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The Portrait ~ part two ~ Boba x F Reader

Plot: You, a daughter of a former bounty captured by Boba Fett, are asked to paint a portrait of the new Daimyo although you despise him you can't help notice the growing tension. 🖤Enemies to Lovers 🖤

Warnings: second person narration, no y/n, age gap (reader is mid-twenties, Boba is early fourties’ canonically ), lots of petnames (Little one & Old Man), praise kink, rough smut, bathroom smut, fingering, light hand on throat.

Word count: 5.7k

Masterlist part one

🔞no minors allowed🔞

Maybe part three, feeling spicy about Boba right now.

Boba watched you walk away leaving a trail of vanilla fragrance in your wake strong enough he didn't need to see you to follow you. He was thinking about the look in your eyes the shared expression of desire but your words conflicting. He closed his eyes feeing the raise and fall of his chest wondering if you really meant it or if you were baiting him into following. This is my fucking town. Attempting to be discreet he followed after you at a distance, finding you didn't go to a cantina but to the edge of the town staring into out into the vastness of sand. He prompt himself up against a building watching you and the sand if any creature emerged ready to terminate it if it even looked at you.

You felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck realizing he probably followed you anyway, you groaned. Can't I have a moment of privacy? Would he follow if I walked into the sand? Probably the Tusken's are out there and whatever else. You grabbed handful of sand watching it trickle through your fingers, before tossing the rest into the air watching it resettle below. You groaned picking yourself up, Just go to bed and work longer on it so you can leave but if only paint had been so simple to comply. He might not be the monster you thought him out to be and he’s insanely charming but everything catches up.

"Ride?" You heard him ask from the shadows.

"Fine."

You opted to drive again so you didn't have to touch him but the moment his hands found your hips you almost stopped breathing. Maker, do I want to fuck you or kill you. The answer should be simple. You were thankful he still had his helm on so you didn't have to feel the warmth of his breath against you but the warmth of his body and the closeness made up for it somehow. You practically jumped off of it after arriving back at the palace before he even had time to fully remove his hands feeling them accidentally trace down your ass as he pulled away. You briskly walked to your room his shadow in tow, thankfully he went into his own room when you went into yours. Striping down you found a few new things in your closet with a scowl until your fingers found the tailored pants. Angrily you ripped it off the hanger and put in the floor of the closet slamming it. You opted for your silk pants and shirt, climbed into bed wondering how much longer you could stand to be around him.

Boba went for his usual patrol in the morning greeting those in the streets as the suns began to rise. He knew that to help keep the peoples respect he needed to be seen keeping the place safe but his mind was distracted wondering how he could make it up to you. Bring her the sender but that goes against the code. The code that kept the guild strong and the one rule that Bossk shoved down my throat growing up more then any other. He knew there was only two people he could ask their opinion mattered to him and he resigned himself to asking, pulling off the normal route heading back home.

"Something wrong, Boba?" Fennec asked pulling her riffle off her shoulder.

He raised his hand motioning her to relax, "I have a moral dilemma, walk with me," he said heading away from the guards around the palace.

"Must be important," she chirped following after him.

"I want to serve her the man who ordered the bounty on her father on a silver platter," he admitted, "to see if it... make the rest of her stay tolerable."

"You were paid to forget," she said eyeing him, "but are you technically retired unless you have plans I'm not aware of," she added, "although it could cause some... problems if your caught."

"I'll just have to keep my hands clean then," Fennec was smart enough to catch a double meaning, "It be be a shame if I was set off world for... supplies."

"Speaking of which, I do happen to acquire some more fire power for if the Pykes ever return."

"I'll see what I can do."

Boba smiled finally taking off his helmet and continued walking. He stared down at the helmet, What would you have done, father? I should honor the Guild code yet I should offer him to her for my honor for what I did. He sighed wishing this particular woman wasn't so difficult. He thought of man kissing you and what he was going to do and it made his temper flare again. This is the right decision. He was sure of that, the flame of his father burned in him and his blood was boiling means there was only one opinion to fix it. He stood at one of the many windows wondering how many other things did he have to mend both within himself and for the sake of his honor.

Tapping woke you, your eye's slit open seeing it was dark already. You groaned rolling over but the tapping continued.

"This better be important." You huffed pulling back the covers to pry open the door to glare at whoever was disturbing your reason.

"The Daimyo has a tribute for you," Fennec smiled.

"Do I need to change?"

"No but you might to want too," her smile grew bigger with the annoyance leaving your tone.

"Okay..." you said puzzled closing the door.

"On our way," Fennec spoke into her comm the moment you stepped out the door.

"Why would the Daimyo have a tribute for me?" you asked letting the curiosity get the better of you.

You looked at Fennec but she remained silent. What's going on? The wheels turning in your head made internal gear grinding noises to figure it out. Did he deem me a threat to be eliminated because I turned him down? Although the major disrespect would be reason enough. Good thing I came prepared. Fennec lead you to the throne room, motioning for you to sit on it. Your jaw unhinged and your eyebrow's shot up, you found him standing on the floor below waiting. She's serious. You cautiously walked up the steps and stepped carefully on the stone slab staring the throne and then back at him. You wouldn't show the fear or anticipation. You took a steady breath sitting on throne crossing your legs the pant slits concealing your blaster more accessible.

"I hope my tribute to you will at least mend the wounds that I caused. I too lost my dad young, it wasn't until I found home with the Tusken's that I remembered what pain that caused me."

"This is a surprise," you said leaning forward teeth bared in a grin as Kilas was dragged to the floor draped in silver colored entire, hands bound and a silver chain collared around his neck. Served on a silver platter just for me. You watched Boba take the other side of the chain from Fennec, approaching the throne but never stepping up.

He offered you the chain, "As I see it he was worth far more to you alive then dead as tempting as it was," he said eyeing the disgraced former mayor of your hometown, "I hope this returns a shred of my honor," he whispered as you took the chain.

You pulled the chain watching him squirm. You coiled the chain around your arm dragging him the lip of the throne, "It's nice to see you again," you cackled watching the color drain from his face, "I would say we're going to be great friends but I don't think you'll survive long enough."

