shhh) 

omg swapping styles?? did it one time as a joke, now you both catch yourself wearing pieces incorporated into your outfits that remind you of the other. (cutesy metal flower and butterfly chokers?? modified spikes added onto your accessories???)

firm believer in this man being so so comfortable in his own self and masculinity. fuck do you mean i’ll look girly? give me the damn plushy rn

thinking of u possibly doing dance or cheer and? y’all both going to each other’s shows and sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd, but neither of y’all give a fuck bc that’s your baby up there and man are u proud

patching him up with hello kitty bandages (which he thinks are cool as fuck).

the bubblegum is from u btw says it reminds him of u

making playlists for each other???? omg → actually have more overlap than ppl think; both love to explore genres (also helps that they’re ur fave songs, bc if u love them there has to be something gud about them right?)

this song with y'all actually

if u see me adding more on this later, don’t worry ab it

Your mind and your body had been pulling you in all directions.

On one hand, you had slowly been processing the end of your relationship. By now you had mostly gotten the man himself out of your system -- now all that lingered was grief for the life you thought you'd have, and the pain he forced you to carry by betraying you in all the ways he did. But on the other hand...

You wanted Boba Fett. Bad.

Even while you were in your relationship, you were aware of Boba's attention towards you as a man. You couldn't help that you found him attractive and that you were flattered by what he seemed to think of you. Hell, you couldn't blame a man for having good taste.

You, however, had set boundaries that your ex did not.

And now, there was no reason for boundaries. In fact, you wanted there to be nothing between you and Boba Fett.

Boba had become somewhat of an acquaintance upon his frequent visits to Mos Espa, and your conversations became gradually longer upon every visit. You hadn't told Boba much of anything regarding your private life until a month or so after your relationship ended, although by now he knew you had an ex based on a strategic offhanded comment you had made.

And just as you expected, learning that had increased the bounty hunter's interest in you.

You noticed the subtle ways he managed to touch you, be it a hand on the small of your back, the brush of his hand on yours, the bump of your knees...

So by now, somehow, over the course of just a few months, the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy had become a dear friend of yours. He was genuinely interested in learning your hobbies, your interests, and even what you wanted from your future. You wondered if you were reading into things, if you were projecting your own desires. Maybe he was being polite? Perhaps he just got so lonely that he didn't mind conversing with you? But no, that just... couldn't be, not for him. Not for someone like Boba.

When it finally clicked with you that Boba felt more for you, it was when you realized just how badly he wanted to tell you about his day. Last he visited he had told you about a far off planet he was going to explore. And when he came back, you, in your excitement of seeing him, completely let that slip your mind. You had been planning on asking him all about it, and it wasn't until he alluded to his most recent journey that you sprung upon the opportunity.

It was quite sweet, really. He had been telling you about what he would do there, and he couldn't wait to come back and tell you all about it when he was done. You almost wondered if he was disappointed that you didn't bring it up first.

And as your conversations grew and grew, and as your feelings for each other finally developed, you found your lips just inches away with your eyes each darting down until the gap was closed.

It had been so long since you felt the touch of a man, but you had never felt the touch of a man like Boba Fett. You moan meekly into his mouth as his strong arms pull you in close, keeping your bodies pressed tightly together.

This wasn't a kiss at the end of an awkward first date. This was a kiss after months of yearning, after months of conversation for the sake of conversation with the person who brought you hope and excitement, and despite only confirming each other's desires moments ago... this had been a long time coming.

"I had been wondering if this was all in my head," you laugh quietly, gently cupping his face between your hands.

"I had been wondering how much more obvious I could be," Boba chuckles. "You had me working hard."

And just like clockwork, your stupid ex jumps into your mind now that you had just been kissing another man for the first time. You had recalled one of your last conversations with him that actually had to do with Boba -- when you learned your ex had been entertaining other women, you found it relevant to inform him of the hot bounty hunter who had been just waiting to make you his, and much to your delight, it nearly ruined the tiny man to hear that someone else there waiting to give you what he couldn't.

