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60 with Boba x f!reader. Reader wants to know what Boba thinks about when he zones out on the throne. Congratulations on 1k!

Ahh YES this is such a perfect prompt and idea! I am certain he takes uh - breaks during the day. 💕 I came up with a couple ideas of what he thinks about! I really hope you enjoy.

Boba Fett x F!Reader

Rated E - 2.1k words

Prompt #60: “What am I thinking about? Mesh’la, you do not want to know.”

Tags: explicit sexual content, throne fucking, discussion of daydreams, cockwarming, exhibitionism, PiV, possessiveness, creampie

Boredom has settled in your bones, evident in the slope of your shoulders as you lean back against one of the many booths lining the wall of the Throne room. It’s been a long, warm day - the line out the door endless with visitors looking to appeal to Boba’s fair nature.

Some of them appealing a little too hard, such as the man currently speaking. At one time, Lortha Peel had Boba’s full focus, the nature of his first request one impossible to ignore. But as time passed, it became evident that he was dissatisfied with Boba’s methods of dealing with problems, and his face had become an unwelcome, usual fixture.

Fennec’s eyes meet yours from her spot to the right of Boba, her lips curling the slightest bit as you widen your eyes at her, slumping a little further in your seat. Boba has been silent for the last ten minutes, just the occasional shift of his feet as he adjusts his seating. You wonder if he’s still listening, or if he had checked out a while ago like you had.

You were sure he was - Boba was a good and more than fair leader… but at the same time, everyone has their limit. And you think Peel had hit his several visits ago.

“We’ll certainly look into this for you.” Fennec is smiling politely at him, her answer both diplomatic and open-ended.

Soon this proves to be enough, and the rest of the crew is ushered out, needing no further prompting to leave the room in search of dinner and good company. You wait in your seat until the final members trickle out the door before you stand, carefully making your way to the stone dias.

There’s a low hiss as Boba removes his helmet, letting it rest on the wide arm of the throne next to him. You climb the stairs, and he shifts to make room as you perch on the other side, your boots touching down on the stone seat next to his side.

“You did great today.” You offer encouragingly, and he smiles at your words, letting one arm drape along the curves back edge, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of your shirt, “Don’t know how you do it, day after day like you do.”

“It’s my responsibility to listen and respond to all guests who come to call.” He answers simply, but you’re not fully satisfied with that answer.

“Sure. But don’t you ever just… zone out?” Your nose crinkles.

He huffs a laugh, his face turning to meet yours as he leans closer, his voice dropping, “Not often. But sometimes, my mind tends to… wander.”

“It does?” You smile at his words, “What do you think about?”

“What do I think about?” He repeats, his look turning sly, “Mesh’la, you do not want to know.”

“You can’t say that and expect me not to want to know.” You scoff, your hand reaching to rest on his arm, fingers wrapping around the bit of flight suit above his bracers.

He considers you, his eyes roving over your face before dipping down, the fingers at your waist flattening so a warm palm presses against the thin cloth of your shirt. The look is hungry, one you’ve seen many time, and a small thrill fills you as you shift closer.

“Please tell me.” You coax, your voice low as face tilts towards his.

Boba hums, leaning towards you as well, his chin tilting up but pausing as your lips just start to brush his.

“Do you want me to tell you?” He asks, his voice rough, “Or do you want me to show you?”

“Show me.” The word comes out like a soft breath, a low exhale of words.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, and his lips meet yours this time, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, sighing as your tongue brushes his. Somewhere during the kiss his other hand finds your hip, gently tugging and pulling you down until you’re straddling his waist, your hand coming to rest on the wide expanse of his shoulders.

The kiss turns heated, a gentle shift of hips turning into a more needy rocking, his thick fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt to brush at bare skin, reaching up to cup a breast and pinch at the stiff peak of a nipple. Your moan is low, your hips roll against his as his other hand cups the back of your neck, his mouth hot against yours.

“This is what you think about?” Your voice sounds breathless when the kiss breaks, fingers fisting in the dark fabric.

“Not quite.” His lip curve as his hand untangles from your shirt, “Turn around.”

You adjust your seating, your leg carefully lifting so you can flip around to settle back down on his lap, your ass pushing flush with the thick bulge forming beneath his suit.

“I think about taking you, just like this.” His voice is next to your ear, his hand wandering down to your waistband, palm pressing flat against your stomach so it can slide beneath.

