#a real life brat

[yaolmao]

simp

[kennico]

“if you don’t return, i’ll chase you to the ends of the earth!”

[quiet-admirer]

Yeah, I'm a lazy feeder and a bit of a brat, but your heavy, round belly boasts that you're more than up to the challenge. Your size is proof for all to see what a skilled dom you are: you obviously keep me on a tight leash - have me at your beck and call to fulfill your every need and more. How else could you have gotten so massively soft with a sub like me, who isn't even any good at being obedient? Yet here I am, catering to your every whim with cooked meals and snacks all day, and at the end of every night, letting you lord the results over me: throwing your weight around and making sure I know who it was that got me to put all those pounds on you.

[god-i-hope-so]

I don't even have to look too far to block troublemakers in this fandom. I just have to go browse the bucktommy tag and they post their BuckTommy break-up posts in it.

Thanks for the easy block, guys. I'm not sure what you're trying to achieve but it's a good way to display your immaturity.

[canislupusangelus]

[arabian-batboy]

I don't know what you call this specific genre of characters, but I absolutely love them.

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

I swear, Nellie has this sixth sense for teasing me at the worst moments. Like today, I brushed against some nettles on our walk — just a tiny sting — and she leaned in all close, smirking, "You sure you’re not enjoying this a bit too much? Are you wet again, Sammy? You really can't help yourself, can you?"

Like, come on! She knows damn well that those things wouldn’t normally get to me. But she says it with that glint in her eye, that deep, sexy voice… And I melt.

[mxwhore]

[jrueships]

nobody will understand My brat bottom stef agenda, when it's literally right here

[dcddyslvt]

being his princess everywhere but knowing that at home you are his personal whore = 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

[acatalystrising]

Okay, so there’s been SO MUCH lovely Boba content lately, and it has been giving me SO many thots! So many, in fact, I simply must share some of them here. And by some, I mean specifically dom, brat tamer!Boba thots. So you’ve been warned. Hehe.

@daimyosprincess @thirsty-boba-fett-posts and @marierg - ALL of you are responsible (in all the best ways I love you guys bunchesss) so feel free to jump in here if you wish hehe, as well as anyone else who is interested!

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI.

• I just KNOW Daimyo Boba could handle a brat. Yes, he’s a bit older (like that’s really going to stop him) and more scarred. But, but…that man is not built like the broadside of a barn with a voice like liquid sin for no reason. Boba likes a good challenge, always has, and that definitely would still be the case for the bedroom.

• He would secretly love the fact that you feel safe enough with him to push your luck. He knows of his reputation - hell, he forged it that way on purpose. You are safe with him, and he with you, something that has been built over time. And because if this, you absolutely would test his patience and push every button you could to get a rise out of him. And oh boy, do you get a rise.

• Boba likes you feisty. He likes it when you fight back. Boba is equal parts gentle and rough - a duality that can swing either direction depending on the moment. But when he gets rough…you’d better expect there to be marks. Small bruises, hickeys, you name it. But only if you want. In this case, you do. You love carrying his marks, little reminders to you and everyone else that you are his alone.

• And you better bet that Boba knows how to tame a brat. You think you’ve got the upper hand? Wrong. The man was a bounty hunter for years. There is no way you get in and out of that profession without a few kinks. (Or a lot.) Binders? Pressure points? Restraint? Bingo. But his greatest weapon in this sort of situation is something you initially underestimated and are now dearly paying for…his voice.

• Boba is a KING at dirty talk. The man loves making you squirm, and he knows you have a thing for his voice (how could you not?) and shamelessly uses that to his full advantage.

• So how could this all play out? I’m glad you asked. Here’s a little snippet below, feel free to add your thots!

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“Think you’re so clever now, princess?”

A sharp whine bubbled from your lips even as you struggled underneath him, panting breaths fogging his visor. His grip on your arms tightened as he pulled them further over your head, big hands not giving you an ounce of wiggle room to escape.

“Oh, come on, I was just teasing.” You swallowed, but it felt like your heart was working it’s way up your throat. “You don’t seriously think I’m just going to give up without a-”

Boba shifted both of your wrists to one hand, the other removing his helmet with a hiss, then slipping around your throat. You were caged beneath him, underwear already soaked, his weight pressing you into the bed. And his hand at your throat? You could barely string a sentence together.

