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Iâm not crying because Dennis isnât finishing his F2 season you are đđđđđ
#I know heâs going to Indy next and heâs got stuff lined u but itâs still sad#I donât know why Iâm sad about this#happy for him but itâs like the end of him on feeder series and itâs going to weird not seeing him#thots đ
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đpiss princess written across my tits by him when ê°áą. .áąê±âËâč
#my thotsâĄ#me frđŒ#me n him#piss kink#p!ss k!nk#omori#omorashi#bd/sm princess#so romantic âĄđ„șđ#but not seriously plsss#cnc free use#bladder desperation#abus3 me#bladder torture#p1ss kink#p1ss wh0re#p1ss play#p1ss in her#p1ss k1nk#p!ss play
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in another world, JJ and Rafe are frenemy frat brothers that go from wanting to kill each other to willing to kill for each other.
jj's always like "i mean, yeah, we're cool but he's a pretentious douche."
and rafe is always like "the little blonde fucker's alright, i guess."
#thots n dreamsđ#jj maybank x reader#rafe cameron x reader#frat!rafe#frat!jj#harlowstfuđ€«#to be writtenđ
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take you down a peg
if youâre a macho man then beg
bend over the bed
itâs time to take you down a peg
~ peg, scene queen âĄ
#this song by scene queen is new and iâm obsessed and you already know it gave me âšđ§ââïžđ THOUGHTSâąïžđđ§ââïžâš#more like thots laugh out loud#anyway!#this is actually my first like edit video thing lmao? Ik itâs crap itâs just for shits and giggles#ignore the huge fuckoff inshot logo PLZ#ur girl is poor and wonât pay for the good good editing software lol#if your video is featured here and you donât want it to be please let me know i will take it down or i can put your credit front and centre#i tried to use as many non fan vids as i could though#i tried to fit the lyrics#kÀÀrijĂ€#scene queen#peg
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hello sky <3 congrats on hitting 1k yet again!!
here 2 dump my recent hard thoughts for cheol T T: bf!cheol size training you bc 1.) he really doesn't want to hurt you when he splits you open on his dick, and; 2.) he kind of gets off to the sight of you taking a lot of his fingers inside your needy cunt :')
do what you want w this information <33
hi kai!! <33 thank you so much, I really appreciate it (,:
but oh my goodness you are DIABOLICAL for this!!!! this cheol is going to haunt me and im giving you forehead kisses for sharing this information with me - my mind has run wild with it, i hope you enjoy <3
warnings: smut!! (minors do not interact); size kink and size training!!; massive dick cheol agenda; fem! bodied but no specific pronouns; fingering; use of pet names (baby)
"Such a sweet little thing," Seungcheol is crooning at the sight of your tiny little hole sucking in just his index finger. "What makes you think you can take all of me when you're squirming from just one finger? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're all adjusted and ready for me, baby."
"Cheol," you mewl desperately, you knew he liked to take his sweet time preparing you, as you still had yet to easily take your boyfriend's cock without any preparation, but he sure knew how to drive you crazy. It was maddening how Seungcheol peered up at you from between your thighs, with fluffy hair, and blown-out eyes only making your pussy weep for him more.
"I know," he hushes you, his eyes darting from your own back down to your cunt, a shaky breath escaping his lips when he feels your walls contract from a simple curl of his finger. "Think you're ready for another finger?"
You feel breathless as he removes his finger, two fingers now running through your folds and collecting your honeyed arousal. He lets out a chuckle when you whimper out a feeble 'yes,' his fingers dipping in shallowly before diving deeper between your walls, the added friction from the second finger overwhelmingly pleasurable.
The sight of how you quiver from just two fingers is enough to make Seungcheol buck his hips, grinding into the mattress from where he is laid between your legs. He soaks in the way your back arches and the way goosebumps litter your thighs as he continues to pump his middle and index finger into your needy cunt. If he didn't enjoy the sight so much his lips would already be wrapped around your clit.
He could feel the precum collecting in his boxers, his hips that ground into the mattress matched the pace at which he fucked his fingers deeper into your cunt. The imagery alone as his fingers disappeared into your arousal was enough to make his blood rush straight to his dick, feeling impossibly hard and aroused for the little amount of friction provided by each roll of his hips.
Seungcheol continues to stretch you even more, adding a third finger to the mix and pulling the most delectable moan from you.
"How are you still so tight?" He teases, his husky voice giving away just how affected he is by fingering you. Admittedly, he doesn't want to stop ever, he could watch your little cunt, messy and needy, grip his fingers for hours, basking in how your thighs shake around him with each intentional curl of his finger. "Are you doing okay? Talk to me, baby."
"Going too slow, cheol," you whimper, feeling as if you can finally take more, the building arousal burning deep in your lower stomach as your pussy throbs around his fingers. "Please, I need more."
At this point, Seungcheol is carried away, three fingers fucking into you at a quickened pace, stretching and preparing you for what is yet to come later. He can feel his length throb with desire as he continues to thrust his thick fingers deeper inside of you, knowing exactly where to find the spot that has you screaming in encouragement and clamping your legs around him.
He knows you can take another finger at this point, but he is too lost in the moment to add another before he is beckoning you to release.
"C'mon," he coaxes you, using the thumb on his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. The sound of your wet cunt and pornographic moans has him quivering with desire, his senses overstimulated by just how perfect you are. "I think you're ready, come for me."
Seungcheol can feel - he can see - your tiny little hole spasming as your slick soaks the palm of his hand. He has to press his hips harshly into the mattress to keep himself from cumming in his boxers right then and there, the beautiful sight of your needy little pussy and orgasmic glow being enough to almost push him to the edge. He absolutely loves bringing you to euphoria just like this, it's almost all he needs to be satiated.
But, oh god, if Seungcheol thinks this is great, he is reminded of just how desperate your little pussy is yet again when he spears you with his cock. You're always so good for him, always taking his hot and heavy length with grace after he works you up so well. He sure doesn't mind taking the necessary steps when you mold to his cock this well.
#kai you menace#thank you for sharing your thots <3#please stop by anytime#1k tears#svthub#seventeen smut#svt smut#seungcheol smut#choi seungcheol smut#scoups smut#lovely moots đ#sky's stars đ«#kai đ
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9x01 | A New Beginning
#let's play Clue i'll be the rope#Rick Grimes#*#rg#S9#i hate this website that gifset i just tried to post wouldn't show on my dash....#i had to test that this one would#ANYWAY#hmm#many thots....i mean thoughts#đ Fuzzy Daddy đ#it's been 5 years and i#still want to rub his head like it's a crystal ball and i'm a cheap ass fortune teller at a county fair#BEAUTIFUL FLUFFY SANTA FACE#excuse me but The Noseâą#i love me a sweaty man#excuse me sir please put your forearms away thank you#im gonna go have a big glass of wine now
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Okaaaaay I'll come back!
Plot twist, Assistant Reader making him recite something from memory while she gives him the best head he's ever had?