You hold your breath as he slowly works his way down, until his fingertips are at your mound, teasing over the thin fabric of your panties, “Though usually you are wearing something that makes this more… discreet.”

The air is pushed from your lungs with a soft moan as he brushes against your clit, carefully pressing and circling. You buck into his touch, rocking your hips upward as you chase his hand.

“Just this?” You ask, his other hand coming to splay against your stomach, holding you still and pressed flush against him.

“Is this not enough?” There’s a teasing edge to his voice, and you shake your head in response. Then there’s the press of lips against your neck, his fingers shifting to move beneath. Your cry is louder when he touches bare skin, your fold slick and hot beneath his fingers.

“It’s been a long day, princess. I am just getting started.” His fingers dip down, stroking between your folds, feeling just how wet, how dripping you are for him, before bringing them back up to press against your clit again.

Boba’s teeth graze your ear, and you can’t help the flex of your hips, the whimper as the pleasure builds low and deep in your core. His moves are practiced, feeling your racing pulse underneath his lips as he brings you closer and closer, just to let his fingers go still and just press.

“More.” You beg, and his laugh is low, his hand withdrawing so he can push down your leggings, inches of bare skin coming into view as he works them down your thighs.

“Lean forward, little one.” He coaxes, and you do, hand gripping his knees and leaning forward so he can work himself out, the stiff velvet of his cock brushing against the swell of your ass. Then his hands are helping lift you up, his cock pushing against your slit, the head sliding against you.

“Think you can take me?” Boba asks, and you nod, pushing down against him, letting the tip just start to push into you.

“Please,” The word comes out like a whimper, turning into a gasp as he starts to sink into you, his thick girth stretching you out.

“Osik, this is what I think about.” He groans as he lowers you onto his cock, your tight heat enveloping him, “Think about you sitting on my cock. Sometimes you’re so quiet.”

“And other times,” with another gasp he’s there, your ass flush with his lap, his cock spearing deep into you, “You can’t help but moan, making everyone in the room look at you.”

Fuck, he feels good - a hand coming to rest on your stomach as he if could feel himself in you. He’s setting the scene of his fantasy, and you can’t help but be swept along for the ride.

“Do they watch?” You ask, your hips rocking, feeling him brush against your walls, one of your hands grasping his thigh so you can hold onto something.

“Sometimes.” His voice is low in your ear, his hips matching your movements, “It depends.”

“On what?” You’re only half-listening now, the pressure building again as his other hand drifts down.

“On what you want, princess.” Boba answers simply, “Sometimes you ride me, and everyone gets to see how hungry you are for my cock. Other times, we play a game. See how quiet you can be for me.”

His fingers touch down, pressing against your clit as his hips slow - leaving him buried in you but not moving. You try to move but he clucks his tongue in disapproval, the hand on your stomach pressing you against him.

When you buck your hips you’re only met with the slightest movement, a sweet drag of his length within you, your thighs spreading wider on top of his as his fingers dip to collect your arousal, leaving them slick and wet as he touches you.

It feels incredible, your breath coming in short gasps as your other hand comes to cup a breast under your shirt, fingers teasing a nipple.

You’re pressing against him now, his mouth on your neck again, a low moan in his throat as you clench around him.

“Think you can come like this?” He asks, his voice low and rough, “Just from my fingers?”

“Yes.” You moan, and you can - you will - the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, your thoughts going a little fuzzy as you zero in on the sweet pull.

“They’re going to watch you come, cyar’ika. Are you going to stay quiet, or are you going to moan for me?”

You imagine it, sets of eyes on you as you try bite back your cry, try not to make it obvious that Boba’s fucking you in front of all them. The room is full, watching you take your pleasure, watching their daimyo wrench you over the ledge.

It’s useless to hold back, you know he wants to hear how he ruins you, and so you let his name fall loudly from your lips as your pleasure crests. You pulse around him as you cum, your hips rocking against his hand as you try to ride out the waves.

“Fuck, just like that. Coming on my cock in front of the whole palace.” Boba moves with you as you soak his cock, coming hard around him until you’re seeing stars, your body slumping back against his.

It takes you a while to drift back down, to entangle your thoughts from his fantasy. He’s nosing at your neck, bruises sucked into your skin so high against your throat that they’ll be impossible to hide tomorrow.