"I think you two would have made a great team," Fennec whispered watching you feed the man's fingers to the rancor.

"At least I just disintegrated them," he said watching the scene amused, "I'm not sure if this counts as cruel and unusual punishment... for my rancor," his laughter sounding like turning on your first ship, unforgettable the memory seared into every corner of your mind, "Having fun, little one?" He called down still watching.

"At least you know I won't feed you to your rancor in your sleep, old man, this is to much fun."

Fennec raised her eyebrow wondering if it was a valid threat but dismissed it, watching you apply Bacta gel on the numbs. "Is there a point to that?" She inquired.

"When I get out of here I'm turning into the guild!" The man shouted staring at Fett.

"Unfortunately your not leaving this place," you said pointedly rubbing the Rancor's cheek, "Fett, I thank you for the gracious gesture."

Fett nodded, "I'll accept the gratitude when your business with him is concluded however you see fit."

"How noble," you said patting the man's cheek, "however I have work to do, can I throw him in the cage next to the rancor.. to keep him company?"

"The rancor would be amused," Boba replied.

You grabbed the chain and yanked him into the cage by the chain carefully pulling out your blaster and turning the temp down shooting the chain to the bars sealing him to its, "I'll see you in the morning," you purred, "Make sure your in a better mood for me or I might have to take a trophy in hope that changes your tone." You smiled like a sly loth-cat walking up the stairs enjoying the sound of his pain and begging with every step, "It's going to be a long... long day." You heard the rancor start growling at him. Neither of them try to talk to you as you walked back into your room dawning your painting attire but your heart and mind weren't in this painting right now. You couldn't get your mind off of him. You took your sketch pad out hoping that drawing it would finally let the image dissipate from behind your eyelids. Hearing the door open you quickly closes the pad and pretended to get back to painting, you glanced over seeing Boba had taken the seat next to you placing his helmet on the floor by his feet.

"Aren’t you suppose to be asleep?" You mused at him.

"You seemed to be in a better mood" he said noting the change.

"Careful maybe it won't last," you laughed, "I'm happy with one of two," then horror hit your face when he picked up the sketch book, you tried grabbing it but it was to late he found the page.

His face betrayed nothing but mild amusement in  eyes, he closed it and return it to the floor, "I'm glad I could be inspiration. I could pose next time if you'd like," he said jokingly smiling staring at the painting.

You glared at him making him look at you, "You'd like that wouldn't you," you said pulling your eyes off his hazy gaze but he didn't say anything, "man of a few words," you mumbled.

"I would."

This time you remained silent, "What emotion do you want in your eyes?" You asked.

"Surprise me."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I'm sure."

"Can you stop with the two word answers farking answers."

"Make me."

You got up and put his helmet on, shoving his chair over. You stood laughing between his legs looking down at him his back to the floor.

Boba gazed up at you through his visor, "That's it?"

You pulled the chair back up still between his legs, "I still don't like you," you said pulling the helmet off.

"I know."

You took your seat again holding the helmet in your lap, staring at it remembering the first time you saw this realizing you didn’t see the same man wearing it. You passed it back and forth between your hands before handing it back, “You giving him to me is almost irony on several fronts. I don’t see why you would care enough, I’m nothing but hostile towards you and the code is our life,” you said flatly looking at him, “It would have to be an important reason for you to do it.”

“Simple, honor.”

“That’s it?” You asked hitching an eyebrow, “I was expecting something more,” you added turning your attention back to the painting.

“Is that your question for today, why did I?” he asked examining it too.

“Yes.”

“My honor is everything but I’m a simple man. The comment from earlier that you didn’t want me too either. I don’t care about the hostility, I deserve it but being around you sends shivers down me,” he admitted, “I hope it would at let’s allow us to be… acquaintances.”

You sighed putting down the ain’t brush, that was the final straw. He eyed you as you stood up and stood before him. You wrapped your legs around the chair putting yourself in his lap kissing him. His hands still for moment stunned that you were kissing him he was expecting you to kick him out, not this. Your hands start to roam his body and his start to roam yours. A small moaned escaped you just enough to break the connection.

"I wasn't expecting that," his breath is hot against your throat. The heavy sound of need in his voice makes your heat slick even more and his fingers digging into you caused another small one to escaped. "We don't have too continue," he added pulling his hands off.

"I need this out of my system," you breathed putting your mouth on him removing the cod piece from his suit, “if we’re going to try to be… acquaintances.”

"Me too." Boba grinded into you letting you know the size of his need too sending a pulse through him at the contact of how close he was to you. He moved down your neck placing hot deep kisses tugging on each one wondering if you'd even want to remember but the marks would be there to remind you. Both of you burning without a thought in your head other then getting to feel and see the other. He scooped his arm under your ass picking you up leaving the armor peace on the ground. Neither of you stopped grasping and clawing at each other not caring who saw until he dragged you into the door way of his room.

Letting his hand leave your thighs he pulled away from your mouth, "Are you sure, absolutely sure?" He asked hesitating uncharacteristically looking at how beautiful you looked in his arm.

"Yes,” you breathed panting trying to take some steadying breaths, “or you might not get a second chance,” you add noticing the predatory glint in his eye promised you one long night causing a demanding warm pulsating need through your hips.

Even with the delay he carried you effortlessly to the edge of his bed setting you there, kicking the door sharply with his heel causing it to slam shut. His hand worked it’s way up your shirt feeling the goosebump his touched caused in one quick movement he pulled the shirt off followed by letting his armor clank to the ground. His mouth founds it way back to your neck, hot and heavy going down it just stopping at your bra line before pulling back again to look you in the eye as you tugged impatiently on the flight suit.

“So impatient, I promise it’ll be worth it,” his voice was as velvety as it was course and the flame in his eyes making the shades of brown deepen intensity was enough to make you quiet the retorting joke about his age. The gaze was intoxicating you dropped your eyes down to your cleavage with a smile feeling his eyes trail there, “and demanding” he teased.

