#daddy boba

[littlemissmanga]

The Daimyo's Princess

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Worn down reader, slight insecurity if you squint, elements of a Dom/Sub dynamic but just a hint/talks about “punishment” but no details.

w/c: 1,323

Clone x Reader Bingo Square: Tattooine @clonexreaderbingo

Previous Squares: Don't Forget That / Rex (18+) / Mechanic

Summary: The day had drained you in the worst way, leaving you exhausted and restless all at once. Now, all you wanted was the comfort only found in the arms of your Daimyo. But Boba Fett is still occupied by his responsibilities, holding court from his throne. Do you have the courage to take what you need, or will you suffer in silence?

You can't wait.

You know you should, but it’s just not possible right now. You have been feeling unmoored all day. Your skin tingles with need as every atom feels like it would fly away if not held firmly in place.

And there is only one person you trust to do that.

But today’s session of petitions seems unending. You try listening from the back corner, not wanting to disrupt the natural flow of procedure and hoping to keep yourself occupied with the politics of it all. At least until the blessed moment Boba would dismiss the crowd and you could approach him.

It’s a strategy that worked before. But the monotonous prattle from the clear social climber — a merchant looking to establish a foothold in Outer Rim — did little to distract you.

Not when Boba sits sprawled out on his throne, claiming every inch of the chair the way he claimed everything in life.

Including you.

What had started as just a job — administrative work for the new daimyo of Mos Espa — quickly became a passion project in the truest sense of the word.

Your composure and mindfulness as you skillfully kept the palace running smoothly impressed Boba Fett. When your fiery nature and flirtatious quips were met with amused chastisement, it didn’t take long for admiration to evolve into affection on both sides.

Once Boba becomes attached to something, no force in the galaxy can make him let go. The minute you assured him his affections were returned, that you wanted him as he wanted you, you became his.

He made sure everyone in the palace, employees and guests, knew that you spoke with his voice. Your authority was his authority. The only person you submitted to in this realm was the king himself.

But you had never been so bold as to claim the throne. And in this moment, that’s all you want — to claim your throne on Boba Fett’s lap as he sat and doled out judgments from his.

A million and one logistical errors had surfaced that morning, pushing your drive and creative problem solving to their absolute limits. Now, your mind is drained, exhausted and blank even as your body thrums with adrenaline and unresolved tension.

Something needs to be done. Or else you fear you won't be ablt to control how you’ll react to the next provocation.

Slowly, you move along the sides of the room as far as you could, passing the line of petitioners as you went. You keep your head level and your gaze lowered. Not to the floor like a slave — nothing would infuriate your Daimyo more than you subjugating yourself like that publicly — but a respectful mid-level, which also affords you freedom from meeting any offended gazes.

“Who is that?”

“How rude!”

“Does she really think the Daimyo will be fooled just because she cut the line?”

Each whispered outrage is a knife in your heart. You only hope they are quiet enough not to travel to Boba’s ears. You don't want to dishonor him, or the guests of the palace. But you need him.

“There is no shame in admitting a weakness and taking what you need. The only shame is in continuing to hurt yourself and others out of pride.”

That lesson had been hard-learned early in your relationship, the punishment for losing yourself in your work and ignoring your own care far worse than any he had doled out before or since.

So maybe there is a chance you could be bold and not be punished for the audacious act you planned.

With a grace that belies your nerves, you finally cross to the middle of the room and climb the stairs to the dais. Meeting Boba’s visor, you stand before him and make your intentions clear as you move to sit sideways on his lap.

It takes no more than a second for him to curl around your waist and pull you down, securing you gently to him. His thumb runs gentle circles over your hip, its consistent pressure comforting.

“Everything okay, Princess?” Boba whispers.

His concern for you is a balm more blissful than any bacta treatment. It should be pathetic, the way just that much affection was enough to quiet your restless body, to soothe your exhausted mind.

But it’s just Boba. The effect he has on you is as natural as it is absolute.

It wasn’t the time or place to fill him in on all that weighed on you. So for now, you pulled a tight but genuine smile to ease his concern. “It is now,” you respond equally softly.

“Excuse me?" The disgruntled cry came from the merchant, his eyes raking over you angrily. "We were in the middle of discussing rather important matters! I would have believed the Daimyo of Mos Espa to have better hospitality than this!”

Maybe it was because your last nerve had been fried long ago. Or maybe it was the presence of your Daimyo, holding you so firmly against him, reminding you of all that he loved about you. Or maybe it was because the insult was directed not at you, but at your man.

More likely it's just that you couldn’t leave well enough alone when someone’s mouth was bigger than yours.

Either way, you found your voice again. And from Boba’s lap, it rang clear with authority.

“You have been welcomed into this palace, granted shade from the Twin Suns that beat down on Tattooine, plied with cool drink and rich food, and been given the privilege of an audience with the mighty Boba Fett. In this way, you have been treated hospitably. You do not, however, have the authority to tell the Daimyo or his Princess where either may sit in their palace.”

The merchant shrinks under your glare, no doubt aided in its intensity by the blank stare of Boba’s visor behind you. Still, you revel in his submission, finding it soothing in a different way to Boba’s touch.