Slowly, you begin to move, this time your hands bracing on his thighs, so you can rock back and forth on top of him. The speed picks up, his hands resting on your hips to guide you, to help pick you up only to have to drop back down to take him all.

“Do you come too?” You ask breathlessly, his cock pushing deeper with each thrust, “In your daydreams?”

“Not as often as you do.” He grunts, his hips slapping up against your thighs, “Or as loudly.”

Your laugh is more like a whine, the hands on your hips coaxing you to a faster rhythm, until you’re bouncing on his cock. His breaths are coming shorter, pushed out between gritted teeth as he groans.

“You going to take what’s yours?” You ask, your voice pitched low, “Let them watch you come in me?”

“Yes.” He bites out, fingers digging into your flesh, “They can watch me fill your tight little cunt, let them see you’re mine.”

It makes something deep within you throb, his words twisting low in your guts. Your relationship wasn’t exactly secret, but the fewer who knew, the better. Knowing that he thought about marking you like this, so openly and so possessively, was doing something to you.

His rhythm falters as he presses flush against you, your own name a sharp gasp on his lips as you feel his cock pulse, ropes of his cum painting your insides. You roll your hips against him until you’ve taken everything he can give, beads of his release already starting to drip out of you and down his shaft.

The room goes quiet except, Boba’s face buried against the back of your neck, his breath warm against your soft skin as you lean back against him.

“You know,” you slowly venture, your voice soft, “I’ve had some daydreams about you, too.”

“Do you, now?” Boba’s voice is still like gravel, his cock still buried deep in you.

You smile, tilting your head to kiss him again, “Maybe I could tell you about mine.”

You can feel his cock twitch within you as his teeth graze your lip. When he pulls back his look is still hungry, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

“I think I’d like that, princess.”

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Racing Along Headcanons

Fox x reader

The og work: Racing Along

As requested by @sugarpuffsstuff , thank you sm, as always you are so, so lovely. Like, one of my fav people on here. These are mainly just the story from Fox’s point of view and includes a small extension beyond said story ;)

To everyone else, I’d love it if you could request more headcanons on previous work, or if you just have something in mind you’d like my thoughts on. Enjoy! (The formatting’s a bit strange bcs Tumblr mobile is my only option atm. There’s a 50% chance that it’ll get fixed when I have my laptop again, lol)

- To kick it off, Dogma was the one to arrest you that night. He got “rescued” into the Coruscant guard after Umbara, and it was his first night flying solo when he did, so he was a little lost (understandably) when the systems randomly shut down and he wasn’t able to give you a ticket, as per protocol

- So he took you back. You were terrified when you got thrown into the back of a “cop” (the guard wasn’t really cops, but you didn’t know what else to call them, really) speeder. You hadn’t really done anything too wrong, just a little bit of very high speed, illegal races. Of course, that would warrant tickets, but not actual jail

- You got handed off to Commander Thorn at the door, who was admittedly, very nice, if not very intimidating. He saw you shaking like a leaf when you removed your jacket and honestly felt somewhat bad about putting you behind bars for a bit. That’s why he stayed at the desk next to the cell. It wasn’t standard for Commanders to do such, but he did want to make sure you didn’t actually pass out while in there

- To be honest, Fox only came back to hand off your jacket and relieve you once they reached the decision to release you because he thought you were very interesting. Your speeder parked outside was nice. Not senator nice, but nice in the way that he wanted to meet who was driving in it. Just from popping the hood for two seconds, it was apparent that you or someone who you worked with had done some extensive work with it

- When he saw how scared you were in the cell, he got a little ashamed. Only a little, though. It was his job to be somewhat scary, as a commanding enforcement officer. So, he handed off the jacket and made sure you got to the door alright

- And had to avoid whacking Thorn upside the bucket when he commented on how cute you were

- He couldn’t believe his luck when he saw you at the coffee shop that night. Fox saw your speeder outside on his way in and had to take a minute to convince himself that it was just some lucky bastard that happened to have the same model as yours. But when he saw you standing there, his heart stopped

- It started again when you called out his title to get his attention, beating twice as hard against his sternum. And when you offered to get it for him to make up for the bigoted barista? This man nearly fell over

- His hands twitched at his side. He wanted to touch your shoulder, slide his fingers between yours, pull you close, do anything to get you closer to him. There was something about you that made him want to bury his face in the nice little space between your jaw and neck and stay there. To protect you from anyone else who might make you shake like you were shaking in his cell

- The fact that you were still probably scared of Fox hit him pretty damn hard, like a brick to the face. But then there was concern in your eyes. Aimed towards him. Were you worried about him? How he took the rude barista? Maybe the bags that seemed to perpetually decorate his eyes?

