#boba fet

[lbibliophile-sw]

Look. The date was supposed to just be milkshakes and a movie or something. But they got half way through ordering and realised neither of them have any credits on them. So Boba needs to make some quick money before the film starts.

Silly idea I doodled rapidly

[queen-bethia]

[lbibliophile-sw]

But imagine this happening literally in the minutes before Order 66. So now you have Boba and Caleb on the run together.

📓

Okay, I had to consider this and pick out a good one:

Towards the end of the war, Boba Fett hits upon the perfect bait to lure Mace Windu into a trap: the Jedi’s brand new padawan, stumbling right off a battlefield and too injured to realize his "new friend" is anything other than a random kid his own age.

Unfortunately, Boba's entire spur-of-the-moment plan comes together so fast he neglects to double-check that Caleb Dume is, in fact, Windu’s padawan, as opposed to being one lineage-generation removed.

Depa swiftly corrects this oversight.

[neon-junkie]

Saw ur requests are open and I was wondering if uuuuh, you could do an afab trying to deep throat Boba? 👉👈

Boba can be sweet and nasty at the same time.

Words of affirmation, whilst degrading the fuck out of you.

"You're trying so hard to take me all, it's adorable." and "Taking such a large load for such a little princess."

He knows how to get your head spinning and heart thumping, and you've not even taken your clothes off yet!

The idea to suck him off whilst he's seated in his pilot chair was your idea, and this isn't the first time that you've got down and dirty on his ship.

A flick of some buttons, and Boba is telling you "the ship is stable," through the buzz of his helmet. His head tilts downwards, T-visor locked onto you, wedged between his knees under the dashboard.

Layer after layer of clothing comes off Boba's lower half, and you silently curse him out for wearing so much. His erect cock becomes more and more visible the more you peel away, and soon, you have his tanned length in the palm of your hand, solid and eager for your mouth.

Whilst Boba is a giver, he takes a lot of pleasure in seeing you like this - needy, desperate, and struggling to fix him down your throat.

"Take it easy, little one," he calls out, and you pull off with a pop! to meet his hidden gaze. "An inch at a time, sweetheart. Don't want you to break your jaw."

"Yes, Sir," you meekly reply, and begin focusing on his tip.

You start with kitten licks, which soon turns into you sucking the tip. Your hand wraps around the base, but you don't pump him - all you need for this is your mouth, and later, your throat.

Just as Boba ordered, you focus on him one inch at a time. You listen to your body, to the ache of your jaw, to your gag reflex. You learn how to work with them, rather than against them, and when your nose finally brushes against the base of Boba's cock, he's the one who's seeing stars.

"That's it," a breathy sigh escapes him. "Atta girl, Princess. Just like I told you, one inch at a time."

You can't hold him in your throat for long, a few seconds here and there, but the gesture is more than enough.

Boba is gentle as he holds your hair off your face, and you can tell by his grip alone that he's holding back from slamming into you. This is your time to shine, and he's happy to go at your pace.

Needless to say, Boba is somewhat embarrassed when he orgasms early (or far earlier than he'd hoped for.) Still, he gives you warning, and you let out a surprised, "hm?!" before feeling his cum his the back of your throat.

Now, it's your turn to tease him. Enjoy the moment, whilst it lasts, before Boba gets his revenge through returning the favour.

[writtenbyplato]

guy that has to self-soothe overstimulation (that is just from playing a roblox game that was too long and full of tasks) by listening to the same erb tracks over and over and over and over

[knchr]

STAR WARS THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT RETRO COLLECTION: TUSKEN WARRIOR

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[horatio-fig]

Finally, FINALLY, after years of begging, wearing a shirt asking the big questions, even writing a (unhinged) fic about them…we finally have detailed pics of Zebs feet…

Look at those glorious grippers! A little bit of tlc on those crusty lil toenails and yer man’s walking around with some serious money makers. 

I just can’t believe the ”Garazeb Orrelios feet pics when?" Shirt worked 😭 What should I campaign for next? Gungan Girl Bathwater? Boba Fet-Life? Babu FREAK?

[bobafettfanclub]

Boba Fett's cape was initially considered as a Western-style poncho in 1978 concept art and pre-production tests, but later seen on the animated screen in the 2010 "The Clone Wars" series (Season 2 Episode 21) From left to right: undated Ralph McQuarrie concept art, Joe Johnston "Boba Fet" sketch in June 1978, Bruce Nicholson in the PP1 costume circa 1978 modeled for Johnston, unattributed official Young Boba concept art circa 2010, and the PP1 photographed by Jim Swearingen in July 1978

[chasehollow-doodletour]

Not art but she is Boba Fet

That's all

[sejanuspiinth]

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[st-just]

Star Wars 1941 - Boba Fet by giorgio baroni

[ddeck]

they boba fetted thrawn's music theme

[marmidas]

Even if everyone’s mood was pretty somber, Spooky Day came and went and at least Taku got to kiss Boba Fet (and who hasn’t had that on their wishlist)

[nieithryn]

I emerge from my hidey-hole on this fine night to remind y'all that Boba has a little brother that is genetically his son, and yet is a more responsible human being than him (or at least luckier about what he's responsible FOR), and who is the most Normal Fett to have ever Fetted.....except he's a Freeman.