"What is it?" Boba asks, reading that your mind is elsewhere.

Your cheeks run hot and you look down from him in equal parts embarrassment and amusement. "Um.... nothing, I was just thinking about... how I... I told my ex that I had someone who was interested in me and that really hurt him, but to be honest, you really helped me find the strength to leave him."

You can't quite read Boba when you admit this. He searches your face in turn, each of you proceeding with caution. "You enjoyed seeing him regret how he treated you," he says, to which you nod grimly. "He hurt you badly, mesh'la, I can understand that," he mumbles, brushing your hair to the side.

You feel a huge amount of relief, and you pull him back to you for another kiss. He deepens it, and proceeds slowly, his free hand reaching lower towards your backside before coming up your body, brushing the side of your breast, and eventually steadying your chin to hold your gaze.

"Do you want this?" he mumbles. "Are you ready for this? For me?"

"I do. I've wanted it for a long time. I've wanted you, Boba. I want this," you say, your hand trailing down his chest . His hands move from your waist to your hips as if to steady you there, to keep you locked firmly into him. "I want you. I want you," you repeat in a whisper, planting a firm kiss to his lips before pulling away to search his face.

Boba doesn't smile, but his eyes soften. His brown eyes gaze intensely into yours, dancing as if he was reading your soul, until they trail down your face squarely upon your lips. "Then I'd strap him to a chair and take you in front of him, if you so asked," he muses, his eyebrow arching as if to taunt you.

"Boba!" You are torn between a laugh and a gasp, unsure of the seriousness of the bounty hunter's offer.

You do, however, think about the lewd picture Boba had painted. You think about that pathetic man who hurt you, who made you feel insecure, who hurt you in every way you begged him not to as he struggled against his restraints and trembled in fear looking at the terrifying bounty hunter about to fuck you in all the ways that he couldn't... and you think about the strong bounty hunter who made you feel things you had never felt before, both sexually and emotionally, and the image of you bent on all fours in front of him, ready to give yourself wholly to a man who deserves you.

"But for right now," Boba breathes, his thumb steadying your chin to draw your attention back. "Let's enjoy each other. Just us, right here and now."

And as if the next moments are a blur, your clothes fall off, your hands are moving wildly over each other's bodies, the kisses are nonstop, your arousal is burning between your legs, and Boba pulls you to straddle him as he sits on your sofa, keeping you locked onto him with strong arms.

His lips graze against your ear, moving below to your pulse point where his kiss is featherlight, sending a chill up your spine. Your heart is beating madly in your chest, a fiery mixture of nerves, of fear, of arousal...

And then you feel the head of his cock pushing against your entrance, which was swollen and wet with a desire you couldn't recall ever feeling. You bear your weight down and take him inside of you, both of you gasping as you sink down upon his length, and you rise up slightly to sit down even more fully upon him.

The sound of pleasure you make brings him closer to death than any bounty ever had. Every moment of suffering in his life was worth it if it lead to this -- feeling you stretched tightly around him, your arousal practically drenching his cock in a warm embrace as the sweet whimpers falling from your lips raise the hairs on the back of his neck. He holds you close to him, as if you couldn't be hanging on to him any tighter, and instinctively rolls his hips into you, a near pathetic moan escaping his lips. He begins to rock you gently, with his strong hands gripping your hips and guiding you to meet his motions.

And then he hears you sniffle.

He stops his motions. Had he hurt you as soon as he started to move? Or had you been thinking about that worm, and feeling regret or sadness for being touched by another man? Or was it simply Boba himself who feels wrong to you?

Boba breathes your name in desperation.