- And then you didn’t flinch away from his hand when he raised it to pat your shoulder. You didn’t seem to mind the nickname either. Every time he called you “Speedy” the corners of your eyes bunched up, exposing a beautiful twinkle that he thought only belonged in movies

- The next two mornings Fox was absolutely swamped and unfortunately, was kept from returning to the café at the same time as he wanted to. The idea that there was really only a small chance that you would be there again was his only consolation

- But on the third morning, there you were, sitting ever so perfectly in the corner you were expecting him there. Something in your gaze lit up when you finally saw Fox and it was like everything else melted into the background for him. He couldn’t even help the little smile that escaped, like it was a reflex upon seeing you

- Before he knew it, he was at your table and teasing you, desperately trying to stop himself from sliding into the booth next to you or doing something similarly embarrassing

- The excuse to go grab some caf really was his saving grace. He was two seconds away from doing something shiny-level stupid. Like sitting across from you and playing footsies to get your attention.

- When he returned and you looked so disappointed, something protective reared it’s head inside of him. Fox had to grind his teeth to stop himself from offering to help fix whatever made you look so downcast. But then you asked for his comm and all rational thought in his head ceased to exist.

- And you called him cute and it took everything in him not to get very, very flustered. You thought he was cute, you thought he was cute, you, Speedy, thought he was cute and wanted to give him your comm frequency

- It was literally error 404, Fox not found, until he realized that you were trying to make a strategic retreat when his answer was delayed. He couldn’t stop it anymore, he grabbed your arm and brought you close. Close enough that your proximity had his skin burning and words stumbling.

- Fox knew how to talk to romantic interests. More than enough nights at the 79’s with the other Commanders had more than established his prowess, but that knowledge seemed to cease to exist when you got that close. Luckily, you leaned into it, basking in his little stutters and insistence that you take his frequency as well

- When he walked you out, he wanted to pull you closer, right up against himself until you molded against his armor. Actually, kriff the armor. He wanted closer than that. Fox wanted anything you would give him

- Had he known how close you were to pulling his upper half into the speeder to smash your mouth against his, he would have happily dragged you into the backseat of your fancy speeder to make out with you until he was forced to go back to work. And when you gave your engine that cheeky little rev? Maker, Fox had to stop himself from hopping into his and chasing you down just for the hell of it

- To be clear, the caf date the next day went splendidly. You both had rather engaging conversation, your teasing bounced off one another, neither one of you really stumbled over your words like you had done previously. By the end of it, he walked you to your speeder once more, this time with your arm looped through his.

- You both tried to keep your hands off each other, you really did. Second date (was that your second date? It certainly wasn’t your first time seeing each other, but it was your first real hang out) rules and all that. But then, you slid your hand up his greys that he had donned for the outing, open palm resting softly on his very well shaped pectoral.

- When you kissed Fox’s cheek, standing next to your speeder, he couldn’t help himself. You were just so warm and soft and sweet. Fox backed you up against your speeder, crowding you against the sleek, painted metal. There was a second, then your lips were just as soft against his own and he nearly lost himself in the taste of you. Careful fingers crept up to cradle the back of his head, softly swirling a bit of his hair around one or two.

- Fox would like the say that he was ashamed of the noise he made when those fingers gently tugged on his hair, but that would be a lie, and he wasn’t too fond of making a liar out of himself. Not when he dealt with backstabbing, power hungry poor imitations of politicians every day

- To answer any questions, you two did migrate to the back of your car for a nice, long, sweet make out session.