“Keep talking and your punishment will only be worse.” His breath was hot on your ear, lips mere centimeters from your skin. He caressed your throat with a lone finger, and you shivered. “You want kisses? Want me to fuck you senseless?”

You nodded, sweat beading on your forehead, a moan ripping from your throat when he licked your ear, nibbling on it with a growl.

“Mesh’la,” his eyes found yours - they were sinfully dark, commanding. A cunning smirk curved on his lips like a knife. “Use your words.”

“Oh gods, just fuck me,” you wriggled beneath him, purposefully shifting so your thighs rubbed against his swelling erection. Two could play this game, after all. “You win. Fuck me.”

But Boba Fett, damn him, only shook his head with a cluck of his tongue, lowering his face to the crook of your neck. He pinned you with ease, stopping even the slightest of squirms, yet again reminding you exactly how kriffing strong he was, and who you were dealing with.

As if you could ever forget.

“Use your manners. Only good girls get what they want,” his tone was teasing, dripping with mirth, victory, and something altogether deadly. He pressed a kiss to your pulse point. “What’ll it be? Can my little brat say please?”

You whined - maker, kriffing, whined. A war waged in your flustered brain between the urge to push back and the desire for him to fill you. Boba chuckled, licking a stripe up your neck.

“Aww, can’t use your words, hmm?” He shifted to pull away with an indifferent shrug. “Well that’s too bad.”

Oh maker no. He wouldn’t.

He would.

“No, wait!” You leaned forward, cheek pressing against his chest armor with a whimper. “Please, I…I’ll be good. I won’t cause any more trouble. Just…fuck me. Please please fuck me. I can’t, can’t…”

Boba smirked down at you, absolutely relishing his effect on you, and moved his hand at your throat to your cheek.

“Oh, poor thing,” his tone was absolutely dripping with pseudo mockery as he gave your cheek a pinch. “So flustered you can’t think? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Boba, please…” you squeezed your eyes shut, breaths nearly a sob. “Please, please, I need you. Need you so bad.”

“Hmm, well,” Boba’s eyes flashed predatory in the dark, lips curving in a victorious grin. “If you insist.”

His hand on your cheek slid down your body and between your legs, and he chuckled when he felt the evidence of your arousal at his fingertips.

“Poor little princess,” he kissed you, keeping you pinned down, fingers circling your clit. “So needy. So desperate. All for me.”

“Y-yes, all for you,” you tried to nod, words choking to moans when he slipped one of his thick digits inside you. “Only you.”

You were so wet you could hear the slick of his fingers against your flesh, Boba’s heartbeat thundering in your ears, his breaths ragged - hot and needy and desperate. You once again found yourself marveling at his restraint. How he could hold himself back at all was a…

He slipped a second finger inside you, curling them to your stomach, striking that devastating spot inside you with such accuracy it had you wriggling beneath him with a loud cry. Pleasure grew like a furnace, steadily growing hotter and hotter, until it overflowed in a spray of fiery sparks and phthalo phosphorescence - all captured in your guttural cry as you careened over the edge.

When you finally came back to your senses, Boba was holding you close to his chest, his beskar blissfully cool against your burning skin. He ran a gentle hand through your hair, chuckling when you leaned into his touch.

“Ahh,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, tone low, teasing. “So she can be a good girl after all.”

You halfheartedly grumbled, cheeks heating in a wild blush, and curled against him with a sigh. A rumbling chuckle reverberated through his chest as he cupped your chin, directing your gaze at his.

“Catch a breath, little one,” he kissed you once, then twice, then again, mouth searingly hot like a branding iron. “Because I’m not through with you, yet.”

[agoodgirlhasnoname]

I will put up with an ungodly amount of bullshit if you’re 6’4”+ (193.04+ cm) and have a huge d*ck. This is purely a scientific fact at this point in my life. 🥴

[master-of-woven-dreams]

The Power of the Sub

One of the first things that stuck out to me when I became a dom was the power dynamic between sub and dom. On the surface, the dom has a lot of power. Depending on the dynamic, they take charge in the bedroom, help and/or make decisions for their sub, and/or enforce rules that have been set, and then back those rules up with the appropriate punishment if they are broken.

However, if the relationship is done correctly, the dynamic is not a transfer of power, but rather an exchange of it.