This time I'll just say...SEE YA LATER đč
OMGGGGUWZJSOZHIAHZIAZBISiwn ABSOLUTELY YES YES YES YES THOUSAND YESES
Sheâs like letâs go pookie show me what you got use that pretty head and he is trying his best but FAILSđ©đ©đ©
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Hello! I had a nsfw thot about Rex and decided to bring it to the best Rex expert I follow đ
Imagine if our dearest captain pavlov'd himself with coming untouched (at the same time as you) when eating you out.
It all started simple enough, with his love for making you come apart on his tongue, and the sight getting him worked up enough that he can't help but rut against the mattress, to get a sliver of relief to the lust boiling at his core.
Every time it starts to feel better and more intense, his hips starting to roll as soon as he feels your taste on his tongue. And one time it's all too much, your taste, your voice calling his name, your fingers tugging at his curls, the squeeze of your soft thighs on his head. He can't hold back, and comes harder than he remembers ever doing.
Your praise and fire blazing in your eyes at the situation only seal his new fate, and now he can't (doesn't want to) stop himself from reaching his highs with you, even if it means he'll be a wreck and overstimulated to all hells by the time you let him sheath himself into your heat đ
BABE I AM SCRMEIANGARG THIS IS SO HIM
and now im gonna write this from his pov bc i am a woman possessed by this thot
The sight of you looking down at him is like a dream come to life. Eyes hooded, brows raised in ecstacy, mouth dropped open as you pant to keep up with your racing pulse. He smirks as his tongue swirls around your clit, proud of himself for what only he can make you feel.
Your sweet tang on his tongue is overwhelming enough already, but watching you writhe for him, bucking up into him for more...it's the hottest fucking thing he's ever seen. He can feel his cock throbbing, wishing he could slip that in you already instead of just his tongue. He rolls his hips lazily into the sheets below him, the contact making him shiver.
His hand rests on your breast, kneading it gently and flattening his tongue to lick a long stripe through your folds. You shout his name melodically and he groans, the heat in his core thickening his length even further. It's just too much to bear. You are too much for him to resist. His hips thrust faster, building a shallow rhythm to satisfy the maddening throbbing of his cock.
He suckles at your clit, kissing and lapping at it like he'd been starving for since before he left for his last mission. Your moans are practically a lullaby he replays in his mind to help him sleep when he needs it and now hearing it live is pumping lust through his veins all over again. Fuck he just can't take it anymore.
He shifts his hand down between his thighs to wrap around his length, pumping and twisting his fist around himself to soothe the ache. You're whining his name, panting and shuddering while he flicks your clit with his tongue, speeding up to match the rapid jerk of his fist.
Your moans reach a high-pitched crescendo, your back arching provocatively and your soft, plush thighs closing around his head. He can feel your body overheating and your heat just starting to overflow onto his tongue. It's intoxicating and euphoric and he'd happily suffocate right here buried in your center and squeezed between your thighs. Your name is the only sound he hears and it pushes him over the edge beautifully.
With a final tug he feels the heavy tension in his core snap, exploding into blissful oblivion. His cock spasms, spurting his own warmth over his fingers and into the sheets that helped coax this release. His body goes numb as he drinks up your release and he rides out the most intense high he's ever had without ever being inside you.
You giggle happily, panting and smiling down at him, clearly more than thrilled with him. He takes a mental note of how stunning you look in the afterglow and he can feel the resurgence of lust bubbling up in him all over again. As he moves himself up to kiss your pretty face, you can both tell he's not nearly done with you for the night.
#captain rex thots#captain rex smut#captain rex x you#captain rex x reader#anon you are a beautiful dirty angel for thisđđ#asks and thots#also we both know rex is a pussy eating kingđ«ą
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kissing mikey dumb. kissing mikey stupid until his cheeks are flushed pink and his lips are swollen. kissing him until his face relaxes, eyes glazed over in drunken lust and heady intimacy that no matter how much you two kiss, he just never gets used to.
kissing him so sweet and so sloppy that he canât help but blush every time he looks over at you. cant even make eye contact with you as he pictures kissing you over and over again. pushing his tongue inside your mouth. sucking your bottom lip. his pants tighten before he remembers to force himself to keep his mind off you, unless he wants everyone else to see how hard you make him.
#mikey thirst#manjiro thirst#manjiro sano#mikey x reader#manjiro x reader#manjiro sano x reader#tokrev mikey#tokyo revengers thirst#mikey drabbles#I saw some fanart and immediately ran over to share my thots <3#heâs just so pretty lemme kiss đđ
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PART V: PREFACE
âPAIRING: Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader
âRATING: Explicit, 18+ only â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
âSUMMARY: You make sure Professor Fett knows just how much he means to you.
âWORD COUNT: 8.6k
âTAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, no use of y/n, explicit sexual content, alternate universe, professor!Boba, age gap relationship between an older man and younger woman (reader is mid-twenties and Boba is late forties), reader described as having enough hair to grab, Dom/sub power dynamics (Dom!Boba and sub!reader), BDSM elements, use of restraints (reader's hands are bound), creampie, lots of pet names, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, use of a vibrator, pussy spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tiniest bit of breeding kink, Daddy kink đ€, lil bit of angst when Boba has some bad dreams
We've got some new chapter warnings this time, so be sure to mind them. As always, let me know if I missed anything that needs to be tagged! Mando'a translations are at the end.
âAUTHOR'S NOTES: We're back baybee and better than ever! Part V will conclude Volume I of Ex Libris, but fear not: your fav professor/librarian duo will be back for more sexy escapades (and fEeLiNgS) in the future in Volume 2 đđ€
A big thank you to @agirlnamejacq and @rexxdjarin for betaing this series, and thank you my beautiful readers for your all support and feedback đ
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<Part IV â Interlude>
Boba Fett is a man of exquisite extremes: a simple man when it comes to himself, his personal effects minimal but well made, but quite the opposite when it comes to you. After he had a taste of spoiling you rotten on your date to the poppy fields, he couldnât get enough, no matter how many times you told him he didnât have to spend any money on you. You so much as glanced at something for too long and youâd find it tucked away somewhere for you to find, wrapped in a ribbon. You didnât mind, not one bit, but you donât want him to think that he had to keep doing it to keep you happyâjust him by himself is enough to last you till the end of your days.