“You are more than welcome to continue your petition. I assure you the Daimyo has not been distracted by anything other than your outburst. But if you find yourself too distracted, then perhaps it is better for you to cede the floor to someone more focused.”

The poor man before you sways back and forth on his feet, unsure whether he should stay or go.

“If you need a moment, step aside.” Boba’s voice echoes through the chamber, though it is lower than yours had been.

It takes only another fleeting second before the merchant decides to continue his spiel. You note with a fair amount of satisfaction that he is more soft-spoken than before, his demands morphing into pleas.

Boba is true to your word. He had not been distracted in the slightest and offers a trial exchange to determine if this man’s business is worth his time. But before the next petitioner can take his place, you feel your Daimyo lean closer, the edge of his helmet pressing gently to the line of your jaw.

“You handled yourself well, Princess,” he growls softly, and you beam at the pride you could hear even through his modulator. “But don’t think we won’t discuss the rest of your behavior later.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You know he only has your well-being at heart. And a small punishment is well worth the price of your prize — contentment and security in Boba’s arms and the respect of his court. Riding the high of your victory, you scan the rest of the line, noting that few petitioners meet your eyes. The ones who do nod deferentially.

Such is the way on Tattooine. Those with strength are followed. You never had expected to be in such a position yourself. But maybe Boba is right with all those sweet words he whispers in your ear when he believes you to be asleep.

Maybe, just maybe, you do have more strength than you believe. And if it takes spending more time with your Daimyo to find it … well, then that is just what you will have to do.

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a/n: I was on the fence about whether to include Boba Fett in my bingo card when I saw the Tattooine square. He is technically a clone, though he himself distances from that identity. But nothing else triggered my brain when thinking about a drabble for Tattooine. Then I saw this post by @thirsty-boba-fett-posts and one of her headcanons inspired me to the point where I had to write this, though it kinda took on a life of its own.

I hope you enjoyed it! And if you did, please reblog so others can find and enjoy it, too!

[ponyo47]

I can’t believe I never posted that I finished this one when I was showing all my progress on here.

Anyways I finished it 🫶🏼

[syn0vial]

boba's friendship with beviin in the expanded universe is so funny. he's like, "yes, this is my best friend beviin. he has colossal dad energy, adopts practically every orphan he comes across, and constantly refers to me with a term of endearment that only my father ever used. he's the platonic ideal of a mandalorian in my eyes and his is the only opinion i care about. his armor's color scheme is literally the inverse of my father's. if you attempt to psychoanalyze me about any of this, i will kill you with explosives"

[acatalystrising]

I had to make it. Had to.

I mean…🥰🫠

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

BRAT TAMER BOBA IS OUT HERE RUINING OUR LIVES AND I’M HERE FOR IT

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 and drinking and chatting so that 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

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

[rexxdjarin]

just a lil boba filth bc im insane over him :)

Your whole body rocked back and forth as he took you. Your chest pressed against the mattress, your legs spread around his waist and your ass high in the air as he thrusted inside you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he filled you over and over again, spreading you wide and gushing around his firm length. You bit down on his blankets to keep yourself quiet, drool coating the cloth and drenching your cheeks.

The way he took you so powerfully with each snap of his hips left you incapacitated in the best way, totally at the mercy of his wrought muscles. He groaned and panted, his warm palms gripping your hips to angle you down. Though his body was hard and his grip even stronger, his heart was soft, loving and kind. His cock pierced deep into your belly and brought you mere moments away from creaming around it.

As you screamed in delight, he asked only one thing, whispering it in your ear as he bent himself over you. "Tell me you love me, little princess. Say it. Fuck. You love me like I love you, don't you? If you want me to fill you like I know you love, say it, mesh'la."

You cried out as he rammed your spot, your climax beginning to topple you over. "I love you. I love you. Daddy...Boba...I love you." Your walls collapsed around him and hot warmth coated inside your belly as he let out a pleased groan of climax and a delighted chuckle.

"That's my good girl...my princess."

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adding my taglist bbys and any of my boba girlies💙

@sleepingsun501 @samspenandsword @marierg @queenquazar @wild-karrde @aerangi @starstofillmydream @daimyosprincess @acatalystrising

[dukeoftheblackstar]

It's the 26th of December for me so... IT'S OUR BOY'S BIRITHDAY!!!

[salixtreeofficial]

Boba gang by Onyx Deveraux on TikTok!

[deansbaby-1967]

*sobs*

Only Love (Can Hurt Like This)

Boba x fem!reader, smut/some fluff

TW(?) - parenthood mentioned

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He tried not to let them stay. It felt more like he was keeping them, keeping them away from the galaxy and their potential. But they refused to leave. They even refused to leave his bed at night. There was room for them to have their own sleeping spaces, but they persisted to squeeze into bed with him. He tried to think of them as strangers he was helping. But they burrowed their way into his heart, just as they nightly burrowed into the sheets and blankets of his bed.

The girl slept in the middle most nights. He was glad of that; any other combination led to direct contact with you all night. It was a torturous situation. He wanted to be the Safe Person for both of you, but he was attracted to you. The way that you held him whenever you slept next to each other didn’t help. You would curl your arm around his waist, and rest your cheek on his upper arm. Sometimes you would throw a leg over him.

The girl would also wrap herself around him, but being young she gave him fatherly feelings rather than… titillating feelings… he shuddered, trying to dismiss how his chest had started to hurt when he was near you.

