#bo katan cosplay

[drawingsbynicole]

They walk both worlds. 🏳️‍🌈

http://instagram.com/nicolesloanphoto ✨

[outfoxedmulderr]

[bronzebraids-cosplay]

[d-mills2012]

Went to comic con today.... ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mothinasweater]

BAD HELMET! ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE! >:(

[katbirdy]

"Mandalorians have been in exile from our homeward for far too long."

I am so ready to see more of Bo Katan's wrongs in season 3.

I love this cosplay it was a long time in the making and takes elements from all of her misc appearances thru Clone Wars, Rebels, and The Mandolorian. Because yanno fuck accuracy.

Photos adoylible

Cosplay by me (Instagram/Twitter)

[bo-katanfangirling]

Hiiiiii! I'm new here and just looking for other people to talk with about my lady and my QUEEN: Ms. Bo-Katan Kryze!!

[geekyboymom]

My first big cosplay of 2023 is done! She’s awesome!

[pauldiannosharlot]

Imma leave if up to tumblr, Do I look Like Bo Katan? Someone at a baseball game said i did 😂

[slowpenguin]

[t65flyer]

🤔 needs more hood… and poncho. And armor. And flight suit. And… okay I guess I’m building this cosplay.

[drawingsbynicole]

I started taking pictures again this year, and I wanted to share some here! I wanted to do a sapphic The Armorer and Bo Katan and these two ladies helped make that a reality. You can find more on Instagram under http://instagram.com/nicolesloanphoto ✨

[outfoxedmulderr]

First time suiting up as Bo Katan!! Need to make some adjustments but I’ll be ready for Halloween! 💙😇

[mothinasweater]

as promised i made star wars rebels accurate westar-35 dual blasters for bo-katan kryze!

art is suffering but my only suffering is my unsteady hands trying to paint these things... and here is the original design drafting sketch as well.

so many blurry screen caps were used to get this...

[june-girl-86]

😂

[questforgalas]

Yeah I’m down bad for Bo

Rough and Sweet

Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze x Fem!Reader Rating: 18+ ONLY Word Count: 1.3K Summary: Mandalorian Season 3 Ep 1 SPOILERS. When Din leave Kalevala, you and Bo-Katan have a ... discussion on the throne. A/N: The chokehold this image has over me ... going to be thinking about it for DAYS. YEARS. Also available on AO3

Bo-Katan was different lately. 

You noticed the changes slowly at first: a few more hours lying in bed in the morning, a bit later to sleep at night.

As, one by one, her once loyal followers abandoned her in search of something more, things only got worse. The hours in bed grew longer, her time sulking in the throne room became more frequent.

In the dawn of the New Republic, the galaxy was moving forward, towards a new purpose. But Bo-Katan’s purpose had always been, would always be, Mandalore. 

With the Darksaber lost to a person she actually respected, a person she refused to fight, that purpose was diminishing. You knew because you watched it happen, continue to watch it happen, from your place beside her on Kalevala, the only person who has never left her side.

Bo-Katan’s purpose is Mandalore, yes, but your purpose is a Beskar-clad red head who is currently lounging on the Kryze throne, wallowing in a self-hatred that has become all too familiar to your eyes.

“You’re doing it again,” you sigh as you watch Din Djarin’s starship disappear into the atmosphere.

When she doesn’t answer, doesn’t so much as move, you turn to face her, eyebrow raised. Bo-Katan only leans further into the throne, avoiding your gaze.

“I told you. If you cannot accept this is how I am now, then you should leave.” She lays her head back, red hair such a stark contrast to the dark of the throne. “Leave like everyone else has.”

You roll your eyes as you walk toward her. This attitude of hers is nothing new. She gets like this when she’s reminded of the promises she hasn’t been allowed to keep, of the world and the people who always seem to slip just past her grasp. No one loves Mandalore like the stubborn, frustrating woman before you. It just doesn’t always love her back.

That is exactly where your work is needed.

“And I told you that I would follow you anywhere.” You place a hand against her cheek, lean down to whisper against her lips. “Even if it’s only to remind you of who you are.”

For a single moment, Bo-Katan stiffens under your touch. You wonder if she’ll turn away from you the way she has so many times since her mission with Din. But just as you’re about to pull back, she raises one hand to keep yours close, another to grip onto your hip and guide you forward to straddle her muscular thigh. 