âBoba, you donât have to keep doing this, really, I-â
âPrincess, whatâs the point of all my money sitting in the bank if I canât spend it how I like?â
âBut⊠I love you without all that.â
âI know you do, cyarâika, I know. Now that weâve got that established, let me spoil you like I want to, like you deserve.â
You gave in willingly after that conversation, allowing him to buy you all the little trinkets and sparkly jewelry your heart desired. One of his favorite things to do, youâd found, was to tuck his black credit card in your purse and send you to the mall with Selena, placing a kiss on your forehead and a slap on the ass as you went out the door. In return, youâd put on a little fashion show for him when you returned, ending with you in whatever risque lingerie you purchased for him to rip off and devour you whole.Â
You currently have on one of the sets he hadnât gotten the chance to tear off your body, a blush rose pair of elegant satin and lace thatâs delightfully comfortable and smooth against your skin. As you consider your dress choices for the evening ahead, you can feel the way Boba is admiring you from across his bedroom while heâs buttoning up his cream-colored shirt. âWhich one do you think,â you ask, turning and holding up the two choices, âthe green or the blue one?â
Adjusting his collar down flat with practiced skill, he smirks. âWhich one will be easier to get into later tonight?â
Even after all the filth thatâs come out of his mouth, his flirting can still make you flush like a schoolgirl. âBoba!â
âWhat?â he shrugs with a rakish smile, âIâm asking for⊠research purposes.â
You canât help but laugh, the man did have a sense of humor when he wanted to. âWell if you bend me over and pull them up, they should be about the same,â you respond, biting your lip and wiggling your eyebrows. You picked these dresses precisely because they provided easy access: what Boba doesnât yet know is that you have a little surprise that has nothing to do with your dress, and everything to do with him.Â
He crosses the room in a few strides and stops in front of you, letting his gaze travel down your body with lush attention before flicking between the two options you held. âHmm, the green one, I think. Green looks good on you,â he hums, leaning in to press a slow kiss to your lips.
âLooks good on you, too,â you mumble, deepening the kiss. Boba had shown you his fatherâs armor, now his, that he carefully unpacked and mounted on a stand in his study. The reverence with which he handled each piece was a poignant reminder of the grief buried deep within his ribs and the pride he took in being his fatherâs son. You felt honored that he trusted you to share that part of himself; even in the short time youâve known him, itâs readily apparent that he is a private person when it comes to his past.Â
When his roughened hands slide down to grab your ass, you reluctantly break the kiss. âWeâre gonna be late if you keep that upâŠâ
âOh, I can make it quick, princess. Promise.â He trails kisses down the thin skin of your throat and kneads the plushness of your ass. âYou know Iâm a man of my word.â
Stepping back out of his reach, you give him a scolding smile. âI know you are. Now, help me with this thing.â Boba huffs, more as a show rather than actual annoyance, and does as you request, dutifully lacing up the ties of the sage green garment across your back. Once done, he sits in the armchair to put on his shoes while you slip on your jewelryâincluding the piece youâre going to surprise him with.
As you secure the anklet around your leg, you admire how the interlinking chain twinkles in the light. The jewelry soaks up the heat of your body quickly, sitting heavier and warmer as you imagine what the professorâs reaction will be; you know he has that protective streak in him, that desire to care for and nurture you in a way you suspect he never received himself. That, combined with the claim he so enjoys laying on you, filling you full of him and marking your skin with his mouth, hands, and hips, leaves no doubt in your mind that your little surprise will drive him wonderfully and perfectly insane.
Now that the time has come to set your plot in motion, it takes everything in you to school your giddy expression. Sinking onto the end of the bed, you lean back on your hands and lift your leg to wiggle your foot in his direction so he gets a look up your dressâwhich he takes, of course. âCan you help me with my shoes, handsome?â you simper, batting your lashes for extra effect.
Boba rolls his eyes, muttering how youâre spoiled rotten as he scoops up your heels and slides on the first one, balancing the ball of your foot on his abdomen. He fastens the straps with deft fingers, then takes the opportunity to press slow kisses up your calf, keeping his deep eyes locked on yours. Itâs surprisingly sensual, warmth feathering out from your core and fluttering in your stomach. You bite your lip, enjoying his slow touches and he winks. Fuck, heâs so kriffing hot.
He sets your leg down and braces the other against him, this time trailing his lips down from your thigh to just above the straps of your shoe. Securing the straps, nods at your anklet. âMmm, what have we here?âÂ
The gold piece looks even daintier against his thick fingers as he runs them across it.
You tilt your chin up just a bit as you watch his expression through heavy-lidded eyes. âJust a little something that reminded me of you. Thought I would wear it tonight.â Boba adjusts the jewelry around your ankle so he can examine the stylized letters adorning it. The anticipation of him seeing âDaddyâs Girlâ dangling off you for anyone to see has restless energy lighting up your nerves.
A second later, Boba gasps, sucking in a sharp, sudden breath and his face snaps up to look at you; youâre as licentious and dusky as an old Hollywood star as you peer back at him. His grip becomes almost unbearably tight, but it feels so good that you hope it leaves a bruise to remember it by. His lips part but no sound comes out, every muscle in his body rigid. Something has come over him, something so visceral it strikes him to the core of his being.Â
This you know youâll remember for the rest of your days, until the end of time evenâyou know you will. The time you made Boba Fett, the strongest, most unshakeable man youâve ever met, break. Not crease or fold. Not snap. Break.Â
âSay it.â The words fall from his lip hoarse and cracked. A wild energy crackles and grows behind his glossy eyes.
You drag your hands closer to your body to push yourself up higher, and your heart rate picks up. You almost want to make this last forever. âSay⊠what?â you drawl, blinking at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
One of his hands drops to your thigh, his fingers digging into the pillowy flesh there. A sizzle of air rushes from behind his teeth. âSay it. Say it right now.âÂ
Heat is radiating off him so hot you can feel it, like a star burning itself into creation. The primal rawness of his desire, its baseness, permeates into your skin and makes his feverish desire become your own. You canât deny him, not when it feels like his scalding becoming will remake you anew, too.
Blistering heat fills you from the inside out as his eyes bore into you. You lick your lips, savoring the last of the moment before this man shatters your whole world from the inside out in a glorious passion. âIâm⊠Iâm Daddyâs girl.â
Tossing your adorned leg over his shoulder, Boba crashes into you, his lips searing a kiss onto your mouth thatâs so hot your mind leaves your body for a few breathless seconds. Youâre effectively folded in half by his crushing weight and it makes your muscles scream in the most delicious way. Boba curses into your open mouth as his hips grind what has to be a painfully hard erection into your ass.
âFuck, ner cyare, tell me thatâs what you want, tell me you want me to be-â
âI want you, want you to be my Daddy, Boba, please.â Hands balled in his shirt behind his neck, you gasp your answer with the breath from his lungs.Â
A string of coarse curses pour from his mouth. âGedetâye, sweet girl, let me have you. Let me show you just how good Daddy can make his babygirl feel.â
Heâs a paradox of pleasure, impossibly dominant yet unbearably vulnerable in his need for you in this moment. He can see all of you and you can see all of him; itâs the most intimate thing youâve ever experienced, a culmination of the trust the two of you had been building between your hearts and in his bed. Hearing him say those words in that voice has you breaking into a million needy pieces, ready for him to put you back together again.
Fuck, how could I say no to that?
Looking directly into his blown out eyes, you give him the permission he needs. âFuck me.â
You want to sear the sound that he makes at your confirmation into your brain forever. He shifts back, lowering your leg off him to quickly work himself out of his pants. Propped up on your elbows now, you can see how his thick cock is weeping and dripping with need, the velvety skin of his shaft so red itâs almost purple. You curse under your breath, your mouth and your pussy filling with moisture at the sight of him. He pumps himself a few times, a snarl tearing from his chest when you moan from watching.