He had not even managed to get you two to go into town. No offering of shopping, eating better food, or driving the speeder would get either of you to budge. You just waited at the ship for him to return with things he hoped you would like. He had become almost anxious about shopping. He wanted to get you things you would enjoy the most. Sometimes it was hard to tell. There were too many Womanly Things to choose from. The girl was equally as difficult. He didn’t want to stereotype her. A makeup palette or an age appropriate blaster? Both? He had decided both, yes, both.

Laying in bed, pressed between the two of you, he sighed gently. It was one of those nights. Your steady breathing fanned across his skin as you slept peacefully. The girl fidgeted. She was awake too. He turned his head slightly towards her, and said very quietly, “Can’t sleep either?”

“No,” she whispered back.

“Why not?”

“What if you meet someone at town you like better than Mommy and me?”

Boba’s mouth opened in shock in the darkened bedroom. Never before had the girl referred to you as Mommy. She had always just used your name. His mind spun. Righting it for her sake, he asked a startled, “Huh?”

She started to cry silently. He squeezed his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “Impossible,” he said simply.

She didn’t seem soothed. “What if you do though?” She asked slightly louder, sniffling.

He rubbed her upper arm. “No, you are impossible to replace.” He kissed the top of her head again.

“What about Mommy?” Boba’s jaw tightened at the question. He was becoming seriously frustrated, emotionally and sexually. Being so near you was sometimes stifling. Would he turn an offer of companionship from someone else down? Feeling guilty, he mumbled, “No one can replace her either.” The girl sniffled. “Daddy, do you love Mommy?”

He sputtered. She had never called him that before. Then there was the question she had asked. “Daddy, do you love me?” She started sobbing loudly. You woke up, sitting up instantly. “Nightmare?” You mumbled to Boba as you comfortingly reached towards the girl. She leapt up and ran into the bathroom. You could hear muffled crying. Boba sat up and gently took you in his arms. He was full of soft thoughts. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “No,” he finally said. “We were talking and she started asking… tough questions.”

“Like what?” He felt your eyelashes flutter against his skin as you asked the dreaded question. Now he had to explain. “Like…” he trailed off, at a loss. You snuggled into him and waited. Finally he managed, “She’s calling us Mommy and Daddy. And asking… if I love… her.” He didn’t have the courage to mention she had also asked about you.

You sighed, “Aren’t we? Her parents, I mean. Her biological parents are the ones that sold her, and we’re the ones taking care of her now.” His heart beat faster. This was all true.

After a moment, you asked softly, “Don’t you know we both want to be yours? … your kid and… your woman?”

He made a startled noise. You held Boba more tightly.

“My… my woman?” His mouth was dry.

“We sleep in here so you know who your family is.” You kissed his chest. “We’re both yours… if you want us.”

Boba felt like he might have a heart attack. Did he dare tell you the truth? You tightened you embrace, sighing sleepily.

“You really… want me?” His heart beat wildly as he asked quietly.

You nodded, “We both love you, you know.”

He looked down at you in the darkness. You tilted your head up towards his face. After a second of stillness, you moved forward and kissed his lips very lightly. He gasped, his fingers digging into your skin as he returned the kiss. It deepened slowly.

You broke the kiss gently to ask, “You do know we love you? That I love you?”

“Mmm but…” he mumbled noncommittally.

You pulled your sleep shirt over your head and pushed him down into the mattress. He allowed it, shocked. He could just make out the silhouette of your curves in the night. Straddling him, you leaned down to kiss up his throat to his mouth. Your tits came into contact with his chest. He moaned loudly into your mouth as his hands went to your hips. He thrust upwards while pulling them down, the tip of his already hard cock nestling into the space between your legs. Continuing to moan, he desperately ground himself into you through your clothing.

You kissed from his open mouth to his ear, “I’m tired of waiting. Can’t tonight be the night?”

“For.. mm.. what?” He was straining against you, holding himself back.

“Don’t you want me?”

He grunted something unintelligible, pulling you against himself, his strong hands holding you firmly. His body was tense; about to snap. “I want you… I want you to be mine,” you kissed his neck.

Boba snarled, flipping over so that you were underneath him. Grunting, he tore your panties off and grabbed your inner thighs. Pulling them apart, he undid his pants hastily. You watched, your pussy getting wetter at the image of his cock coming out of his clothing. You arched your back, anticipating. He appeared over you, his cock rubbing into your folds. Covering your mouth with his, he roughly jerked his hips, rubbing deeper into you. Once he found your entrance, he grunted and plunged in, making you keen. His cock stretched your swollen pussy as he began to fuck into you. Grunting and making desperate noises, Boba buried his face in your neck and held you in a tight embrace.

His strokes were sloppy and hard; you could tell he was desperate for attention. Spreading your legs wider, you asked, “Is this as hard as you can fuck?” You scratched your nails down his back. He groaned, hips jerking into you greedily. “Don’t wanna… hurt you,” he ground out between thrusts. Your pussy jumped at this words, “Baby you could never.” Grunting, he grabbed your neck and bit your throat hard. His cock slammed into your drenched cunt, making it tighten and grow hotter. Moaning, you moved your hips rhythmically with his hard strokes, your skin tingling and your pussy tight around his shaft. Panting into your neck, he moaned, “Where can I cum?”