- Another date was planned before he left abruptly to respond to a call

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Open shirt + Suspenders

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Star Wars Color Study - Purple

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hmmm, on the topic of boba having an innocent/corruption kink, how do you think post sarlacc boba would react to a virgin reader (not that sex corrupts people or anything!!!)?

that is a wonderful thot, nonnie. pre-sarlacc boba for sure has a corruption kink and is all for showing you a good time, but post-sarlacc boba??????

and let’s get this out of the way because i can already feel some of you crawling up my ass. virginity is a social construct. it isn’t real. the idea that your hymen breaks is a myth and medical inaccurate. it isn’t a medical term. it is a patriarchal concept used to control and further women and shame people with vaginas. it excludes those who do not have penetrative sex and it sets a bullshit standard that the only form of sex that is acceptable is penetrative, penis in vagina sex. having sex does not change a person. you are not pure if you’ve never had sex before, and you aren’t dirty if you have had sex before. as long as it’s consensual, there is no right or wrong way to have sex.

boba fett x fem!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, reader having sex for the first time, corruption kink

18+ explicit under the cut

To be honest, I feel post-sarlacc Boba would be very hesitant to be your first sexual encounter. Before the sarlacc he’d be down no questions asked. Pre-sarlacc Boba had a raging corruption kink. It’s toned down now after everything that happened, but oh man, hearing your timid voice and soft whines brings him back.

But now, he’s hesitant. It’s not off the table for him, but he is going to question your motives behind it.

Boba is a very self-depreciating person. You see it with some of his comments (“I was aiming for the other one” in season 2 of the Mandalorian), and I think deep down he has a hard time seeing his worth.

He will wonder why him, him, out of all people? There are good men, much better than him, that could treat you right.

But the thing is, some people may treat you okay enough. They might take you to dinner, they may have nicer body that isn’t littered with scars, they may even have a clean record without a speck of blood on their hands, but they aren’t him. They aren’t Boba.

The heart wants what the heart wants (or in this case, the puthy), and it’s set on Boba. It will take some convincing, maybe even him witnessing just how bad the selection is in Mos Espa. But once he commits, he commits.

He knows that first times can be bad or lack luster, and he doesn’t want that for his princess. He wants it to be amazing.

(And also so fucking good you won’t want to sleep with anyone else but he will never admit this).

He will help guide you through it, but you’re in control. Every person is different and has different preferences, and these preferences can change from day to day. He isn’t going to force you into anything, he will let you decide how “far” you want to go.

Sex is all about exploring and learning new things about yourself, and that is his goal with you.

Sex isn’t synonymous with penetration. He will let you set the pace and go from there. If the first time you just want to explore each other and just focus on oral sex, he is totally fine with that.

It’s all up to you.

He will take things slow, but will leave you in bliss. In situations where penetration is the end goal, Boba knows it’s all about the foreplay. It’s easy to get in your head and be nervous, and Boba will do what he can to quell that nervousness.

He’ll start with asking you what you do to yourself, how you play with yourself.

“Can you show me what you do?"

"Tell me. What makes your pretty pussy wet?”

He’ll start mimicking your movements before you let him take over. He’ll have you lay back in plush sheets and big pillows as he kisses down to your center. He’ll be checking in with you constantly to make sure you’re okay, too.

“How does this feel?”

“Do you like it when I suck your clit? What about if I do this?”

His focus will always be on the sensations you’re feeling and leaning into those. And not just for you, but for him as well. With touch, lick, suck, and kiss, he is going to fall further and further back into his old corruption kink days.

Clitoral stimulation is key, and he will focus on that. He will focus on that sensitive nub until your legs are shaking around his head. He’ll be rutting into the mattress as your hips buck against his face.

And if you even think about getting embarrassed, he’ll gently bite your inner thigh.

“No, princess. None of that. I love it when you ride my face. I want you to do it again.”

He’ll having you moaning and coming at least twice before he even shifts to penetration. And of course, it will be you who makes that call. If you want to stop there, you’ll stop there. He will be proud knowing he made you come.

But if you do want to move into penetrative, vaginal sex he will be all for it. He’ll ask you how you want him. Not how he wants you.

“Do you want me on top? Or do you want to try riding me? Hmm? What does my princess want?”

If you need to change positions or something isn’t right, that’s okay. Boba isn’t necessarily interested in coming, it’s all about you. He can come easy enough, but he knows having penetrative sex for the first time can be difficult to orgasm. He wants it to be different for you.

The first time you have sex isn’t fireworks and an orchestra in the background. Sex is messy and awkward, but that’s the fun int it. It’s all about practice and exploring each other to make it fun. And Boba is all for practicing with you again.