Grabbing both your ankles, he yanks you down the bed, pushing the hem of your dress over your stomach and hitching your legs over his hips. âShit, youâve soaked right through those pretty little panties,â he groans, curling his fingers around the satin material and ripping it clean off your body, the stretch and snap of the fabric making you hiss. A deep moan escapes him at the vision of your glistening womanhood now on full display, and Boba pushes your thighs up to get an even better view.
You feel like youâre in the middle of a supernova, melting into his star; your every thought runs into the next and sensations bleed into one anotherâyouâre totally lost to the pleasure of the moment. Boba bends to lick up a taste of your arousal when the words come rushing out of your mouth. âFuck me, donât wait, just fuck me. Split me open on your cock, Daddy, please.â You want to feel the size of him, so much of him that itâs all you can comprehend.
He stiffens, closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths. âPrincess,â he grits out, his restraint taking visible effort for the first time, âd-donât say things like that, not when⊠you know I have to prep you.â
You donât careâyou want him in you now, forcing himself through your tight walls and making you feel every kriffing inch of his cock. Slotting your hands under your knees, you spread yourself even wider in an open invitation to take whatâs rightfully his and only his. âPleaseeeee, please, sir, itâs all yours, please fuck me, give me your co-â
Bobaâs hand slaps across your pussy, tearing a sharp moan from your chest and making you gush. âEnough!â he barks, âYou know the rules. Or do you need to be reminded across my knee?â
The lasting sting radiating out from your clit and his imperious tone has your mind scrambling to right itself; youâre so kriffing turned on you can barely think. Apparently you take too long, because Bobaâs left hand shoots around your neck and squeezes the thoughts right out of your head. âWith behavior like this, I think you do need to be reminded of Daddyâs rules, little brat.âÂ
Your eyes widen, his absolute authority has you trembling in anticipation. You hang on his every word even as your brain struggles to form a complete thought.Â
Boba lightens the pressure around your throat to allow you to speak. âTell me the rules, and keep those legs open. Number one,â he commands, smacking your pussy, making you yelp.
âHonesty!â
He gives you another slap across your clit. This time you moan, the stinging sensation quickly turning into pleasure. âNumber two.â
âRespect!â
After the third strike, he leaves his hand sitting on top of your searing lips. âNumber three.â You answer correctly and he rubs his fingers over your clit, sending sparks shooting up your spine. âFour, last rule.âÂ
Boba fingers begin to rub faster over your slick, swollen clit and you drag your mind to the answer, gasping, âNo coming⊠without⊠permission!âÂ
A pleased look settles on his handsome face and he releases your throat to caress your cheek with his knuckles. âThatâs my good girl, so smart, did so well for me,â he praises in a tone sweeter than golden honey, âDaddy rewards his princess when sheâs good, even more now that sheâs his little girl. How do you like that, sweetheart? Come on, talk to me.â His fingers slow to a halt between your open thighs and he eases your legs back down on the bed.
You feel at an immediate loss without his touch, like everything is suddenly too much.
Rule number two, make sure your needs are met. âCan you hold me while we talk? Need to feel you, please.â
Bobaâs eyes widen, concern flickering over his features as he scans for any additional discomfort. âOf course, babygirl. Wanna get undressed, too?â he asks, his hands rubbing your thighs to give you a point of contact as you consider his question.
Your unease stops rising enough for you to crack a smile. âWeâre really not going to that play, are we?â
Chuckling, he smiles down at you. âNo, princess, we are absolutely not.âÂ
That established, Boba helps undo all the work of getting you into your evening attireâspending extra time kissing down your legs to remove your heels, his fingers playing with the anklet that led to the eveningâs funâand gets out of his. Tucking you into his side, skin to glorious skin, he pulls the covers over the both of you and begins rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. âThat better now?â
âMmm hmm, so much better,â you confirm, burying your face into his warm chest. The rising tension in your own abates and your heartbeat slows back to normal.
âYou want to keep going, princess? We can call it a night if you want to.â
You start kissing up his neck in answer, yours hand roaming up the inside of his thigh. âYes, Daddy, I want to keep going. I wanna keep going until youâre coming dry,â you tease, biting down on his shoulder.
He gives your ass a swat. âBehave.â
âYes, sir,â you giggle, resting your head back down on him and reigning in your wandering hands.
Boba strokes his thumb over your hip bone and you can tell heâs trying to find the words to say whatever heâs thinking about. After a couple moments, he asks in a low voice, âSo you⊠really want that from me?â
You trace over the tattoos swirling over his pectoral with your fingertip. âWant what?â
âYour anklet⊠do you really want to be my girl?â
âI am your girl.â You smile to yourself at his sudden sheepishness; you know what heâs trying to ask but you want to hear him say it in that luscious voice of his. Is it selfish? Maybe, but you think youâre entitled to a little fun at his expense every now and again, especially when youâre about to let him fuck you into oblivion.
Boba grumbles at your insistence on being difficult, exhaling a long breath. âI mean, you want me to be⊠Daddy?â
As cute as it is to see your big bad dominant boyfriend have any doubt about your wish when youâre literally wearing jewelry that says so, the coals of your desire are starting to glow hot and ready in your belly. And he makes it sound even better than it already is with that voice. âYes, Boba. I want you to be my Daddy,â you smile up at him with a peck to his jaw. The professor is a deeply caring man under the thick armor of his exterior. He craves an outlet for the tenderness the universe never allowed him just as you long for the safety the world so rarely afforded you.  Â
âOh babygirl,â he groans, pulling you into lap so youâre straddling him. He cups the back of your head, slotting your lips against his in a passionate kiss. âIâm⊠youâre⊠what made you want this?â he gasps into your mouth, his lips never leaving yours.
His growing desperation and the hard length of his cock twitching against your thigh has your hips rocking over his. âWell⊠when I first saw the anklet⊠I thought it would be a funny way⊠to rile you up. So I bought it⊠with your money of course.â
He chuckles, peppering kisses down your jaw to your neck. âI would hope so, princess.â
You pull him farther into you with a hand on the back of his head. âBut the more I thought about it⊠the more I liked the idea-fuck, just like that.â Boba has taken your pebbled nipples between his fingers and is rolling them just perfectly. âI read some stuff about those kinds of relationships online and it just seemed right. You take such good care of me and I trust you with every bone in my body. And youâre just so⊠you. Knew it was what I wanted ahh-â He had pinched your nipples, making you keel into him with your back arched.Â
He grabs two handfuls of your hips and presses you flush against him, his lips seeking yours once more. When youâre sufficiently breathless, Boba pulls back with a soft smile. âThank you, princess,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, âThat kind of trust you have in me, it⊠it means more to me than youâll ever know.â
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him close, breathing in his scent feeling the beat of his heart against your own. Who knew love could be like this? Powerful and sweet; intense, yet soft. Unplanned but perfectly balanced. Â
âNow what do you want for your reward, pretty girl?â
It had seemed like a wonderful idea to ask Boba to tie you up and use the new vibrator youâd bought before he fucked you into next week, but now that youâre strung out and openly sobbing after your third orgasm of the night, youâre not sure so sure. Every nerve in your body is raw and burning, and youâre consumed by even the slightest physical sensation, down to Bobaâs breath on your damp skin.