“I wanna feel it dripping out of me later,” you cooed, wrapping your legs around his hips. Grunting desperately, Boba held you by the back of your neck. His other drug down your body, stopping at your waist. Kissing you harshly, he fucked you hard and fast, the bed making a slightly rhythmic squeak. Pounding into you, he made you squeak when he changed his angle slightly. The fire in your pussy grew into a volcano, about erupt. You squirmed under him, mumbling his name to him as your vision blurred around the edges and your head fell back. Your pussy contracted around him, making his hips stutter. “Your pussy..s.. so good..” he ground out as you came on him. You barely heard; you were far away in bliss. Then you came back into your body as Boba’s hard rhythm broke. He stilled deep in you, moaning your name softly as his cock jerked cum into you.

His arms slowly wrapped around you as he rolled onto his back. He pulled you with him so that you were laying on top of him, face pressed into the space between his shoulder and neck. You listened to his heartbeat return to normal. He swallowed. Finally, he murmured, “I… I love you. You and… our girl.”

You smiled into his skin before raising your head to kiss him. He put a hand on the back of your head as you rested it on his broad chest. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Boba quickly pulled a blanket over your bodies as his girl timidly came to the edge of bed. You reached out to her, “Come back to sleep.”

She stood her ground, sniffling. Boba reached to her, “Come to bed, love.”

She looked at Boba, eyes big and tear stained. Boba tried again, “Come to sleep with Mommy and Daddy.” She brightened instantly as you echoed his words. Clambering back into bed, she crawled over the two of you and curled up, looking at you both with big eyes again.

“Go to sleep, baby,” you cooed at her, a gentle hand brushing against her cheek. Her eyes closed, heavy. You hummed to her until she started breathing evenly. Then you returned you head to Boba’s chest. The thud of his heartbeat quieted your mind and you fell asleep. Boba laid awake under you, enjoying the weight of your body on top of him. He hoped this would be the new sleeping configuration. Running a hand down your back, he settled in to sleep. This time he was untroubled.

[moodymisty]

Do you have anymore Daddy! Boba writings? 😳 I honestly loved it sm and couldn't stop reading it!! <3

Author's Note: that’s the only Boba Fett thing I’ve written as of yet, but I have been working on something for Boba Fett for awhile, so here's a snippet of it. It's been fighting me tooth and nail so I honestly I'm probably going to dump it, but I hope you enjoy this part of it none the less. SFW Boba content on the horizon as well.

Summary: Don't tease Boba Fett.

Relationships: BOBF!Boba Fett/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Porn without Plot, age gap if you squint, Daddy kink(the word is only said once but the vibe is there please don't continue if this isn't your thing), SoftDom!Boba, Sub!Reader, Oral sex(female receiving), Boba has a nice big bed in his room and not just a bacta tank

'Go upstairs.'

His words echo in your ear, knowing that as you ascend, he isn't far behind.

The steps are steep, and you almost trip over your own feet trying to quickly make your way up them. Bits of sand dragged in from the desert outside crunch under your feet, the stone of the walls cool against your hand as you brush your palm along it.

When you reach the top and open the large door, you can still clearly see the suns casting large amounts of light through the windows, but it's quickly turning to a more comfortable orange, as the evening begins. If you were to look outside them you could easily see large swaths of Mos Espa, but nowhere near the entire city. The buildings all being bathed in the setting of the suns- shades of yellow fading to orange fading to purple.

There's not much up here of interest apart from the view, as Fett's personal room is sparse. A bacta tank, an actual bed, an armor stand. A few other things here or there, but the expanse of the room feels almost empty- unfilled. Looking towards the door it had closed behind you, and has yet to open since your entrance.

You wonder how much longer he's going to keep you waiting; Fett knows well that your patience does have a limit. Any longer, and you might consider going back down for him and making more trouble for yourself.

But just as you turn around you hear the sound of the door open, and Fett's familiar dark green armor strides through the doorway. He instantly notices you, watching the way you're leaning against the stool of the window.

"You took long enough." He's stepping closer, helmet looking down on you. He hasn't taken it off quite yet, the dark tint of the visor reflecting your own face back at you. The set of his shoulders is firm, and even through the helmet you can tell he's staring you down.

"I'd be careful with that mouth of yours," He says as his hand cups around your jaw, gently tilting your head upward as your lips gently part in a silent invitation.

"It's already gotten you in enough trouble today."

Trouble? For just a tease?

Fett steps even closer, and you can feel the hard metal of his armor against your chest.

"What were you thinking, princess?"

You weren't. That was a part of the problem. You couldn't stop yourself; It had been a split second urge that you couldn't hold in when you had him for a moment alone. He was about to return to the throne room- he had guests waiting and was about to slip his helmet back on. But in that split second, you'd kissed him and whispered something in his ear.

'Don't take too long, daddy.'

The word hung on your lips even after you'd spoken them and made your face burn, as you rarely ever say it- let alone when you're right of mind during the day. But you'd done it to tempt him, aggravate him; Make him think of you when you're not even there. When he's busy trying to be a stalwart Daimyo, but thinking about you uttering words to him that no one right of mind with stronger morals would say.