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Smoke and Mirrors - Masterlist

Summary: You’re a princess and Boba Fett is your bodyguard. What more could you ask for?

Series Rating: Explicit (18+) Pairing: F/M Series warnings: Gratuitous smut, some canon-typical violence, betrayal, the Hutts.

CHAPTERS (11/11 - COMPLETED)

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

OTHER THINGS

Sketch of Jamie Barso (OC)

Sketch of Boba and Princess

NSFW Alphabet

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e and j for boba fett pls my love 😌

eheheh thank you my love I kept it vague, the only genderedish term used is 'princess' but no reference to anatomy. Nsfw themes under the cut

E: Experimenting (Trying something new) hmmmm, i think if it's something he suggests, he's cocky and self assured, really playing it up to make it devastating for you. He likes to see how your face tells exactly how it makes you feel (through his own eyes or mirrors, he's not picky) how he is the one bringing any sort of physical or intimate pleasure to you. Strokes his own ego tbh. When you're enjoying it, he's gets pretty cocky, and will tease you a lot but in a more endearing sort of way, "Look at that princess, lost for words, hmm?" "Shh, shh, just like that, let me take care of you." Also I think in experimenting type of sex, he's very big on like, orgasm control? Like, not letting you come until literally the last minute. Idk, just get that kinda vibe. Now if you bring something new, he's... sceptical to say the least. He's not a fan of not being in control or not being in the know in any kind of situation. So even though he'll be an awkward git about it, it's not long before he finally gets in the flow of it all. Lost in the pleasure of both you and him. Even taking over when he gets more of the hang of the situation. Or in the case that whatever either of you bring doesn't work out, he's pretty chill about it, and will guide you both back to something that definitely does work so it's not a complete waste of time for either of you. Also, the aftercare is always amped up after these kind of sessions, extra holding, extra kissing, extra soft words whispered over the pillow.

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner) This is THE Boba Fett we're speaking off, a simple glare of the visor and change in posture has the air thick and deadly, and any curious people withdrawing from you immediately. He has a reputation, and honestly its all he needs to ensure a 'hands off' you policy. Sometimes the confrontations can build to more or less full fights, but more often than not, the sheer threat of him is enough to make sure no one is even gonna try with you. In the privacy of your room, or if he's really really antsy, the hall just beyond the throne (w/i earshot of everyone) he can get a little... intense lets say? Like sucking marks along your throat and jaw, hands grabbing and holding. Anything to summon a moan or whine or whimper of his name from your lips. He won't strip down from his armour, crowding you against your bed or the wall. He won't necessarily fuck you fast, but he would fuck you hard, like 'oh shit, i felt that in my throat' hard, you get me? And Boba would run his mouth, like even more than usual, it's a mixture of praise and degradation.

Basically Experimenting - Soft dom Boba Jealous - Cocky dom Boba

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HI LOVE, THIS IS ME ASKING NICELY FOR 39 WITH WOLFFE...it can be fluff or angst or nsfw hehehehehehehehe whatever ill love it anyways,, thank you!!!

A confession of a something he's not sure he heard

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

Prompt: 39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: uhhh, a lil (big) splash of smut so there's piv sex. minors stay bACk. also cockwarming hA. and one (1) sentence of dirty talking.

A/n: SO. ship requests drained me entirely and I was rip in peace so I decided to take a small break while I regain my strength. besides I saw s4ep5 for... reasons (*cough cough* wolffe) and wHO would've thought. that bitch got me into my wOLFFE feels. woah. commander how DARE you sir.

anyways, this is for you, anna my darling. hope you like it mwah.

He's been back for three rotations now, and even though it's like it always has been, you still feel like tiptoeing over eggshells.

Wolffe hasn't said it back yet, and it's not like you said it for him to confess it back to you, but with every hour that passes your heart broke at the thought of him not feeling the same, but at the same time, there's no sign of him not doing anything that isn't loving you.

He kisses you the same, with a fervour that makes your legs weak, touches linger more than you could expect as he worships your body, tongue leaves a wet trail as he goes down on you, relishing your skin as if he has never tasted it. And bites hard, nips gently, and sucks with a delirious eagerness every part of your body that he can find. He marks you, as if to claim something, maybe the unspoken feeling from his side of the wall you have tried to break down ever since meeting him, maybe he tries to hold on to the words you did spoke and he refuses for them to settle in his heart because there's the possibility of being scared of the unknown.