âAww, look at you taking it so well, sweetheart,â he coos proudly, slowly dragging the toy up and down your folds, âYou look so good like this, you know that, my pretty girl? I wish I could see you like this all the time. Youâre so beautiful.â
All his sugary words only add to the thick haze of overstimulation shrouding your mind; you canât do anything but whimper and moan as you convulse at the incessant vibrations buzzing on your clit. Even though heâs lowered the power several notches, youâre so kriffing sensitive that youâre crying from the overwhelming sensation of your unabating pleasure.Â
âLittle princesses should be taken care of, and thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do,â he promises, âGotta make sure youâre nice and sensitive so you can feel every single inch of Daddyâs cock when heâs fucking you.â
His words cause the frayed string of your remaining sanity to snap. You wail at the thought of having him inside and out, rocking through your sopping cunt. âOh, fuck, oh ffffuuuuck! Iâm gonna-Iâm-â you choke, desperately trying to get the words to form on your tongue that feels too big for your mouth, âP-please can I come? Wanna-wanna be good but itâs too f-fucking much, please!â
âThatâs my good girl, go ahead, go ahead and come for Daddy,â he permits, âI wanna hear you scream.â He pushes the vibrator more firmly against you so no matter how much you shake and squirm you canât escape its boundless energy.
Too much, too much, feels so good, too much, FUCK! You explode with ragged pleasure, your nerves raked to shreds, the overbearing sensation ripping through your wound-up insides like some sort of demon of desire.Â
When Boba removes the toy from your clit it almost makes you scream again, the sudden loss of contact shocking your senses like youâd been dunked in ice-cold water. âShh shh shh,â he soothes, the tender pride in his voice caressing over your harsh angles, âIâve got you, thatâs a good girl, there you go.â He continues to coo over you, rubbing your overwrought muscles loose from their tensed state. He doesnât untie you though.
âYou did so good for me, little one, Iâm so proud of you,â he praises, âcoming four times for me. Thatâs a new record, isnât it, sweetheart?â Parting your lower lips, he brushes his fingers through the unbelievable amount of wetness there. You shudder and whimper as you press your thighs together in an attempt to stop the agonizing friction of his fingers against your aching clit. Boba tsks, slapping his free hand down on the meat of your thigh, making you squeal and jump at the stinging strike. âAh ah ah, you donât decide when youâre done, princess, you donât get that choice. Only I decide when youâve had enough.â
âB-but itâs s-so m-much,â you sniffle, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks as you pull against the restraints that have your hands fastened to the headboardâthe only thing tethering you to this universe.
He rubs his large, warm hands up and down your ribcage in slow strokes. âAww, I know, pretty baby, but you want to be good for Daddy, donât you?â Dipping down, Boba plants soft kisses up the valley of your breasts and neck and over your chin, finally landing on your quivering lips. You bob your head, a broken hum from your throat confirming your sentiment. âThatâs my girl, my sweet little angel. Now open up those legs nice and wide for me, let me see that pretty pussy.â
With another sniffle, you crack your legs apart against your bodyâs instincts, feeling so exposed yet totally safe with him. You know down to the depths of your soul that he would only ever care for you. That in his bed, youâre perfect, adored, and safe, youâre the center of his universe. Thereâs nothing he wouldnât do for you if you asked and no amount of pleasure he wouldnât bring you.
Humming in enjoyment of what his work wrought, Boba shifts down the bed to layer wet kisses over the expanse of your slicked thighs and puffy folds. He stops to lick and suck your arousal up with his tongue while he mumbles about how delicious you taste just for him. The fog of your orgasms clears just enough for desire to start to spark again between your thighs at his wet tongue and salacious praise.
You want him inside you, no, need him inside you, painting your insides with his mark and sweating curses into your skin. You crave the way heâs stripped bare by your body and the pleasure it brings him, those precious few moments where he can shed the weight of his pain and be lost in you. âDaddy, please, want you inside me, want you to fuck me,â you whine, arching up with an offer of your body, âWanna make you feel good, too.â
Boba groans at your request, his dark eyes fluttering shut as he bites down into your thigh. âYouâre so good to me, cyare, so, so good to meâŠâ He rests his forehead on your soft belly for a moment, looping his arms around you and holding you close for a handful of heartbeats. He then slides up your body to release you from your bindings. âLet Daddy hear you beg for his cock one more time, pretty baby. Let me hear it one more time and give you just what you want, just what you need.â
You do as youâre told, pleading and simpering while you watch how Boba begins to crack under his desire, his arousal glowing through his fissures like magma beneath a volcano. Maker, how you want to feel the tectonic power of him, the unforgiving slate of his hips and the obsidian points of his lust-blown eyes, to drown in his primordial pleasure. Digging your nails into his back you tell him so, panting your desires into his ear until he finally erupts.Â
Snarling, he tosses your legs over his shoulders and buries himself into you in one smooth, frictionless motion. He sets a harried pace that has your anklet swinging right next to his face with every thrust of his powerful hips. And true to his word, you can feel every single goddamn inch of him pounding into you; you swear you can see the brink of ecstasyâs insanity on the horizon, brought closer by every ridge and vein of his thick cock sliding in and out of you.
Bobaâs fucking you straight through the mattress, pinning you underneath his massive bulk and forcing the air from your lungs with every strokeâitâs almost violent and you fucking love it. Seeing him lose control, burn through his restraint, has you clenching around his length as it pumps inside of you.
 âFuck, princess, baby, Iâm not going to last long,â he growls, pressing his lips into you calf, âYouâre so karking hot and wet and tight. Iâll never get tired of-shit-of fucking this perfect cunt.â His fierce pace of his snapping hips begins to falter and you know heâs close, your swollen walls sucking him into your velvet heat over and over as your own mind begins to dissolve.Â
You feel too hot for your own skin in the best possible way. Bobaâs a wreck and itâs making you insane. âD-donât,â you plead, ragged and fucked out, âj-just come in me, please.â The wet sound of skin slapping and his dick shucking into your soaked pussy is all you can hear.
âN-no, want you to⊠fuck, I want you to come too, youâre so perfect⊠so fucking good to me, I want you t-to come with me-â
âDaddy, please,â you whimper, whatâs left of your mind knowing it would shatter the remainder of his restraint, âOh, please, Daddy! Daddy please come inside me, I want you so bad. Want to ache and feel you dripping out me all fucking night!â
Boba makes a primal sound that has to be both a curse and prayer, his face contorting in the shape of pure pleasure as his muscles ripple and lock, his hot release pumping into your insides with a sweet heat. He bites into your ankle, just below where your jewelry hangs and his fingers carve bruises into your soft flesh.Â
Youâre marked with him in every conceivable wayâthe thought of truly being his inside and out has another orgasm slamming into your chest, knocking the breath from your lungs as you cry out in unexpected ecstasy. You can feel his spend spilling out around his cock as he continues fucking into you. It ratchets you even higher, making your pleasure feel like an epoch of its own, unending and rapturous as it burns you alive. âF-fuck, Boba, I canât stop-I canât stop coming!â
âD-donât you dare stop, donât you fucking dare⊠ner meshâla cyare you feel so karking good Iâm going to lose my fucking mindâŠâ Bobaâs rough rasp is utterly wrecked and only prolongs your pleasure; so long youâre afraid you wonât be able to make your mind fit back in your body itâs so full of him.