“Is the great Boba Fett scared he’s not as good as he once was? Is that why you only admire?” You finally poke regretting it the moment it came out as he stood you up and ripped your pants and underwear down

“I’ll replace those later,” he growled picking you up and dropping you back onto the bed reddening knowing you just got even wetter. He ran his fingers up your leg letting his nails graze the bare skin soaking in the image of you laying there just for him.

You watched his pupils dilate further watching you spread your legs further for him causing a string of words to fall out of his mouth that you didn’t understand, you smirked giving him an puzzled look. He’s before you leaning over his desire with his hands squeezing the underside of your thighs pulling you to his face. You look to see the ravenous look in his face and the smirk on his lips as he slowly bring his mouth to your thighs kissing up them each kiss forcibly deliberate. You whined his touches but not touches driving you crazy.

“I want this as much as you do,” he smiled moving his mouth up your other thigh, “just wondering if I’m going to wake up before I’m done.”

“You better hurry up before I do it myself,” you breathed frustrated. The look in his face fades a little from carnal desire to show some intimacy in his features. “What?” you asked seeing the slip.

He took a breath standing up removing the suit and his underwear pulling you both up on the bed putting your head on the pillow, “I can wait a little longer on what I want to do with you, little one,” he whispered lining himself up at your entrance.

Boba traced you, stroking himself with the wetness that was seeping out letting his tip rack up your clit causing a small grunt to come out at the sensation. You looked up to see that the carnal looked had fully returned. He stared at you pinning your legs open with his deliciously rough hands. He took another stroke in stride feeling your lips open to him and the tip pressed into the knot cause your hips to grind back into him. He lined himself back up slowly pressing the tip into you groaning as felt your walls drag against him trying to adjust to his size. Your fingers dug into his arm as he pressed himself fully into you bottoming out bringing your hips together. You closed your eyes from a moment, the sensation sending signals scattering through out your body. Your eyes opened back up when you felt his hands move off your legs leaving them tender without the pressure of his touch. One hand planted it’s self by your head gripping the sheets and the other right below your belly button.

“Next time the artist becoming the focus for once,” he growled in your ear smashing his mouth against yours, biting your lip and sucking on it gently before positioning himself up. He gently stroked himself inside you lazily moving his fingers to your clit circling it with the usually light tug but slow lying down every time you started getting loud nearing the edge before the sensation deflated. After a couple times he saw you glaring at him, “Punishment for bringing up I’m older then you.” You looked down him admiring the scars on his face and across his body wishing you could use them to rack your body against. Your mouth wished it could trace the muscles outlining his figure chiseled his arms and legs like stone.

“But I like older, if you remember,” you reminded smugly, “or do I need to go out and remind you,” you tsked at him. Your throat let out an unrestrained moan as he quickly pulled out and slammed into you giving you an idea of his strength and how much he was holding back.

“Say that again and I’m binding you to my bed.”

Your moaning picked up as the ferocity of his pounding didn’t let up. Your head sunk into the pillow and you could barely keep your eyes open. Instinctively your hips tilting causing him to press into the right places as he thrusted. “Maker” you moaned taking your knuckles into your mouth to silent yourself.

His hand came up and forcibly ripped it out of your mouth, “I don’t care who hears” he growled biting your wrist before bringing your hand to his neck. You moaned at the comment, the heavy lust that coated his voice not realizing you would love it if this man was rougher with you. Every stroke pulling more of you out with it, making both of you wet messes down to your thighs and creeping up towards his abs. He speared into you harder his tip kissing into the top of you each time. He moved his fingers faster stroking your clit with urgency watching to feel you clamp down on his cock and see the face you would make for him when you came.

“Cum with me,” you pant, “I want to feel you,” you moved your hand from the side of his neck to the back of it letting your nails dance up his scalp.

“Maybe I should have warned you to be careful what you wish for,” he smiled, the molten look over his tanned face made the feeling building up unbearable. “You look so…” he place three rough strokes feeling you start to tremble under him, “stunning, mesh’la,” he got out staring to feelvhis thighs start to tighten. The praise caused unbounded warmth to go down you and he could feel the warmth on his cock, “You like that don’t you,” he smiled, “You’re taking this old hunter’s cock so well,” he purred working his fingers around your clit faster feeling you spasm around him, “I promise you’ll be full,” his voice dropped threateningly.

You cling both your hands to his face, “Boba,” the moan came out like a cry as he finally set you over the depth end knowing that if anyone didn’t know what you two were up they definitely did now with how loud it was. Your hands tremble over his face, your face between pleasure and pain as you watched him finally release in you.

He slowly pulled out as he filled you from the top before slamming it back in cause some of it to slip out. The warm gush made you tighten against his cock holding him there with a vice. You barely heard his groan as he brought his other hand off your pulsating clit to the back of your head pushing your forehead against his still lazily stroking himself with you. Your body feels heavy coasting on his bed trying to find yourself. He finally stills pushing his hips against your groaning deeply, his lung protesting the lack of air your pussy knocked from him. He looked down at your soft sleepy expression, smiling at himself carefully pulling himself out and weak legs walked over to his towel rack and selected a soft one before climbing back into bed carefully moving your legs to put the towel between them noticing the goosebumps that lined your skin.

“So beautiful,” was the last thing you heard from him panting before subconsciously turning yourself into his chest, your head pounding feeling the bliss fading to a warm tingled. Boba started stroking your sides pulling you out of your mind, “Mesh’la.”

“Hmm?” you replied.

“Again or do you want to nap?” He smiled noticing the yawn.

“Nap” you admitted your body drained, you felt him press a kiss to your forehead before drifting for a bit. You woke awhile letting stretching out feeling his absence. You found another fruit basket where he was suppose to be with a note sticking out.

“Bathing join me? Ignore this if I’m back already -Fett”

You laughed prying yourself up noticing a robe laid out for you. You sat up the last little bit of him left in you trickling out over the completed soaked towel. How much is even possible? You laughed again putting on the robe going down the hall with a note attached to another door, “This one -Fett.” You shook your head and opened the door and closing it behind you. The room was steaming with a huge pool tub in the middle with little jets.