A step further into a commitment he might not be ready for just yet.

But that's not the case, though, you can feel it in your bones as you remember how it was him the one that asked if he could stay the night that first time you two enveloped in a warmth of sweat and ecstasy, and it was him the one that invited himself over every time he was around until your home eventually became his too.

It was him, the one that always took that step towards you.

Until now.

Uncertainty molds your body with every breath you take, and you want to say it again because there's there's the chance that he didn't hear you, the words always ready to leave as they wait in the back of your throat for you to push them out and into his arms.

But when is a good time, if it wasn't when you first admit them out loud? Is it as he comes home and kisses you breathless? Or could it be as he steps out of the shower?

Could you tell him when he's between you, with your legs on his shoulders as he acts on those same words and brings you to a quivering edge where all you know it's his name, a trance where all you can think is him, his mouth on you, and the feeling he brings; would it be appropriate then?

As you disregard the doubt that hammers your mind, you tell yourself it's better if you wait for when he's gone again and maybe then, –during one those calls where he's just a holo in your room, a blue image of him that you could break through with your hand if you reach out to touch him– then, you call him out on his lack of response, and if, when, you make a fool of yourself, you can always end the call before Wolffe sees the feelings he brings with his rejection.

It's a safe ground, when you're away from each other, to make silly confessions and admit your deepest secrets, a nonjudgmental space that can hold the embarrassment for you as it dissipates for the next time you look into his eyes.

Yet, it's in the afterglow of a goodbye he breaks the invisible emotional barrier that had settled between yourselves during the last few days.

It's him, again, the one that takes the step towards you.

Wolffe kisses you softly, tasting the sweat of your skin as the two bask in the blissful moments after you have reached your highs. The silence is cut by the occasional sounds of your mouths meeting, and it could've been minutes, it could've been hours of you just like this, feeling the other for what it might be the last time in months.

You sigh into his mouth when he settles better above you, feeling his length awakening once more inside you. He moves slowly, deliberate, and it's in times like these that you wish to know what he's thinking.

It's when his mouth finds your chest that he speaks, lips over your skin to muffle the words because there's no escape if you do hear them.

His voice is hoarse and his breath is warm as they not only hit the skin of your breast but also the muscle that beats for him.

"I love you."

You hear it as your fingers get lost in the dark curls, stopping the movement of your nails against the scalp, eyes snapping open and you find him looking straight at you and into your soul, trying to find something, anything, that lets him know he's not alone in this.

"What?" your voice is a thread, barely a whisper as you can hear the thump of your heart loud in your chest, he must've heard it too, as he kisses the surface of the place that holds it between your ribcages.

"Thought I was dreaming when you said it," he whispers as he makes a path of kisses from your sternum to your jaw, your breath gets caught in your throat and his lips ghost on yours, "but even if that's true, it doesn't change the fact that I do."

His mouth is hot against yours, and your walls flutter with him still inside, dragging a groan that you happily drink from his lips.

"Why did you wait to tell me?"

But you know why. For the same reason you them held back and ended up choking on the words.

"Why haven't you told me?" his words pierce through you like a knife, and you open your mouth to confess your excuse it gets stuck on your tongue.

You have.

Days ago, you did. In a rushed conversation where he told you he was coming home the next day, before he had to go, as darkness covered the sky and you looked up trying to find him in the vast ocean of planets and stars even though it was impossible for you to do so. You had told him right after he said goodbye, weakly, scared he might not return to you, but you had told him, in a whisper, in the safeness of your side of the line,

"I love you, be safe."

And it's until now that you're sure he heard, it took him a few seconds for the call to finally end.

"I did." Is all you say.

Wolffe smirks and leans down to suck the conjunction where your jaw meets your neck.

"Why not say it again?" He's teasing you, you know it, but it's the need of reassurance in his voice that stirs something in your stomach, a pang of guilt, perhaps, because you're taking too long, and maybe it's because you know how it feels that you don't want to drag it any longer.

"I love you."

He hums, kissing the corner of your mouth, and if it weren't for the smile on his own you would've believed his next words came from a different place.

"You're just saying that."

You shake your head, your refutation leaves in a little sound because you can't seem to think of anything else to say, not when he leaves open mouthed kisses in your skin, it is when his tongue meets the perky flesh of your nipple that you let out a breathy, "I'm not."