His hips donât stop rutting into you as his head drops to your shoulder, moving on their own accord. You shiver and moan into one another as the pulsing waves of overstimulation wash though you. âC-canât s-stop, babygirl, canât stop. You feel s-so good,â he pants in a thin, strained voice, his hands running over every piece of you that they can.
In your blissed out existence, your only marker for the passage of time is the feeling of his length beginning to swell and harden inside you, the erotic sensation making your fluttering hole clench tight around him. He groans and starts rubbing your clit with shaking fingers and you contort with the overwhelming pleasure, pulling his hardened cock even deeper into your ruined cunt. Boba begins to push deeper and faster inside you, the very idea of him fucking you again making you throb around him. You know youâre too far gone to come again, but you want nothing more in the whole galaxy than to feel him fill you up when heâs already dripping out of your pussy.
Weakly moving your hips to match his thrusts, you mewl into his ear, intent on giving him all the pretty sounds you can to push him over the edge. You could break him like this, but all you want to do is heal him in whatever way you can, to give him everything he has given you. So when you get your next idea, you don't think twice about it: slinging your arm around his neck, you beg him to fuck you like heâs gonna be a real daddy, beg him to fuck his load so deep that it takes.Â
A groan rips out of his chest like his spirit is tearing free and he snaps his hips so far into you he might have ended up in your guts if he hadnât knocked into your cervix first. The sharp pain doesnât even matter, intense and harsh as it is, because Boba is fucking coming. Inside. You. Again. The wet sound of him pounding a second load of his seed into you to the point of overstimulation for both of you is sin itself, nearly drowning out the sound of his ragged curses, your broken moans, and both your haggard breathing. Â
When he finally collapses on top of you heaving and sweat-slicked, youâre smiling, your face soaked with the tears running down your cheeks and temples from the intensity of the nightâs pleasure. Eventually, he pulls you on top of him, careful to slot your legs between his own instead of straddling his hips so youâre comfortable. He kisses the tears from your lashes and whispers how kriffing naughty and dirty you are for begging him to knock you up; you just giggle and praise the Maker for birth control.
After a quick shower thatâs more or less the two of you wrapped in one another under the hot water, youâre curled into him under crisp sheets with him just as the sun finishes setting, painting the walls in carmine light. Youâre both out before the moon even rises.
The next day youâre sore, incredibly sore, as in every-damn-step-you-take sore. You donât mind, not really, not when the previous nightâs pleasure and its reminder make you dizzy to think about. You do, however, milk it for all itâs worth, insisting that your handsome professor baby and coddle you to the point of ridiculousness. Your plans for a day out quickly turn into a day in, snuggled under blankets with him and take-out food.Â
Boba himself is utterly infatuated by you and the entire situation, the pride of fucking you so deep and good that you nest the next dayâin addition to setting his own personal record in recovery timeâmixed with the almost bashful remorse of causing you a lasting discomfort. You donât think thereâs been a second where he wasnât massaging or rubbing out some muscle in your body the entire day. Maybe heaven really is a place on earth.
No one calls at 1:27 in the morning unless thereâs a problem. Ragged anxiety scratches down your nerves, pricking your skin and pumping awful heat into your blood. Bobaâs name stares up at you from your phone screen as it continues to ring, its light too harsh for your sleep-adjusted eyes. Forcing a path through your thorny dread, you yank your phone off its charger and drag your finger across the screen to answer the call. âB-boba? Whatâs wrong? Are you okay?â You donât mean for your voice to come out as distressed as it does. But no one calls at 1:27 unless thereâs a problem.
The familiar deep voice of your professor on the other end attempts to assure you. âEasy, princess. Everythingâs alright.â Thereâs a long pause that keeps your heart from settling back down from your throat to its place in your chest. âIâm sorry to wake you, I just⊠I needed to hear your voice.â
 The uncharacteristic hesitancy and tightness in his tone makes your stomach churn; things are definitely not alright. Spiked adrenaline starts to flood your system, making sweat bead across your skin as you stumble out of the bed towards your closet to find real clothes. I have to be ready to help him, go to him. âBoba, baby, tell me whatâs wrong,â you coax, yanking a hoodie on while you consciously attempt to keep him from clamming up, even as your own anxiety claws up your ribs.
Thereâs a couple breathâs worth of leaden silence that is far too heavy for the few seconds it lasts. âI-I shouldnât have bothered you so late, princess, Iâm sorryâŠâ He sounds ragged, like heâs still trying to catch his breath after losing it.
âNo, no, itâs okay.â Youâre doing your best to keep your voice calm despite the fact every alarm bell in your head is screaming at full volume. âJust tell me whatâs wrong, Boba, tell me, baby.â Youâve never called him that beforeâbabyâbut it feels right, feels soft and comforting in this moment. You might not know whatâs wrong, but you do know he needs comfort.
A heavy sigh crackles through your phone speaker; you can almost imagine how Bobaâs brows are furrowed together, his handsome face creased in a stormy expression as he searches his depths for the right words to say. You know you have to be patient, give him the time he needs, but youâre so anxious youâre pacing the distance between your bed and closet, chewing your lip.
When he finally speaks again itâs like itâs been ages since you last heard his voice, its sound like a balm on your mind. âThe dreams are back, and I donât always sleep well⊠you always make it better, I just needed to hear your voice, know that youâre safe.â The torment in his beautiful voice is like a vice around your heart; it makes you ache all the way down to the dust in your bones at the prospect of him suffering so greatly. You know he has his demons, the ghosts of his past that you sometimes catch flashes of like haints in the mirror of his eyes. He hadnât yet acknowledged them and you havenât pressed, aware that he needs a wide berth around his inner self.Â
But now? Heâs reaching out a hand and youâre going to do everything in power to pull him from the rapids roiling inside him. âIâm safe, baby, Iâm okay,â you soothe, chucking your phone between your face and shoulder so you can pull on a pair of leggings, âTell me what you need.â
âIâm fine now, cyarâika, really. Iâm sorry for waking you up, just get some rest for me, babygirl.â Bobaâs voice is beginning to steel over and you can tell heâs closing in around himself.
I canât help him if I donât know whatâs wrong. You have to take a firmer approach.
âOh, no you donât!â you declare sternly, planting a hand on your hip even though he canât see you, âNo one calls at 1:30 in the morning if everythingâs âfine.â Iâm coming over. Iâll be there in ten minutes.â Youâre wide awake and your body is itching for action: you canât rest knowing the man you love is in so much pain he actually allowed it to be seen.