You saw him open one eye “You’ll never want to shower again if you step in,” he jokingly threatened.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you said discarding the room to the bench along the wall, seeing his other eye opening taking in the view of you as you stepped into the pool. “You are correct,” you groaned sitting across from him putting the knot in your back against the little jet.

“I warned you,” he chuckled. He eyed you for a moment before leaning his head back on edge staring up at the ceiling enjoying the warmth of the water respectfully noting your decision to sit away from from him. “Glad you got to enjoy this before whatever’s next. Personally I think this my favorite room in the whole palace” he said closing his eyes.

“What was wrong with it?” You inquired doing the same.

“I may have to much spotchka and fiddled around with the plumbing trying to make the jets blast harder.”

“Not so good with your hands?” you snarked with a giggle.

“I’m excellent with my hands she just didn’t enjoy the amount I had to drink first,” he said tossing back the innuendo.

“Can only have so much before you get sloppy.”

He chuckled, “in my case a bottles worth.”

You leaned your head back up looking at how peaceful he looked and how vulnerable with his throat exposed. Your hands probed at your feeling the tender spots remember his kisses. You smirked standing up and walked over to him sitting in his lap putting your mouth on his throat, he didn’t even finch as your teeth grazed him before your lips replaced them tugging on the spot. You could feel his cock growing again but he kept his hands to himself smiling at the ceiling.

“I’ll always want to do it in here if you keep it up,” he warned keeping his arms folded over his chest.

“You want to prove that one too?” You said moving down his throat letting your tongue graze his Adams apple.

He groaned grabbing your hips and lifting you off of him, covering you with his hand setting you infront of the jet, “I warned you,” he said releasing his hand letting the jet hit your now throbbing clit. He held you there letting one hand travel around to your breast and the other to your entrance pressing his cock into your ass cheeks slightly moving up and down, “Now make more of those pretty noises for me,” he said plunging his two of fingers in knowing his fingers were in the perfect position as you immediately grabbed the lip of the bath.

The sensation of the water against and his fingers were turning you into pleasure putty for him. Boba was rough, a little rougher then he meant to bed but the noises you were making were driving him mad. It didn’t take you long to be squirming on his fingers, he brought his hand to your the front of your throat pulling you up towards him, “Say my name and I will fuck you until you forget your own,” he grunted watching your face twitch nearing the high.

“Boba,” the moan reverberated off the walls, and you felt yourself coating his hand and another sensation tear through the lower half causing another moan to come out. He didn’t give you time to ride out the high even a little as he pushed your hips up on the ledge of the bath planting you on the warm ground with your legs still submerged as he slammed into you.

His cock had a mind of its own ramming into you, there was something about how you moaned his name that made it sound so ethereal like the maker himself designed your voice for him. He enjoyed pulling you part on his cock a few times watching you squirm with ecstasy each time. He finally slowed down after the fourth time to see the quivering mess you were. “I think I’ll finally cum in you,” he laughed kissing down your back at your string of nonsense, “I warned you.”

Boba can fuck, apparently you had said it outlet because he started rough again. He pulled your hips back letting his hand find your pulsating pleasure knot, you widened your hips for him making him moan your name as your walls clung to him tighter. Your mind was fuzzy only about to think of him and the feelings he made course through you. Your hips are shaking against his, you practically screaming his name as his hand tightened around your throat. Your whole body burning at his touch.

“Your pussy better enjoy this,” he said roughly fucking you as he exploded in you making sure every ridge and millimeters of your cunt was covered in him. He carefully removed his hands from your throat and clit letting you fall carefully in his hands pulling out of you still semi hard wrapping you in his lap. Boba chuckled as you barely responded, you were gone from this world. He kissed your head standing up patting you dry wrapping you up and covering himself and placing you in his bed again, “Drink the melons when you wake up,” but you were to gone to recognize the words.

You when you woke again he was gone again but this time there wasn’t a note. Every inch of your body ached, then you thought of what you too had been up too and your faces heated. That actually happened. Where is he? You made your way to your room to find actual clothes before wondering out to the throne.

“Lady Kryze!” You smiled running towards her practically slamming into her with a hug.

“Interesting,” you heard Boba say.

You pulled off of her, looking at him and then back at her the red returning to your face, “Sorry it’s been so long,” you smiled at her.

“I was wondering if I could borrow your skills when your free.”

“Any thing for the Queen of Mandalore. How can I be of service?” You asked ignoring the small glare from Boba.

“I need your painting skills,” she said watching Boba relax a little, “amusing your almost done with your current commission.”

“Give me two hours to finish,” you said with a small bow.

“How do you two know each other?” Boba asked.

“Where do you think I learned Mandalorian philosophy?” You said smiling arching a brow at him, “I wasn’t the only person in the galaxy back then you hated you.”

“Should have figured, Princess,” you noticed the endearment wasn’t pointed at you but her before you had time to question if they were a previous thing you dismissed yourself to finish the paint and pack.

“You did this?” Bo said surprised sneaking up behind you as you finished packing up your supplies, “It’s one of kind.”

“Thank you, the Daimyo wanted to be show in a previous light compared to his predecessors so I took some personal liberties to improve it.” The look in his eyes you picked were adoration specifically how he looked at you, you smiled looking at it signing your name and com frequency in the corner. You found Boba waiting for you outside with his Helmet on when the two of you left the room.

“I’ll be at the ship while you to finish up business,” Bo said looking at rigid posture.

“Digital or physical creds?” He asked coldly.

“Either, my frequency is on the painting. You can have Fennec contact me,” you said returning the tone wondering where it was coming from all of the sudden or wondering if he happy to discard you now that you both got what you needed. Your throat tighten, It felt like more to me. Your heart raced confirming it, “Now excuse me, I have a favor being called in,” you pushed out, “by the Princess,” the word came out harsher then you meant it too. You moved away by you felt his gloved hand on your wrist, “What?”

Boba realized he fucked up that you weren’t leaving because you regretted it but because you are loyal, “I… look forward to you coming back,” his words betrayed his composure, his words tender. He saw you relax hoping you knew he misread the situation before releasing your wrist watching you walk off.