In exchange for a lot of showy privileges, the dom becomes the reactor. The sub gains a lot of soft power in that they can do what they like and it is up to the dom to react appropriately. A sub may poke and prod to gain a reaction or seek attention, and if the dom chooses not to pay attention or respond, it can sour the dynamic. When the sub breaks a rule, whether on accident or on purpose, it is the obligation of the dom to address the incident however they deem appropriate. A dom maintaining control sacrifices a part of their own agency for the good of the sub and their dynamic.

In addition, the dom has to be keenly aware of their sub’s tastes, boundaries, and goals. A proper dom cannot be selfish to the point that they abuse and/or neglect their sub. The dom is the sub’s caretaker, and while a sub may allow their dom to be rough or harsh with them, it must not be done with malicious intent, but rather with the goal of realizing the sub’s own goals and fantasies.

This does not mean the dom isn’t allowed to play out their own wants and desires, they are encouraged to, but they have to keep a close eye on their sub and be ready to stop or change what they are doing if it becomes too much for the sub.

[virgo-barbie]

daddy i want to go make my lips bigger now… today!!! i don’t care that we’re spending 10k on my new boobies in a couple of weeks, my lips need to match!!!

[sirdaddydomalu]

So it begins, I have fallen in love for the first time in many years. The story begins with me looking on a dating app. That night I wasn’t looking for anything particular I was just swiping left and right and I found someone I thought was really adorable so I sent a heartfelt message to them. We ended up matching and we ended up exchanging info.

The next day she was having an emotional breakdown, crying and sobbing. She’s so lone, and that her ex that she trusted harmed her and she gave everything to him. And I spent the next several hours trying to calm her down and telling her that everything was going to be OK and I told her that if she feels this way suicidal I’ll be there for her. I’ll take her out anytime.

The thing about her that startled me the most was that this would be the second time I have heard her voice and her crying. This got me very curious about who she was. So that I she calm down just a bit.

Next time we plan to meet up at a park and just have a walk. I go to her house to pick her up. Soon as I saw her. I was in disbelief. She was a little rough on the edges of the constant crying. But she was the most beautiful person in my entire life that I have witnessed with my own eyes. As soon as she started speaking, my mind, collapsed. And I went from calm and collected. To a nervous wreck. And we spent time together at the park. It was quiet and just us warming up to each other. Eventually, we were going back to go get some water. And I said to myself I want to spend more time with her. So I said let’s go to the mall. This would be my first time going to the mall with someone that I’m interested. I have no idea what to do. I make it up as I go.

So I decided let’s just walk around, so we threw the Jesse Penney isles and eventually we get to Sephora and I say to her let’s check it out I want to know what kind of make up you enjoy. I just wanted to know some things, so maybe I could buy her some things here on and surprise her. And she quoted the stuff is too expensive. Just buy something from the pharmacy. So we kept walking and we got to the jewelry asile. Struck me the most. But she only worked at the modest jewelry that was under $20. Part of me felt that she’s never gotten anything nice. I’m not stuck in my mind.

So we kept walking and going through stores just looking through things, I made some humors comments and some funny gestures on recent events that happened to her. We went to go get food. She vomited I gave her water. And I told her to go to the arcade. I got her points so we could try to winsome teddy bears and she she got one and I got one and I want her to keep them.

This is where I tell her let’s go sit down so she could wrestle little bit and I don’t learn more about her. I make her tell me her life story what happened to her? How did he hurt her? I wanted to see all the bruises on her body.

The more we sat in front of each other I started gaze at her a lot. The more and the more I looked at her. More beautiful she became. This time around I wanted to reach for her hands to hold them. And I did. She was so beautiful with her glasses I was starstruck. I actually wanted to cry really bad. At that moment, I decided that I would do anything to keep her. This is just a rough summary. There is a lot of details. Missing a lot of things I didn’t say I’m just writing this tonight so I can come back and edit it the next day or the next day after.

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

Nellie knows exactly how to push my buttons — she always does! I’m laying there, already teetering on the edge of bratty defiance, and she drops that bomb: “No speaking, not even a word, or you fail.”

Oh god, the second I hear it... She’s got that playful glint in her eyes, and just to twist the knife a little deeper, she throws in a little jab. Something just mean enough to make me want to lash out, to talk back, to break that damn rule she’s laid down.

But I can’t. I won’t.

It’s like I’m this high - pressure balloon, all my bratty energy just swelling up inside me, ready to explode. But I try to keep it together. I have to. Not because I don’t want to snap, but because I want to prove I can do it.

My nails dig into my palms, my teeth practically cutting through my lip, but I keep quiet.