Anyway, random sleep-deprived Liz reminder that Connor Freeman is the most normal, well-adjusted Fett ever, and I love him.

Also reminder he correctly realized that he could hire Boba for 3 credits, and did.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann. Boba Fett holding onto the Sand Beast, while saving a child of the Sand People, on Tatooine. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Stranger in a Strange Land.

Din Djarin stood there, looking over Grogu’s tiny shoulders watching his son and apprentice sketch. He’d done that dozens, if not hundreds, of times. The amazing child, who came into his life and flipped upside down with a single ‘coo’, loved to document everything he interacted with in sketches and drawings. 

They weren’t all the same quality. And the Mandalorian was certain that’s why there were so many of them. Quantity could resolve issues that skill hadn’t been able to address yet. The only time he didn’t enjoy this part of their time together is when they had to down select images for placement on the preserver. Then the arguments (Greef Karga would have called them discussions) were often repetitious and frustrating. 

“Grogu, we already have a sketch of the Razor Crest on the preserver. Do you want to take the old one down and put the new one in its place?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to take the down the sketch you did of Fennec when the Majordomo gave her that box from Peli that ended up having a dead womp rat in it?”

“No.”

“Then which picture is coming down?”

“No.”

Why Karga ever gave the kid that button, the Mandalorian would never really understand or forgive. He really preferred being coo’d at or chattered at or even growled at. But that mechanical ‘no’ in IG-11’s voice was just too much. 

“Okay. Have it your way, kid. The new one can’t go up there.”

The Mandalorian remembered the first time he made that argument with Grogu. The little guy seemed to deflate and his ears drooped and he shuffled off to beg clutching the pile of drawings he thought could go the surface of something smaller than an astro-mech. He had hoped the disappointment would help his apprentice appreciate that hard decisions were necessary. He had hoped. 

The next morning when he entered Grogu’s room to wake him up so they could head out to scout more of the old Imp Base on Nevarro, he realized abruptly just how wrong he had been. Grogu had taped, pastes, fastened, and some how stuck, every one of those drawings on the walls, floor, doors, and ceiling of his small room. 

“Buddy! How are you going to move around the room without damaging all these things?” Din Djarin had asked from the doorway, annoyed and secretly proud of Grogu’s ingenuity. 

Grogu opened his eyes wide, grinned a toothy grin, and held up one hand and proceeded to float from the bed to the dresser so he could claim his coverall. Then he floated back to the bed. 

Dank Farrik! Of course the kid could use the Force! Not just could, had. He had used the Force all night long to get everything just right. Just right until he drew just one more sketch and now it all had to be redone. Fortunately, IG-11-M stopped by with some protectors for the drawings and Grogu spent a happy afternoon organizing them while the bounty hunter cooled his beskar covered heels on the front porch. No one wanted him to damage any of the artworks with bootprints. 

He looked more closely at this latest drawing and began to chuckle. 

“Buddy, is that the sand-beast Fett told you about the last time we were on Tatooine?”

Grogu nodded his head but stayed focused on the artwork he was busy creating. 

“Did Fett actually show you any vids of the critters when he told you about the one he saved the Tusken kid from?”

Grogu turned away from the paper to stare at him, a frown creasing his brow.

“Sorry. Sand People. When he saved the child of the Sand People tribe who adopted him.”

Tuskens vs Sand People was an argument the Mandalorian had last a long time ago and even with Grogu’s consistent reinforcement he still slipped up from time to time. 

Grogu shook his head ‘no’. Whew. A head shake. That was much better than hearing the button say ‘No, No, No, No’. 

“I see. I think we should consider saving this one for Daimyo Fett and bring it to him the next time we go to Tatooine. I’m certain it would look great in the throne room. You can give it to him for his next naming day.”

Grogu looked up at him smiling and hit the other button.

“Yes.”

The Mandalorian chuckled again. 

“Good. I’m sure he’ll enjoy it. And Fennec too. When you’re done how ‘bout we go catch some frogs and I’ll tell you stories about training with the Flying Corps?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be on the front porch when you’re ready.”

Din Djarin wondered if Grogu could sense his amusement at the way the drawing was turning out or not. It was hard to tell. He tried hard not to laugh at things that weren’t quite perfect. Grogu put so much work into them. But he really wondered if Fett understood that in telling Grogu about that very dramatic incident in his life he was setting the boy’s imagination on fire? The Mandalorian doubted it. Otherwise, the sandbeast would have only had it’s customer one head, six appendages, and no tail. The one he’d inspired had three heads, at least twelve appendages, and no fewer than seven tails. It also looked like it was wearing beskar armor of some sort. Additionally, Fett himself looked to be about the size of scurrier in a flight pack. 

It might not be accurate, but it more than made up for that with a triple helping of drama and wasn’t that what you wanted from a good story, no matter what form it took? The boy who wore beskar armor sure did.

Happy Father’s Day to all who take on that role. May the Force be with you.