Getting on Bo’s ship you were bombarded with questions as she noticed the tension and marks you were trying to hide. You listened as she told you Boba’s story and him helping a friend of hers. You stared at the window of the ship realizing he more then a former feared bounty hunter who you wanted to hated but a reformed man who might be worth a chance.

“She’s been gone for two weeks,” Boba said downing another glass of spotchka.

“I’m sure your precious artist is coming back, at least for the man still in your rancor pit,” Fennec said trying to be uplifting but realistic at the same time, “plus she’s almost done anyway.”

Boba put the drink down and looked at her, “how do you that know that?”

“Cause I reached out to her frequency to transfer the credits? Her and I, are actually friends… Haven’t you? If I didn’t know better your head over blaster for her” She said raising at eyebrow.

“A couple times with short replies.”

A ship crash got there attention and they went out weapons drown towards the smoke. They found you bent over laughing watching it burn.

“I found and stole Kilas’s ship,” you cackled laughing with tears streaming out but you tired to composed yourself, “For a rich man his ship definitely just spare parts.”

The sound of Boba’s laughter brought you back, the sound like liquid gold laced with the sensation of a good nights sleep. He holstered his blasters and walkover to you pulling you against his armor, “Little one.”

“Your crushing me, old man,” you huffed the armor digging into you.

He pulled off lifting his helmet just enough to put his lips next to your ear, “I’ve been thinking about fucking on a canvas covered in paint… with a bath afterwards,” the daydream shot electricity down you with a smile.

“Only if I get to to pick the colors,” you smirked leaving him standing there heading towards the palace with your two surviving bags.

[b0ba-chan]

college student suna who visits you after work at your parents driveway (bc who has money for a house with inflation) and sits in the car with you at 11pm to catch up on your day. you are able to catch up on the little things and complain about work with him. 45 mins later youre on top of him with your pj shorts pushed to the side and his cock stuffed in you on the driver seat. you let out little whines as he thrusts long and slow up into you. the windows are halfway down and the only sounds in your ear is his whispered moans. nothing like a quickie in the front seat on a summers day.

[freakrenaissance]

I pictured a red peasant style dress while I read this deliciousness...I have no idea why 😅

I have a mini head canon for alpha!boba. He loves it when you wear midi dresses and nothing under…cause he uses the dress to gag you while he has fingers you or even has some fun times in the middle of the day 😉

ANON 👁️👁️

That is a very good head canon to have and I absolutely agree because Boba would love it. The midi length of the dress would make you look all proper and he gets so hard at the knowledge that no one (but him) knows that you’re not wearing anything underneath. Cut to a few minutes before his council meeting, he’s got you holding up your dress, stuffing the fabric in your mouth so nobody can hear your whimpers while he’s railing you on his desk. And when he’s done and your dress falls back into place no one will be the wiser that his come is dripping down your thighs. 👉👈

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

Boba Fett doesn’t realize that he’s down bad for you and then he sees someone flirting with you on Tribute Day.

Let’s discuss.

[rexxdjarin]

Boba Fett x Reader

quick bj on the throne filth bc I can’t stop thinking about him (and I need to get back into writing!)

also I did not proof read sometimes you just need to get your thoughts out ok? Ok💚

rating: 18+ Minors DNI

“Oh princess….” He tipped his head back to rest on the back of the throne, his gloved fingers digging into the nape of your neck.

You took him deeper, allowing the warmth of your mouth to grace the velvety length of him with calculated ease. You watched him writhe from your place between his thighs, your knees digging into the cool sandstone floor. As you swirled your tongue around each vein, he huffed out a held breath of tension.

“Easy mesh’la…you keep-“ he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head briefly. “Keep that up I’m not gonna last very long.”

You suckled the tip softly, flicking up the white beads of precum leaking from the hole. “Then work harder to focus.” You teased, dragging your tongue up the shaft and smirking devilishly.

“You telling me what to do little brat?” Boba laughed so softly and tenderly you knew he wasn’t nearly as bothered by your retort as his words portrayed.

You hummed in response, not waiting for his usual scolding before you swallowed him down again. His grip in your hair tightened, his leather gloves creaking and his groans growing deeper as he relished in the feeling of you around him.

His hands in your hair guided you to his liking, preventing you from taking him as fast as you wanted. You closed your eyes as he pushed you down onto him until he nudged the back of your throat. Tears formed along your lashes and they slowly dissipated as you swallowed around him.

“Oh fuck. You’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” You felt heat bloom in your core and flush your cheeks as he complimented you. You bobbed your head slower, allowing your lips wrapped around him to feel the gentle throb you were causing.

His index finger traced down your jaw, tapping your cheekbone and grumbling. “Eyes on me, princess. I want to see how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth.”

You could’ve melted into the floor right there, his words like the delicate silk of all the beautiful dresses he’d bought for you. The love he spoke only to you was such a sharp contrast to the gruff, intimidating, cocky man who now ruled Tatooine.

You whimpered, wrapping your hand around the base of him and twisting slowly. As you popped off him with a seductive coo, he chuckled, running his thumb under your eyes to wipe off your smeared makeup.

“You think I look pretty?” You giggled, kissing the tip gently to let him have a breather. You massaged the width of his thighs and dragged your nails up and down the plush of his belly.

He smirked, leaning forward to tilt your chin up to meet his. “Always, my little one. Always.” His thumb ran over your bottom lip, holding your face in his large palm and meeting your lips with his own. He let his other hand wander, gathering at your waist and guiding you up into his lap.

“Who’s eager now?” You remarked, leaning into his chest and spreading your legs around his waist. You rested your forehead on his and your hands on his broad shoulders.

A deep chortle of amusement vibrated through this chest. He gripped your waist and backside tightly, tucking you into him to press your skin to his at every juncture. “That’s right. Now let me put my cock where it belongs. I’m done waiting.” He said seductively in your ear, pulling you down on top of him and filling you completely.

“Boba.” You moaned, so raw and filthy as it echoed against the cavernous walls of the throne room.