âDonât you dare,â he growls, âI donât want you on the roads at this hour.â
You already have your purse in hand. âThen you better start talking, or Iâll be knocking on your door.â You shake your keys loudly so he can hearâsometimes you have to threaten the man for his own good.Â
He groans and falls silent and you can tell heâs reached his limit for wordsâyou have to tread very carefully to keep him from shutting down completely. He needs action, touch, something physical to soothe his soul, immaterial words did very little for him. âHey,â you try gently, your voice softening, âWhy donât you come over here. You always sleep better with me, yeah? And that way you can make sure I stay put.âÂ
After a moment of consideration, Boba grunts out an affirmative. âI do sleep better with youâŠâ
âThen get over here,â you urge, âthe lightâs on.â
âIâve already disturbed you enough, little one, itâs-â
âBoba Fett, since when have I ever passed up the chance to have you in my bed?â you interrupt. The nerve of this man, I swear.Â
Your exasperated question garners you a weary chuckle from the professor. âIâll give you that, princess.â He sighs and you can hear that he runs a hand over his face. âAre you sure it wonât be too much trouble?â
Your heart clenches at the genuine concern in his voice. If only he would care for his own wellbeing as much as he does for mine. âIt will be the exact opposite of trouble,â you promise, âI sleep better with you, too.â Itâs the truth, his solid warmth next to permitted you a sleep you didnât even know people could get.
Boba finally acquiesces at your assurances and says heâll be over as soon as he packs some clothes. Satisfied, you flick on a lamp and wrap yourself in a blanket on your couch to wait for him. Now that relief is starting to cool off your shock, your eyelids begin to droop at the late hour. Youâre determined to stay awake until he arrives, however; you open one of the games on your phone and half-play it until a message notification pings with Boba letting you know heâs pulled up. A minute later, thereâs a knock on your door and you pick up your blanketed self to let him in.
Youâre greeted with the sight of your boyfriend in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that fits snug across his broad chest. As good as he looks though, itâs all overshadowed by the slump in his proud shoulders, the darkness shadowed under his deep eyes, and the weariness creased in his face. He manages a tired smile when he sees you. âHey, princess.â
Relief rolls through you when you see him whole and breathing on your doorstep. Wrapping your arms around his thick frame, you just hold him close for a moment. He sags just the slightest bit under your touch, leaning into you and inhaling in your scent. You would carry the weight of a mountain for him if it meant he could find some solace in your arms. âLetâs get you to bed, professor,â you whisper with a chaste kiss on his lips.
Whether itâs the dark hour of night or the promise of your body beside him, Boba is pliant, allowing you to pull him over the threshold and down the hall into your bedroom. You take his shirt for the next day and hang it up and stow his bag away for the morning. Heâs practically carved from stone the way he stiffly stands, his only movement coming from his fists clenching and uncurling at his sides as he watches you with a fraught, lost expression. Â
Catching the tumult in his eyes, you reach out and snag his hand, pulling him down to the bed beside you. You can see the tension held in his shoulders and corded in his neck, the amount of vulnerability heâs allowing beginning to take its toll. You donât overwhelm him with words, you just quietly pull the blankets over his body and him into your chest. For being built like a brick wall, Boba is surprisingly pliable underneath your hands as you guide his head under your chin. His arms wrap around you after a moment, tightly pressing him to you as if you are the only thing keeping his head above the water.Â
You find yourself humming some nonsense tune you remember from your childhood as you stroke over the back of his head and neck with gentle fingers. One by one, you feel his muscles start to relax where heâs pressed against the line of your body; his breathing slows and evens and his strong heartbeat thumps easier against your chest. You donât know how long you stay like this, in the warm and peaceful dark, and it doesnât matter. This is a turning point, a moment of revelation in your relationship with the Mandalorian professor, that happens in silence. Words are unnecessary when the understanding itself is so palpable.Â
You are not alone Boba Fett, you care for me and I care for you. Your strength is commendable, impossible even, but that is not what binds me to you. No, it is your heart, that thing you claim is just a scarred-over place between your ribs. I will hold it close to mine, protect it in my own chest as you clear the past out of the spot where yours belongs. There is no rush, no time too long for me, my love. You are mine and I am yours.
You arenât sure if Boba is even still awake until you feel his lips move against your collarbone in a hushed tone. âI love you.â
Itâs a whisper of a thing, wrapped in the safety of the night between the warmth of your bodiesâhe hadnât said those words since that first night you were together. You never needed him to, although itâs music to your ears, when his actions spoke far louder than his words.
âI know,â you sigh, brushing your lips over his scarred skin, âI love you, too. All of you.âÂ
His admission and your affirmation seem to unhook the last of the pain from his chest and he settles into your body, content to melt back into your shared slumber. Looking at him before you shut your eyes, you wonder if the sun ever gets to appreciate its own light and warmth, or if itâs doomed to the cold vacuum of space without ever knowing the life it gives.
It might have been all a dream were it not for the gentle hand caressing your cheek the next morning, waking you to the world of the living. Haloed by the sun beginning to peek through your windows is the man you held in arms through his storm, radiant and beautiful as ever as he rumbles out your name. âTime to wake up, cyarâika.â
He truly is a sight he is to behold as the morning sun lights up his brown eyes like warm honey and skates across his bronze skin⊠Maker, you wouldnât mind waking up like this everyday. ââMorning,â you mumble back, smiling sleepily up at him as you rub the haze from your eyes. The aroma of fresh bread and savory cheese wafts golden and delightful under your nose. âWhat smells so good?â
âBreakfast, of course.â Boba flashes you a smile that might as well be liquid sunlight with the way it beams and he reaches down to retrieve a box loaded with pastries from the Cuban bakery down the street. Squealing with happy surprise, you nearly crush the box between your bodies and you lurch forward to throw your arms around his neck. âCareful, princess,â he chuckles, pressing a kiss onto your cheek, âGot some coffee, too.â
You accept the travel up he presses into your hand and the strong smell of the island roast floods your senses. Savoring the first sip, you make a sound of delight at the rich flavor. âHowâd you know how I like my coffee?â you tease.
He smirks at you. âYou informed me quite early on exactly how you like your coffee.â
âYeah,â you giggle, âitâs just how I like my men.â When Boba cocks a brow, you grin with the joke on your lips. âStrong, sweet, and full of cream.â
Boba groans at your words, shaking his head with chagrin written across his face. âWhat am I going to do with you, my little princess?â
Checking the time on your phone, you pat the spot next to you. âWell, you can come back to bed and eat these with me. We have time.â
He obliges you, slipping back under the covers and letting you snuggle up against him as the pair of you tuck into the delicious pastries. After you both have had your fill of the savory danishes, Boba moves to get out of the bed to start getting ready for the work day ahead.
âWait,â you call out to him. He stops, turning back to face you and tilting his head as he waits for you to speak. âI need you to promise me something.âÂ
You know he needs things said plainly. You canât assume he understands youâll care for him just as he cares for you, that heâll acknowledge his feelings and let you be the support he needs when everything comes crashing down.