It had worked, it seems.

You feel one of his hands tug at your clothing, hard enough to feel it almost dig into your skin. Any more and he might've snapped the string seaming it all together.

"Take it off."

His firm, unwavering voice will never not send a shiver down your spine, as you grip the edge of your clothing the moment he lets go.

Bit by bit you slowly peel it all off, underneath the weight of his gaze. His helmet is still on, but it isn't long before he takes it off; After your clothes fall away and your back hits his bed. It almost feels like he's looming, watching you like a predator. He's stripped away enough of his armor that it no longer poses a nuisance, leaving mostly his black flightsuit.

It dips under his weight as he follows you, dark brown eyes watching the way the blankets wrinkle and bunch around your body.

His rough hands grip your thighs and in one fell swoop tug you close to him, before he lowers himself to your level. As he does, he can feel the way your thighs tense as well as your whole body, in anticipation for what he is about to do. You can now feel his breath fan over your still covered pussy, and even that almost ghostly sensation has it throbbing. He looks up at you before pulling that thin piece of fabric off, stretching them as he yanks them off your ankles.

"Was this what you were waiting for?"

His lips brush against the apex of your thighs, the roughness of stubble just ever so barely starting on his jaw scraping against your skin.

"I, I just missed you, I-"

Your hands grip the blankets as his tongue suddenly dives into your cunt, breath getting caught in your throat. Your thighs threaten to close, but he doesn't allow it. He gives you no mercy, brushing over your clit as his hands grip your thighs. He has them tight, enough so that if he isn't careful he might leave marks, holding you in place. Even though it's futile you still can't help the way your hips twitch upward with each sudden jolt of pleasure, but he follows and gives no rest none the less.

One of his hands leaves your thighs to gently press his fingers against your slick entrance, the other moving higher up your thigh to still hold you firm at the hip. As two of his fingers slowly press inside of you he can feel the way you clench around him, as he slowly thrusts them into you to the base.

They work in tandem with his mouth to have you almost seeing white, biting your lip hard as you try not moan so loud it echoes in the expanse of the room. The wet noises of him eating you out already do, the wetness of your own arousal slick against your outer lips and the insides of the very tops of your thighs.

But Fett knows you well, far more than anyone else and possibly even yourself, and he has you cumming on his face in what feels like only moments. His fingers are soaked from you, as well as his lips, which he only brushes off with the back of his hand as your heart pounds in your ear and you still feel the way your lower stomach turns and toils from your orgasm.

He gently but firmly taps the side of your hip.

"Turn over."

You can't help but listen, moving onto your stomach within moments of him asking. You can then feel the weight and heat of his cock hit against the back of your thigh, making your pussy clench. One of his hands grabs your hip, cocking them ever so slightly upward. The angle makes it easier as he presses the head of his cock against you, slowly and steadily pushing into your wet and already slightly abused heat.

Fett always loves the soft noises you make when he starts fucking you; Feeling your body stretch to take him. You always bite your lip, and moans come out as cute little mewls and gasps as you attempt to cut them off.

His hips hit your ass hard, quickly setting a pace that takes the breath from your lungs. He almost feels like too much; Like he's everywhere around you all at once. You have to put a hand forward against the headboard to keep from being pushed forward, the other trying to grip whatever you can to keep yourself grounded.

"B-boba," His name softly leaves your lips, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin. But moments after you grit your teeth as his cock hits deep inside of you, brushing against sensitive nerves that has your pussy tightening around him.

"You're so quiet, little one."

He's teasing you, poking at the way you're trying to muffle your voice in the fabric of the pillow. You can only groan in response, overwhelmed by the lewd sounds of skin on skin as he mercilessly fucks you.

"Make some more noise for me."

Not putting the taglist on this one because I would actually just die. whenever I write daddy kink I feel ashamed lmao like this was fun to write but if you mention it to me I might just evaporate

[airandangels]

Not to be all “Glup Shitto is back,” but Rotta the Hutt is back?

[ashclouds366]

i can't wait to finish dndads s1 and follow the dndads tag

[deansbaby-1967]

This one was genuinely hard for me because obviously Boba, but also Baylan. I just have so many damn feelings about Ray Stevenson... 🥹🥲💔

Discuss!

[acatalystrising]

I’m back!

I know it’s been a while. 2024 hasn’t been kind to me, and my creative spark just wasn’t there. But I’ve had so many stories I’ve wanted to write, and as always, Boba has been there as a comfort character to get me through. So, now as the year is drawing to a close, I want it to end better than it started…with new content!

I’m currently writing the next chapter of Moth to a Flame, but in the meantime, here is something entirely new, the first chapter in The Way That You Were! I hope you enjoy!

(Also, @daimyosprincess I finally wrote this! So sorry for the delay 😅)

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: Injuries, blood, emotional distress, abuse, capture

Series synopsis: A desperate bounty crash-lands on Tatooine and seeks sanctuary in the palace, only to discover the greatest bounty hunter of all time rules from its throne. Will she find mercy, death, or something more?

Ch 1 - These Burning Sands, Your Scarred Hands

“I’ve found, in my experience, that the most desolate place can bring healing. Wastelands can flourish. Heartbreak can mend, and love begin anew. Even the mighty desert can once again bloom.”