“Not such a brat now, are you?” He teased, burying his face in your neck and dotting your delicate skin with the dark purple hickies he loved marking you with.

You could do nothing but whimper in response as he took you apart. He held you to him so protectively and fervently, such a contrast to how hard his hips were drilling up into you. Suddenly, you were the one who couldn’t last very long.

By the time he was finished with you, you were a boneless mess too fucked out and filled to make any more of a fuss. He wrapped you up in his arms and protected you like he always did. He was a ruthless man, but you knew the truth-he was much softer than he seemed.

[firstofficerwiggles]

Thot weekend!!!

Okay I've been in a mood recently really wanting to just give Boba some love. He deserves it. He deserves some softness in his life, someone to help soothe his aches and massage some of the tension out of his shoulders and maaaaaybe sit in his lap while he's conducting business. Because why not.

Yesssss, I could not agree more that Boba deserves all the love and affection. I honestly think he has the most tragic story in all of Star Wars (although Cassian Andor could give him a run for his money there). Boba needs someone to dote on him endlessly, he’s never had anyone like that in his life. Also I like that Thot Weekend is off to a theme with lap sitting. With that said, let’s give our dear Daimyo some sweet tender care…

Pairing: Boba Fett x female reader

Rating: T

Ever since Daimyo Fett hired you to run the palace household, you’ve felt this pull towards him, a desire to not only take care of this large edifice, but also its owner. Outwardly, Boba Fett is a fearsome, hardened warrior. Clad in his trademark green, red, and yellow armor and positively covered in weaponry, he can make even the largest of beings shiver in their boots. Yet, seeing him at home, you’ve been privileged to see a softer, kinder side to him. 

You’ve been privy to many small details that have shown you there’s much more to Boba Fett. There’s the way he laughs when Fennec makes one of her brutally cutting remarks, the way he pats one of the kids on the shoulder in a gesture of praise during training, or even the way he treats his rancor as if it is the sweetest baby in the galaxy. If you’re honest though, your favorite soft Boba moment is when he smiles at you. It’s not a smirk, or a grimace, no. It’s a true, beautiful smile that he gifts to you whenever you do him even the smallest of favors. His smile lights up his entire handsome face and it makes you feel so special to know that you’re the reason for it. Is it any wonder that you’re half in love with the man? 

So when you bring him his dinner, you’re surprised when he doesn’t even look up at you. He’s sitting there, shoulders slumped, frown etched into his face, and his hands in fists, and you wonder what could have happened to put him in such a sour mood. You finish serving dinner, filling his wine glass, and making sure he has everything he needs, but he doesn’t seem to even notice you’re there. He sighs and you’re certain you can feel the weight of the entire system on his shoulders.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Daimyo Fett? Anything at all?” you inquire softly. 

“Ah, hello, my dear housekeeper,” he greets you, and finally lifts his head to meet your eyes. He gives you a weary smile, “You are kind to offer, but I’m afraid this situation is one that I cannot ask you to help me with.”

“Well, perhaps, I can’t help you with your work,” you reply, “But, I could help you feel better, if you’d be willing to let me try?”

Boba gives you a saucy look at that, and raises one eyebrow, “I suppose that depends on what you’d like to try, beautiful?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Daimyo Fett,” you say, laughing lightly at his teasing tone, “I was thinking more of a neck and shoulder massage. You look like you need it.”

“You’d still be touching me, so it’s got that going for it. Let’s give it a try,” he chuckles, “I do like that you anticipate my needs. Oh, but how many times do I need to ask you to call me Boba?”

“At least once more, Daimyo Fett,” you murmur demurely as you move to stand behind him.

Your hands start to knead and manipulate the strong muscles in his neck and shoulders. He’s clearly aggravated and very stiff to the touch. Soon though, you feel the knots begin to loosen as your fingers circle into his body. You work your way up the tightened tendons in his neck, easing the pain at the base of his skull. Then you glide your hands back down, soothing away the aches in his shoulders and upper back. As he becomes more pliant under your working hands, Boba starts to let out soft little sounds, almost moaning, and you can tell he’s finally starting to relax. 

“I didn’t know you had such magic hands, sweetheart,” he praises you, tilting his head to the side to give you better access to a particularly knotted spot on the side of his neck. His eyes are closed and he hums in pleasure as you feel the knot finally release.

“I’m pleased you think so, sir,” you respond, “I’m glad to see you feeling better. I hate seeing you so agitated and dispirited.”

He opens his eyes to look up at you with a beaming smile, “I had no idea you were so concerned with my feelings, my dear.”

The frankness of his expression makes your stomach flutter, “Of course I care about you, Daimyo Fett, I want you to be happy, it’s what you deserve.”

Boba’s hand comes up to cover one of yours where it sits on his shoulder, “You’re very sweet to be so caring. Did you care so strongly about your last employer?”

“No, I can’t say that I did,” you admit to him, your cheeks feeling hot as he scrutinizes your face.

“Hmm,” he replies, noncommittally. 

Gently, he lifts your hand from his shoulder, and brings it to his mouth. You feel his lips brush over your palm in a delicate kiss. When you don’t pull away, he does it again. 

“I think I know something that would make me even happier,” Boba tells you, his voice hopeful.

“What’s that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Come back around here, and I’ll show you,” he says, releasing your hand and motioning for you to come forward.

When you step around to face him, he gives you a rather naughty smile, much more flirtatious than normal. Holding your eye, he pats his lap and nods to you.

“Well, if it would make you happy, how can I say no?” You give him your own naughty smile in return and sit down carefully in his lap. 

“Oh yes, this vastly improves my mood,” Boba quips, pulling you close to his body with one hand, while his other comes up to hold your chin. 

“Is there anything else you need? Something else to make you happy?” Your tone is light and a little coy.

He chuckles, “I like it when you flirt with me, beautiful, but there is something else.” You see his eyes flick down to your mouth before capturing your gaze again.

“I think I know exactly what you need,” you reply, before leaning in to press your lips to his. 