Her voice is strained when she speaks, as if reigning herself in. “And who am I?”

“You are Bo-Katan Kryze.” You sit down fully, grind your cunt forward and back with just enough pressure to momentarily satiate the ache between your legs. The action results in you only wanting more. Still, you have more to say.

“Mandalore runs through your veins.” Bo-Katan’s hand grips harder onto your hip, her fingers pressing bruises into your flesh and you gasp your next words into her mouth, just out of reach. “You are its protector. Its redemption. Its—”

“Look at me.”

You blink your eyes open, uncertain when they had even slipped closed. Bo-Katan stares up at you, her head tilted, a fire in her gaze you haven’t seen in quite some time. Your hand, long since fallen from her cheek, rests on her armored chest. Bitting your lip, you trace the edges of the Beskar plate to the side, unfasten the clasps. 

The only movement Bo-Katan makes is in the push and pull of her arms as they continue to grind your cunt harder onto her thigh. She doesn’t help you with the armor, but you don’t need it. This terrain is plenty familiar.

When her breasts are free from the armor, the steady thrusts of her arms pushing them together then apart under her tunic, Bo-Katan finally moves. She pulls you forward just enough so that her chest is pressed firmly against yours. Her thigh jerks up in the process, ripping a ragged moan from your throat at the jolt of pleasure piercing up your body.

Normally you like to take your time with her breasts. Cup them in your hands, suck their nipples into stiff peaks as you force your name to tumble out of her mouth — tit for tat, really. But its been so long since Bo-Katan has wanted you like this, you’re not about to complain.

“You want to remind me of who I am?” Another jerk, and this time you almost cry. “Answer me, love,” she whispers against your cheek, her breath and her words sending warmth straight to your core.

You nod frantically, breathing out a “yes” that sounds more like a whine.

“Then show me what I do to you.” One hand lets go of your hip to lay a stinging slap across your ass. “Show me how well I take care of you with nothing but this fucking thigh.”

Your pace increases, the vast hall echoing your desperate pleas back to you.

“Fuck,” you grit your teeth against a particularly strong wave of heat, grinding harder, searching for it again as it fades. “Bo, fuck.”

She watches you squirm, eyebrows pinched like she wants to remember this, you begging for her. “That’s it, mesh’la.” 

You nearly come right then.

Bo-Katan hasn’t spoken in your native tongue in a while now, resisting every time you try to coax it out of her. If letting her let you ride her to orgasm is what finally gets through to her, you’ll never let her live it down. So typical of her arrogant ass.

But that’s something to think about later. Much later when you’re not so close to the brink of devastating pleasure. When you can’t feel how soaked your pants are, can’t see the darkening patch on Bo’s thigh when you look down.

You clinch around her, entire body shaking as you creep closer and closer and closer until Bo pushes your face into the crook of her neck and says on a taunting chuckle, “Such a good girl aren’t you?”

You lose track of your movements, lose track of time and space as you grip onto Bo’s shoulders, her words repeating in your mind. Good girl good girl good girl. 

You grind down once, twice. On the third thrust you cave forward, her arms keeping you safe on her thigh, your vision full of fucking stars. It’s a blinding light so painfully and wholly perfect you almost don’t realize that you’ve bitten down on Bo’s neck until she’s gripping your hair on a hiss and pulling you back.

You stare at each other, chests heaving, and you try to resist the urge to grind down on her again. She smirks, raisies a hand to trace the mark you’ve left on her neck.

“I didn’t tell you to bite me.”

“Poor thing,” you rasp. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” 

It’s a sarcastic response to a sarcastic comment, but it gets you what you want nevertheless. Bo moves her other leg, finally sitting all the way up so she can jerk you across her lap instead of just her thigh. She runs her hands up your sides and places a kiss of her own to the hollow of your throat. Rough and sweet all in one measure.

“Don’t you think Mandalore’s redemption deserves more than just a kiss?”

It was the closest she would ever come to begging, to admitting you were right, and you relish in it, carding your fingers through her short silky hair. “Would a fuck suffice?”

When she carries you into another room where there’s a bed and a shower and more space to play, you wonder if you’ve finally seen the return of one Bo-Katan Kryze.