You didn’t remember the crash, only that you’d awoken to the charred wreckage of your ship, blood stained clothes, and the acidic tang of grief heavy on your tongue.

You honestly didn’t know how you survived, tangled in the debris. Part of you wished you didn’t.

Despite this, you kept going.

Forcing yourself to climb from the wreckage, even as your vision spun. Searching it for anything you could salvage, finding very little. Realizing that it had nothing left for you, and you’d hopefully have better luck moving on. Ironically, your past was also something better left behind, just as smoldering as the husk of metal you were abandoning.

You weren’t familiar with this planet, one your ship had registered as Tatooine before it had plunged into the atmosphere, one that boasted the biggest desert you’d ever seen. In fact, you wondered if the entire planet was just one massive, windswept wasteland.

Your pain had reduced to a pounding headache, nearly distracting you from the burn of muscles unaccustomed to traversing a desert’s shifting terrain. It couldn’t distract you from the deep gash in your shoulder, out of your reach, the extent of the damage unknown. There was no point in staying with the ship, not when you needed to disappear. You were alone, wounded, and running out of options.

There were too many hunters after you, but perhaps you could disappear on a planet as vast as this one. Maybe the sands would be your savior, instead of your doom.

You peered up at the setting suns, a fierce burning duality sinking behind the cresting dunes. They made the sand shimmer, and for a moment, you could have sworn the fiery light transmuted the sand to gold. Despite your circumstances, it was beautiful, but your awe didn’t last. It would be dark, soon. Despite your lack of desert experience, you knew it would only grow more dangerous once night fell.

You had to find shelter, quickly.

You stopped on the sloping hill of a dune, boots sinking in the sand, and cast a glance back the way you’d came. The faint dark trail of smoke from your crash was still evident on the horizon, cutting through the sky like an ugly wound. You hoped you’d made a far enough distance away, even though you had absolutely no idea where you were going.

Your crash was a beacon…one that would draw far too much attention.

Sighing, you crested the dune with clenched fists, blood trickling down your arm and dripping into the sand, blossoming like a macabre flower. Great. You were no doubt leaving an easy trail that even the most inexperienced welp of a bounty hunter could track. You didn’t want to think of the experienced ones.

Your vision blurred, and you blinked, panic finally, truly, setting in. You were losing blood, moving too slowly, and rapidly running out of time.

You turned your quivering gaze ahead, eyes wearily scanning the horizon, falling on a massive building that seemed cut from the rock itself. It was tan, like the sands, sporting a domed roof that was a stark contrast to the jagged rocks surrounding it. And judging from the lights you could see from within, it was occupied. You found yourself trudging in its direction, despite your reservations.

You would die out here, injured and alone, and finding shelter was your best option.

You only hoped it wouldn’t cost your life, but at this point, you had nothing to lose.

-

The building towered above you like a waiting beast, maw-like gate slowly opening wide with a grinding roar.

You felt every bit like a mouse entering a trap, a deep fear setting in your chest when two armed Gamorrean guards approached, eyes narrowed to suspicious slits. You doubted they saw you as much of a threat - your weary frame and bloodstained clothes surely made quick work of that assumption. As you suspected, they merely grunted, gesturing for you to follow.

I’m doomed, you thought, as you stepped further into the dark cavernous maw beyond.

The sand at your feet was cool, and judging by the sheer size and craftsmanship of the hewn stone around you, this wasn’t a mere home. It was a fortress.

Perhaps the mouse had jumped right into the loth cat’s stomach.

The halls were long and narrow, but surprisingly well lit. You didn’t see any signs of filth or decay, which was astounding for a place in such a seemingly seedy area, but you knew first impressions weren’t everything. Anxiety twisted deep in your gut when you heard a bark of raucous laughter somewhere ahead, every alarm ringing in your frazzled mind. The Gamorreans walked on, framing you between them, a silent reminder that you were trapped. But you’d come here willingly, perhaps foolishly, seeking shelter - and you didn’t have anyone to blame for whatever would happen to you then yourself.

Even if you’d never intended to land on this maker-forsaken planet.

Despite that fact, you felt fear creep down your throat when you reached a set of downward sloping stairs, a multitude of voices echoing from within the chamber.

Your knees locked up, but the Gamorrean behind you gave your shoulder a nudge with a grunt. Pain flared to life, and you winced, nearly tripping down the steps as you entered the room, heart hammering so loudly in your ears you thought it would burst.

Your eyes swept the room, which was filled with all manner of ilk, and your heart sank even further upon realizing very, very quickly, that many, if not all, were likely bounty hunters. Your gaze was pulled to the center of the room as if gravity itself demanded your attention, and your world ground to a screeching halt. Only one thought managed to escape your panicked mind before terror and recognition seized your heart.

You should have let yourself bleed out in the desert.

Maker, I am such an idiot.

An idiot who was about to die. A fool who had gone out on a limb, one last ditch effort, to survive. Instead of being rewarded for your final act of desperation, fate had decided to give you the most cruel, ironic end possible.

Because sitting before you, impossibly broad frame sprawled on a carved throne like the very Galaxy was his footstool, was none other than the notorious king of the very beasts you’d been trying to outrun.

Boba Fett.