Your first kiss with Boba is surprisingly sweet, your lips moving with his, gently learning the feel of each other. You never would have expected such softness from him, showing you yet again that he is a man of many layers. Even as his tongue licks against your lip, so that he can deepen the kiss, he does so in such a tender way that you feel as if you are melting into him. You could stay like this for hours, locked in his embrace. However, fate, and Fennec, have other plans,

“Ahem, we have a business meeting about to begin, Daimyo,” she states wryly. 

“Oh, e- excuse me,” you stammer, feeling like a kid with her hand caught in a cookie jar. You move to get off Boba’s lap, but his arm keeps you from standing.

“Uh-uh, no need for that,” Boba states jauntily, “I need to be in my very best mood for this meeting, and I can think of no better way than for you to stay right where you are.”

“Are you sure, Boba? I don’t want to disrupt your business,” you respond.

He beams at you, “You did offer to help, and I think this is an excellent way for you to do that.” 

“I did say I’d do anything for you,” you agree, and you settle into his lap once again.

He steals another kiss and drops his voice to a whisper, “But later, I want to see what else those magic hands can do.”

Send in your thots! We're thotting all weekend long

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[acatalystrising]

You know what I've been thinking about?

Putting on the reddest lipstick shade you got, and giving Boba the biggest SMOOCH on the cheek, leaving your kiss mark on his face for the rest of the day.

And no one will ever know, because he's wearing his helmet 😊🥰🥰

A little secret between him and his beloved. And maybe Fennec because the woman sees everything, she can tell when those two hooligans are being flirty with each other.

Oh. My. Gosh. YES!

Oh I 10000% see this happening. You’d kiss him and he wouldn’t have the heart to wipe it off. And of course you’d be an incessant flirt the whole day, even when he’s trying to do business.

Fennec would ABSOLUTELY know and would be rolling her eyes, trying to coax her lovesick boss into doing his job. Ohhhh boyyyeee but he ONLY wants to do you.

It would only get worse through the day, you teasing him, Boba trying to focus, but he can’t, ohhh he can’t. Not when you’re flirting every kriffing second. You know he’ll snap eventually, and goodness is it fun to try his patience - something only you’d ever be able to get away with. You know anyone else doing the same would be risking their life, and oh does it give you a thrill.

But you’d better bet that later, when the day is over and Boba can lay his duties aside, he will make you pay for every little flirt, every glance, every tease (because you know he tallied every single one in a mental list) until you’re a writhing, puddle of a mess screaming his name.

[b0ba-chan]

suna haul?!?

i went to this cute anime store that had literally all the haikyuu characters even the time skip stuff AGGGHHHHH

[galacticgraffiti]

October Thots Masterlist

Kids (hopefully not, this blog is 18+), my original Masterlist has officially run out of Hyperlinks, so I am finally making a Masterlist for my october thoughts from two years ago lol

This blog, this masterlist and all the fics on it are

!!! NSFW // 18+ // Minors DNI !!!

Daddy!Jango (700w)

Brat Tamer!Cody (500w)

Exhibitionist!Fives (1.2k)

Thigh Riding with Gregor (1.3k)

Overstimulation with Fennec (800w)

Face riding + bandana bondage with Hunter (1.3k)

Praise with Rex (660w)

Biting/Marking with Wolffe (1.6k)

Cockwarming with Commander Fox (1.2k)

Body worship with Paz (1.9k)

Degradation with Boba (1.4k)

Heightened Senses with Hardcase (1.5k)

More heightened Senses with Hardcase (and guest star Fives) (1.8k)

Edging with Din (1.2k)

Anal with Jesse (2k)

Strap On Sex with Fennec (2k)

Competency Kink with Boba (2.5k)

Competition with TBB (2.1k)

Soft morning sex with Rex (1.7k)

Armoured Hallowe’en with Jango (1.6k)

Read on AO3

[daddycephalopod]

Everybody saying that Boba calling people “Princess” and “little one” will awaken something in me are not wrong. I was already aware of myself but somehow this made me more aware.

[daimyosprincess]

miss ma'am @rexxdjarin inflicted beach!AU Boba thots on me and now it's EVERYBODY'S problem 😈

Explicit content, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Quick notes: f!reader is younger than Boba and Boba has the tattoos in the pic above because tatted!Boba makes me i n s a n e 😩🥵

You're walking down the beach with your favorite cousin, lugging a cooler in between the two of you with a sneaky grin plastered across your face

When Boba catches your eye and starts toward you, you wink at him and whisper something to your cousin which makes the two of you erupt into giggles

With a dark brow cocked, he flicks his eyes between you. "I'd offer to help you girls with that but I think it's the only thing keeping the two of you from whatever scheme you're planning."

Your cousin informs him it's too late to escape your clutches and you complain that your arms are just so so tired, and he scoops the cooler onto his shoulder like it weighs nothing, rolling his eyes like he wasn't planning to carry it all along

You just know he's flexing the thick muscles in his arms just a little bit extra for your benefit and you make a show of praising what a big, strong man he his all the way to where the rest of your family is camped out on the beach

When everything is settled in, you make sure Boba is watching as you untie the knot holding up your swim wrap, letting it fall into the sand at your feet. As many times as he's seen you naked, Boba has never seen you in a swim suit, and this one is your favorite because it hugs you in all the right places, making you feel nothing short of a beach goddess

Based on the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head, you'd say he thinks you look the part too

"Kark, mesh'la, you're making me feel like a goddamn teenager all over again in that," he whispers gruffly in your ear when he wraps an arm around your hip for a group photo

"Aw, you gonna come in your pants, too?" you snark back after the photo, wriggling out of his grasp before he can do anything about your sass and running towards the ocean waves with peel of laughter

When you peek over your shoulder, Boba is giving you a look that means you'll definitely be paying for that comment later and flash of heat shoots down your spine

Boba is soon covered in a small gaggle of your younger cousins who adore him--much to his confusion--who want big, strong uncle Boba to pick them up and toss them into the water over and over again

You float in the shallows with your cousin and her girlfriend, talking and laughing as you catch up on each other's lives, watching Boba get climbed on like a piece of playground equipment by the little ones

The way his bronze skin positively gleams in the sun, his tattoos rippling with his muscles, (and if you're honest, the way he's good with the kids, even if he's a lil gruff around the edges) has your mind wandering and heat pooling in your belly

When your little group heads back to shore for some drinks and snacks, you take mercy on Boba and extricate him from the numerous little hands clinging to his arms and legs

You mercy, however, is short-lived. After arching your back and toweling off nice and slow in front of him, you slink over to your bag and pull out your sunscreen

Batting your lashes at your handsome boyfriend, you start rubbing in your sunscreen a little more suggestively than necessary before asking him to get your back for you with a flirty smile

He obliges, and when he's done, he grabs the back of your neck in a firm grasp and whispers in your ear with that sinful, graveled tone of his. "Have all the fun you want now, little princess, because I second I get my hands on you I'm not stopping no matter how much you beg and cry."