Quickly, you find yourself being pulled out of your own head. "I just feel so safe with you," you mumble honestly, bringing him into an embrace and nuzzling into his neck, ending the hardened man's miserable wondering. You hold him close and bring your hand to the back of his neck, crawling up to grasp his curls. "It's just been a lot, that's all, and I'm scared of this ending, I'm sorry--"

"Shh, ner kar'ta," he soothes, rubbing light circles on your thigh. You grind your hips against his in an attempt to continue, but his hands steady you. Moving from your hip, his large hand finds yours and envelops it. He squeezes it once, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand, before guiding your palm up to his chest to sit above his heart. His chest burns hot beneath your palm, and the steady vibrations of his heartbeat ground you.

You breathe deeply. Fuck, here is this gorgeous man literally sheathed inside of you, after you had wanted this for so long, and here you go ruining it, you think to yourself.

"Boba..." you sigh.

"I want you," Boba says plainly and softly. "I've wanted to be with you like this for a long time."

You nod your head and look off to the side, avoiding his eyes, but his hand comes to your cheek to steady you. "I am not him and I never will be. And if I ever am to hurt you, I will hand you that blaster sitting in my holster and ask you take my life," he says, gesturing with his head towards the heap of his armor sitting on the floor.

Those words could make you scoff coming from anyone else. But from Boba Fett? It was just crazy enough and just an honorable enough gesture to make you believe him. Boba Fett.... now that was a man of his word.

You take his remaining hand sitting on your hip, and guide it along your body, over your breast, and to sit on your heart. Your hearts beat in tandem, drumming, pounding in both of your ears. He remains sheathed inside of, his cock beginning to return to its throbbing hardness, and for a moment in time, you stay there like that, feeling as if your two beings had become one.

You finally surrender yourself fully, just like you wanted to, the way you want to abandon all thoughts and fears and just surrender to pleasure.

You let Boba Fett take you completely. You let him reach into the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of you, and despite the tension you feel in your body, the way your fluttering cunt struggles to fit him, the way you're squeezing him and almost instinctively pulling away from how intense the pleasure is... you somehow push that all away and allow your body to mold around his veiny girth that pushes against your cervix.

He feels your surrender. His cock throbs at the mere idea of your body being his to enjoy fully, and he rocks you onto him at the pace of his own enjoyment. Not being one to surrender to alcohol, Boba feels nearly drunk on the pleasure; here it was, he had yearned for you and your body for months, and now he looks down where you are connected to see himself balls deep inside you. Boba wasn't known to come easily, but kriff, you had been pushing him to his limits.

He lifts you, his strength immense by the way he makes it seem easy, and he pulls you off of his length to turn you over on the couch. You grab the back of the couch and arch your back to expose yourself to him, nearly rabid with desire for him to take you from behind. He pushes back in, your cunt accepting him with ease from your arousal, and he continues at a punishing pace.

It's heaven. It's absolute heaven to feel stretched and at the mercy of his big, hard length, and the noises escaping your lips are primal.

"Yes, take it just like that," he growls, reaching between your legs to rub your clit. "Stars, I'm so fucking lucky to be in this pussy. Look at you, mesh'la, look how you take it. So fucking pretty. So fucking -- unggg -- good to me."

And with your eyes rolled back into your head, you come from him. His praise, his cock, it's all so overwhelming, and your legs shake as if you'd finally reached your limit.

He flips you over again to lay you on your back. He sheathes himself inside of you and continues at a more gentle pace, feeling as if he could drown in the way your pussy feels right after you've come. "I wanted this, little one, you have no idea," he whispers in your ear.

You can feel how close he is by the way his hardness pulsates. You take his head between your hands and gaze into his dark eyes, moving your hips to urge him along. "Just come inside me. I want it. I want you to be inside of me like that," you whisper. "Fill me, Boba."

And suddenly the most fearsome bounty hunter becomes putty in your hands, releasing himself, and falling limp on top of you. You each lie there panting, sweaty, and completely satiated, and with a knowing look, you kiss once more as if to cement this budding love.