His dark green helmet tilted down at you, the angle harsh and predatory, torchlight flaring like shattered glass on his visor as a terror unlike anything you’d felt before settled its way into the pit of your stomach.

You were a dead woman walking.

There would be no escape. The Gamorrean guards stood behind you, narrow eyes fixed on your every move. A dark clad woman with a deadly rifle leaned against the dais, gaze sharper than a vibroblade boring into you. Everyone fell silent, still, as if made of stone. Not stone, you realized, simply pieces in a larger clockwork puzzle - all here to serve him. You were trapped, hopeless in Fett’s clutches, merely waiting for the hunter to strike.

A hunter who should have been dead.

He leaned forward, muscles rippling even under all that armor and cloth - unseen gaze undeniably focused on you. Maker, he was more frightening then any of the stories could ever capture - a warrior in every right, someone who didn’t have to boast of his power or even show it.

He simply was.

A deep voice spoke, carrying a dialect that was foreign to you, one you instantly thought was both alluring and deadly, even as you also noted it was coming from the very person staring you down.

“What,” the tone was all thunder and calculated coolness as he flicked a small projector to life on his gauntleted wrist, displaying a listing with your face for all to see. “Do we have here?”

Stars above, you were doomed.

Chills ran down your spine. Your lips parted, but no words came, as if your own mind conspired against you. Fear was all too familiar a paralysis, doom settling deep in your bones. What could you say to him? What even was the point? You knew the stories. Tales larger than life spread across the Galaxy of this man, this legend now in the flesh before you. Begging would be pointless. Hoping for mercy, even less so.

But kriff, you hadn’t survived this long to simply give up, either.

The Gamorreans grunted behind you, and a meaty hand shoved your wounded shoulder, knocking you to your knees. You yelped in pain, blood trickling down your back in rivulets, the cool tile beneath you the only thing grounding you from your agony. You looked back up, sweat beating your forehead, finding Fett’s unseen gaze tilted down, watching you in silence. Waiting. Expecting.

You were, after all, in his court.

A heavy silence had fallen, as every hunter watched your exchange with bated breath. Surely they wondered if Fett would claim your bounty, or if you were up for grabs. Terror settled deep in your chest, and you winced, pain radiating from your wounded shoulder. Fett suddenly shifted forward, and your words bubbled from chapped lips, as if sensing your impending doom.

“I…I seek sanctuary, my…” you blinked in confusion, wondering what honorific would work best, “my lord. I’m aware I have a bounty. I…”

Your world spun, everything fading to a muted blur. You could barely keep your focus on the armored figure looming above you. Shit, you’d lost too much blood. You tried to keep your head high, your quivering body fighting against your every move. If Fett didn’t kill you, you’d surely die first. Either way, you were doomed to die alone, among strangers, in the den of the very wolves you’d sought to escape.

His helmet tilted to the side in a gesture you could almost interpret as curiosity, remaining silent. Leaving you to desperately amble on.

You swallowed hard, clenching your hands to fists. You saw your reflection in his black visor; a pathetic image of a broken, bleeding, scared woman. A shell of the fierce warrior you once were.

“I crashed in the desert,” you tried to continue, you really did, even as your body grew oddly warm, exhaustion and blood loss taking their toll. “I was…betrayed. I didn’t…”

Your knees shook, fresh blood dripping freely. Several of the hunters amongst the crowd shifted closer to you, their eyes sharp, hungry. Kriff, they were like sharks, drawn to the blood you spilled. Interestingly, Fett’s helmet flicked their way, as if in a silent warning, and they quickly backed off without a single complaint.

You didn’t have the time to process the action.

Your vision flickered, as if a light switch had cut off and on, and the last thing you saw was a swirl of green and red hovering over you before darkness mercifully took over, and you collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

-

“Want me to put her in a cell, boss?” Fennec’s voice was low, calm, in Boba’s ear. “She’s garnering too much attention.”

Boba deigned a response, too focused on the unconscious woman before him, your bedraggled state, and the blood staining his floor. You were near death, that he could determine, but that wasn’t the only thing that drew his intrigue.

Strung around your neck, just peeking out from under your shirt, was a mandalorian necklace. And not just any necklace, but the very mythosaur sigil he bore. He generally didn’t give a damn about Mandalorians. They were a stubborn lot, fiercely independent. On that, he supposed they were similar, and that was exactly why they didn’t get along. That was, until Din. Their interactions had brought back memories of his father, of a past he’d long been haunted by. Perhaps, in some ironic twist of fate, that past was still revealing itself in new, unexpected ways.

You’d come here for sanctuary, knowing you had a bounty, which clearly indicated you hadn’t known where you were, or that you’d stumble upon him. Judging by your shocked expression, you’d clearly recognized him, but he doubted you’d known he was alive.

There were enough reasons to ask questions, at least, before final judgement.

“No, Fennec.” Boba kept his voice low, for her alone to hear. “Take her to the medical droid. Give her a room, keep it locked and guarded.”

“Hmm. Almost hospitable.” Fennec’s angular brow lifted, but she didn’t press further. “To what end?”

Boba found himself looking back down at you, an emotion he could almost interpret as concern flaring in his chest. Something about your broken, bloodied form twisted in his stomach like a knife, and he sighed, clenching his gloved hands to fists.

“I have some questions first.”

-

“Jaceyn!”