Craning your neck back to look at him over your shoulder, you give him a wicked grin. "Mmm, I just hope that's a promise." You place a quick kiss on his jaw flounce away, smug as ever

This time, he joins you in the waves, the kids having pounced on another uncle. You relax for bit, enjoying his company and the salty air

Eventually, however, the heat simmering inside you begins to bubble up again at the sight of his perfect smile, sun-kissed features, and dripping wet body. All those beads of saltwater running over his broad chest make you want to lick each and every one up with a slow tongue

You link your arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He's so warm perfect you could melt right into him

The opportunity to grind your hips against his proves too tempting but he locks his large hands on your hips to press you still before you can get too out of hand. "Just can't help yourself can you, sweetheart?"

"At least I'm not the one getting a hard on in front of my whole family," you retort with a smirk. Boba pinches your ass under the water and you squeal, slipping out of his arms and wade your way back to the sand as Boba chases behind you

You're pushing your luck and you know it

You duck behind where a group of your aunties are drinking and chatting so he's waylaid by them wanting to talk while he's conveniently dripping wet and glistening

As nonchalantly as possible, you open one of the coolers and unwrap a popsicle and pop it in your mouth

Being behind the women he's talking to, only Boba can see the way you start to slide the icy dessert in and out of your lips, letting the juice drip down your chin and neck. Only he can see how you hollow your cheeks and roll your eyes back as you suck on the popsicle with wanton delight

When you pop the treat from your lips and circle your tongue around it's tip, you see the way he snaps: his brown eyes darken and his jaw clenches, the muscle in his neck jumping

He smiles down at your enamored aunts and excuses himself. "I'm sorry ladies, my lovely girlfriend just let me know we need more ice."

He flashes a predator's grin and catches you by your bicep when you slip in the sand trying to get away again. "Oh no you don't, little brat," he hisses in your ear, "I told you what was going to happen if you kept acting up and you didn't listen. It's time to pay up, sweetheart."

You half-heartedly struggle in his tight grip as he pulls you along to his truck, your insides knotting in arousal-fueled anticipation. He yanks open the passenger side door and pushes you in the seat

Shoving a hand underneath your swimsuit, you both groan when his rough fingers slide through your slick folds. "Fuck, princess, you really are dirty. Getting this wet from being a karking brat, you really want me to bend you over and fuck you til you're sorry, don't you?"

Y'all I am truly incapable of shutting up so tell me if you want a part 2 because I had to cut myself off somewhere or I would never stop 🥴🫠😮‍💨 also this might have been inspired by professor Boba from Ex Libris because when @acatalystrising said we need some Boba near water it never left my mind

UPDATE: Read Part 2 here!

Taglist & additional Boba lovers 💖

@agirlnamejacq @burningfieldof-clover @marierg @acatalystrising @dukeoftheblackstar @imarvelatthestars @saradika @baufraus @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @historianwithaheart @andrakass2 @samspenandsword @liadamerondjarin @sleepingsun501 @sgt-morgan @rescuethewretched @rexxdjarin @ladytano420 @writingwintermoon @pheo-nixpas-calian @erinthevampire @xxladysquishyxx @rain-on-kamino

@thirsty-boba-fett-posts @ghostvizsla @vorpan-yaimi @pickleprickle @wings-and-beskar @extra-standard-deviation @kimiheartblade

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

My personal Boba Fett headcanon is that he likes ‘em THICC.

Sturdy.

Like just a big juicy cheeseburger of a girl.

[rexxdjarin]

my brain filled with boba thoughts rn all of them FILTHY

Like I can just hear him saying this:

“oh that’s it, princess. that’s all your pretty little pussy needed, hmmm? To slick yourself up all over daddy’s fingers. So needy because you want me to open you up like this. I know it feels so good, sweet one. I know. Can you be a good girl and let me have a little more? That’s it, there’s my girl, all ready for daddy’s cock now. Isn’t that right, princess? Is that what you want? Talk to me.”

[pisspope]

sacrilege to say this on zeke day but I gotta write something for ayato

[firstofficerwiggles]

Three Day Thot Weekend

Hi all!

So I've had one hell of an academic year and it's given me such creative brainrot, especially here at the end. But it's all over now!!!! So to get back into things and get those creative juices flowing again, I wanna do a fun thot weekend, starting tomorrow and going through Sunday night. Send me your thots about your Star Wars faves or any Pedro Pascal character (branching out a bit for fun!). Anon is on for anyone who wants to remain incognito as they share their thots. Teen (T) rated through Explicit/Mature (E/M) rated thots are welcome!

Thanks everyone! Much love to you all!

Wiggles 😘

Tagging a few people under the cut who might be interested

@boomtowngirl @kavecika @becks-things @mysticalgalaxysalad @catsnkooks @starlightrows @tailorvizsla @bitchin-beskar @lilhawkeye3 @acourtofsnakes @grogusmum @buzzybeebee @4rosydreams @deannie13 @edmundispunk @ladykatakuri @noodlesfics @the-good-shittt @sweetmando @princessxkenobi @everythingyouwanted @jewfro24 @vaderthepotater @pinkiemme @laichka @dwarfplanet69 @elinedjarin @myeternalsin @kazthedestroyer @writeforfandoms @startrekkingaroundasgard @onabouteverything

[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.”