He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. âName it, princess.â
You take his face gently between your palms, pulling him back close. Brushing your thumbs over his lips, you search his deep brown eyes. âI know last night was not a one-time occurance. You donât have to tell me everything or even anything, really, but I do need you to reach out when youâre hurting. You donât have to face your pain alone. Not anymore.â
His expression clouds over, his walls threatening to go up. âSweetheart, itâs fi-â
âIf you say âitâs fineâ I wonât let you near my pussy until after the school year ends.â Boba groans and clicks his jaw shut. âImagine if I didnât let you take care of me when Iâm hurting or if I didnât let you help me when I needed it.â Seeing his displeasure with the thought, you continue, âThatâs what itâs like for me when you bottle everything up and pretend itâs all âfine.â I need you to promise youâll tell me when you need help. We donât have to talk, you donât have to explain yourself, just tell me what you need in the moment.â
For the first time in your life since youâve known him, Boba Fett looks afraid. As painful and wrong as it feels, youâre immeasurably grateful that heâs allowing you in to help. âWhat if⊠I donât know what that is,â he finally croaks, unable to meet your eyes.
It breaks your heart to see him like this, so lost in his own mind that he canât see a way out. âThen just tell me that, my love, and weâll figure it out together. Youâre not alone, Boba. Not now and not every again,â you murmur, brushing a kiss on his lips. You give your words time to sink down through the depths of him, past all his doubts and uncertainty to settle into his heart. âCan you promise me that?â
The rise and fall of his chest is his only movement as he mulls over your wordsâshifting oneâs universe takes time. Eventually, Boba lays his hand over yours and turns his face to the side to press a kiss into your palm. âFor you, ner karâta, I will try.â
âAnd thatâs all Iâll ever ask of you,â you promise.
The morning eventually carries on, both of you going about your routines in pleasant harmony. Boba takes great joy in picking just what bra and panties youâll wear for the day when you ask him to, and even greater joy in putting them on you. You yourself quite enjoy buttoning up his crisp blue shirt across his wide chest, especially when he lifts you on your dresser as he kisses the breath from your lungs. You donât know if itâs the new layer of your relationship or the air of domesticity surrounding the morning, but you swear youâve never been more in love with Boba than you are right now.
âWeâre gonna be late, professor,â you gasp as he kisses down the column of your neck.
âMmm, they wonât miss usâŠâ he rumbles, grabbing the meat of your ass and pulling you to the edge of the dresser so you can wrap your legs around his torso, âMy first class isnât until ten oâclock.â
Biting down hard on your lip in an attempt to focus your restraint, you shoot back, âYes, but my first meeting is at 9:30 and I need to answer emails first.â
Grumbling, Boba shakes his head. âTsk tsk tsk, when did you get so responsible?â
âWhen you started calling me your good girl,â you answer with a cheeky grin, âGotta live up to my name.â
âOh now she wants to be good,â he chuffs, leaning back to look at you with a smile turning up his mouth.
You nip at his plush bottom lip, wiggling in his embrace. âIâm your babygirl, your sweet little angel, remember?â
He snorts. âWhen you want to be.â Running a hand down your leg, he pulls your knee over his hip so he can feel that your anklet is on. âStill Daddyâs girl?â
Linking your arms around his neck you pull him flush with your chest, you ghost your lips over his. He is yours and you are his, forever.
âAlways.â
MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS
(ner) cyare - (my) beloved, love
cyarâika - sweetheart, darling, (a diminutive of cyare)
gedetâye - please
(ner) kar'ta - (my) heart
osik - Mando'a curse akin to "shit"
<Part IV â Interlude>
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Thatâs it! No more F2 for me next year. I canât adopt anymore kids itâs alot. I canât handle. I wasnât built for this.
#I was built for a life were all my children make it to the f1 tag#thatâs Callum Mick Rob Marcus Fred Felipe Caio and now Dennis#since 2020 all I have done is suffer#thots đ
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Literally no thoughts except Dick Grayson thirst rn, like that man is both Yes, sir your daughter will be home by 8 and your daughter calls me daddy too
HRHRHRURHFH
heâs, âyes sir, Iâll have her home by 8 but sheâll barely be able to walk and I have her underwear in my pocket.â
#I s2g itâs like youâve flicked a switch in my brain#I was FINE a moment ago#but I am now consumed with thots#dick grayson my beloved I want you so bad#asks#answered#anonymous#đđ#dick grayson x reader
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SEBBIE GRRR @sebsxphia
Rhett is so proud of himself when you just obediently take his cock and start riding it for everyone to see. He always pats your head your eyes are all glossy too far gone to think about anything but him and his cook.
âSâgood, my sweet thing, go on and drool those thoughts away. No need for em when all you need is my cockâ
He chuckles at how easy you were to break into his own little toy. Your only purpose to serve and hunger for his cock.
#that ask felt more fitting here ahajjajaksksks#saving it for my hirny thots#mutuals đ#sebđ#hhhhhh he's rotting my brain now#rhett abbott#rhett abbott smut#rhett abbott x reader
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Random thought of the night: Pierre Gasly strikes me as the kind of guy that has the ability to turn anything you say into something dirty just to get a blush and laugh out of you.
This is cannon Mr Tripod! The word dog is not in his vocabulary, it is always doggy. Donât get him started on cats⊠no matter how innocent something may be he can turn it around with a whisper in your ear.
He loves it most when itâs in public too, he loves to see your lips pressed tight as you try to keep a straight face before you press your palms to your heated cheeks. He knows heâs absolutely succeeded in taking it too far when you slap his chest and growl his name, but it always ends in a laugh.
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besties.
besties.
i've been writing royai fanfic for 10 years.
t e n
#this thot hit me like a two tonne truck#where did the time go đđđ#ten years of royai baybeeee đ©·đđâ€ïž#and my life is all the more richer for it :)#emma talks
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1!!!!! please do one!!!! I feel like all the boys have their own food styles (peronally i think marc cannot toast toast. Neither can Layla. They eat a lot of take out, personally. Just me).
I HC Steven started eating vegan bc it was an easy way to stay kosher! That's why he ate the steak it wasn't like the same massive moral dilema. (again, just me)
That is hilarious! "Marc cannot toast toast." I can see that, and Layla too.
OMG I love the kosher angle with Steven - that's a great point! I did sort of wonder what would have made Steven vegan, like if he had a specific reason - moral, health, all of the above. But yeah, kosher makes sense.
A sad part of me wonders if Jake has ever needed to cook? Is he out and about after the others are done eating? Does he even take care of himself or just do business?
Is it like the show Severance where jake never eats or takes a shower bc the other two have already done so? đ„ș
Iâm sure he fronts for days at times so obviously he eats. But enough to cook well?
I can see jake heating up a can of chef boyardee ravioli lol
#ivy replies#đ„ inbox#asks#đ€ answered#lovely moots đ#moon boys#moon knight thots#tw food#moon knight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley
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