The alarms blared like sirens in your ears as your ship spiraled out of control. Lights swirling, screams echoing, panic overriding common sense as the escape pods ejected, the crew leaving you to your doom. Your footsteps pounded down the hall, sweat beading, dripping into your eyes, desperation flooding your chest.

Your ship was crashing, your armor was missing, and your love…

“Jaceyn! Wait!” Your plea flung into empty space like the shrapnel that had torn into your shoulder. Tears blurred your vision as you bolted after him, heart pounding desperately in your chest. “Please…”

A fist connected to your chest, throwing you backward onto the doomed craft. Pain burned through your body like fire as you watched the final pod eject, leaving you to crash to your death.

The damn coward’s back was turned.

The ship spiraled down, down, and down, reducing your world to an agonized blur of pain and confusion, fading until there was nothing left but sand and blood.

Your eyes snapped open, heart pounding like a war drum, sweat drenching your body. You gripped the sheets with panicked gasps, fingers quivering, limbs shaking. Your breaths were ragged, as if from knife-torn lungs.

You were swathed in darkness, and swore you could still taste blood on the back of your throat. Your confusion subsided enough for you to register that you weren’t in the wreckage, but rather, a large bed.

What the…

Panic grew to sheer terror, and even with all your training, you felt your limbs locking up. Where the kriff were you? You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. You hadn’t lived this long by being stupid, nor would you start to engage in foolishness now. Your gaze swept the room, starting at the far corner, analyzing every detail, cataloguing every potential threat.

You certainly found one when your eyes fell on the same armored figure you’d seen before you’d passed out, that T-visored helm fixed on you with deadly precision.

So, you were still the infamous Boba Fett’s prey. A curse flew from your lips before you could stop yourself, finding yourself wishing you’d bled out in the sands.

“I’ve been called worse.” Fett’s voice was deep, dry, and void of emotion.

Your lips snapped shut, and you instantly went to shift out of the bed and away from him - as far as you possibly could. Your body lurched in pain at the movement, a dull agony cording through your veins. Kriff…you were too wounded to move much, especially to be able to run.

You were hopelessly trapped in his clutches.

“What…” you blinked, swallowing hard as you dared to glare back at his visor. “Did you do to me?”

“You were dying.” His tone was matter of factual, curt. “Needed bacta.”

Now you were even more confused. He was helping you? Surely it was to receive a higher sum of credits for your bounty. You couldn’t fathom a different reason.

“I get it. You wanna fetch a higher sum for me.” You shot him a blank glare despite the fear thrumming in your heart like a living thing. “Sorry I arrived as damaged goods.”

Fett fell silent, and you couldn’t tell for the life of you if he was angry or simply bored. When he finally spoke again, there was little change in his tone, other than what you could only guess was curiosity.

“The mandalorian necklace.” His helmet tilted slightly downward, at your neck. “Where’d you get it?”

You glanced down at your chest, eyes falling on the necklace that was bared freely for him to see. Another curse rushed from your lips. Fett’s helmet tilted to the right. If you were to reveal your true identity to him, a bounty hunter…you were as good as dead. The last remaining vestiges of the Empire would pay handsomely for your blood.

It was as if Fett could read your mind.

“I’ve no interest in turning you in.” He leaned forward, a warning thrumming in his deep tone. “Unless you give me one. Understand?”

You felt yourself nodding, as if your body managed what your brain could not. Judging by the tilt of his helmet, Fett seemed pleased.

“Now.” He leaned back in the chair, arms draped over the armrests, a finger casually tapping the polished metal. “Who are you?”

“I…” you swallowed your fear, pushing it back, already theorizing ways you could escape if he didn’t stick to his word. “I’m a mandalorian. My clan was killed by Moff Gideon. I escaped, but was betrayed…so forgive me if I seem doubtful, but I know your kind. And I know how many credits I’m worth.”

Fett remained silent, his helmet tilting slightly to the left in a gesture that could have nearly been interpreted as curiosity. So, you continued.

“I know I’m wounded, but,” your eyes narrowed at the black, impassive t-visor staring you down, “I won’t go down without a fight.”

“That, I believe, little one,” Fett finally spoke, his voice softer than you’d expected. He slowly stood, as to not alarm you, hands hanging loose at his sides. “You need rest. Stay here, where it’s safe. I’ll ensure it.”

He turned to leave, armor glinting faintly under the light of the moons.

“Why help me?” You watched him pause, heartbeat fluttering, worry that he’d change his mind coursing through your veins.

No one could be trusted.

“My father was mandalorian.” His tone was rougher, more ragged, yet constrained. “I would not wish to see you meet his fate.”

He left without another word, the door shutting behind him, leaving you in confused silence.

Exhausted from your struggles, you collapsed on the bed despite yourself, wondering that dreadful, or nebulous, fate the Galaxy held for you next.

[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.

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

I’m super excited about this poll because I won’t know until tomorrow what name y’all choose! I LOVE SURPRISES!

@daimyosprincess wants a poll so we’re polling.

@meshlaxbunny

@dukeoftheblackstar

@acatalystrising

@baufraus

@die-herzlos-engel

@wings-and-beskar

@erinthevampire

I’m sure I missed a few people who would definitely want to have their vote counted. My loves, choose a name!