"Is it because I'm still balls deep inside you?"

You could cry, because he's making it hard for you when it should be the other way around; you should be the one showing no mercy because it was him the one who delayed his answer for three days instead of a second.

But you don't find it in you to tell him to stop, either. Always at his mercy.

And the way he says it, how he says it, sends a wave of arousal down to were you're intertwined, you feel him twitch inside you and only him can turn a soft moment like this, an admission such as the one you're letting on, into something lustful enough that drowns the affection that drips from his eyes.

"Wolffe, I–"

But whatever you were going to say is cut off by the thrust he gives, deep and slow and you can feel him whole, the remnants of his last orgasm lubricating the two of you and he pulls back all the way to the tip before he slips back in with a squelching sound, toes curling at the feeling of him moving again and he grunts in your ear.

You moan, not knowing what else to do as you hold him by his shoulders, nails digging on his skin as you feel your body rock with the intensity of each thrust, needing something to anchor you and keep you grounded while you try to keep up with a conversation that happens between your eyes.

"Say it." It's the need in his tone that makes tell him with an urgency you hope that matches the one in his eyes.

"I love you."

He growls, low but powerful enough that it rumbles in his chest, and his teeth take your lobe as he pulls lightly from it. Another thrust of his hips makes you cry out.

"Again." Wolffe demands, and you realize that it's for him to not forget, to hold on to the words the best he can, and it's all because he doesn't want, he refuses, to spend another day with his own doubts.

He wants to make sure he heard them right this time.

And it's between cries and sighs and moans that you repeat it until it's only a breathy chant that falls from your lips as you reach that peek he knows how to push you towards in the most perfect way.

And it's not until he's back on that soft side that only shines in the aftertaste of it all that he says them again, as his lips caress the bruised skin once more and his hands massage the marks on your hips. It's in a light voice and with warmth clouding his eyes that he makes you know he feels just the same.

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Casino Royale

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'Working the night shift at one of the many casinos of the Tatooine sector, you attract the eyes of your new boss; the notorious Boba Fett.'

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So I made this post about the Bad Batch and how they’d react to you breastfeeding and it got me thinking about what they’d be like during labor and delivery so more HC’s under the cut!

Hunter: Honestly he’s a fucking mess. Is a great dad once the baby is here though! He’s super overwhelmed from all the medical equipment and noises, as well as from the stressed feelings you’re putting out and your screams. Absolutely terrified that something will go wrong and he’s going to lose you both. He does his best to be supportive but it’s a lot for him, so you end up doing a chunk of labor with the nurse droids guiding you. He tries to do double hip presses but he can literally feel your hips shifting under his fingers and he wants to throw up. We don’t hold grudges here though, bringing a baby into the world is a lot and it’s just as overwhelming for the dad as it is for the mom, so you forgive him as soon as labor is over. As soon as med droids check everyone over and deem you okay, he kicks everyone out and does skin to skin with the baby and gets you something to eat. Is the best with skin to skin so he does it all the time. Cries a lot the first few days while you’re recovering because he can feel how much pain you’re in. Refuses to tell anyone about the baby for nearly a week because he wants to soak up as much family time as he can before he has to start sharing.

Wrecker: Wrecker is the best person to go through labor with, tbh. He sucks at doing research himself so he asks Tech for help and listens intently when he info dumps all the things he’s learned during his research. He learns about double hip presses to lighten the pain of labor and he’s strong enough to make it make a difference. He’s soft and encouraging and reminds you to breathe and you can squeeze his hand as hard as you want because it doesn’t hurt him. He asks lots of questions to the medical droids and keeps your hair out of your face. Cries when the baby is born and very nearly doesn’t give the baby up to be checked over and then cries again when he gets handed the baby back. Holds your hand while they stitch you up. The baby looks absolutely minuscule in his big arms and he’s a champ with skin to skin. Wants to show the baby off to everyone as soon as he has the opportunity and you have to remind him that baby immune systems are fragile. Wants the baby to cuddle with Lulu and you have to remind him it isn’t safe but his hearts in the right place

Tech: We love our sweet baby nerd boy. He’s nearly insufferable during your pregnancy because he’s almost got too much information in that big brain of his. Freaks out during labor because no matter how much you prepare for a new baby, you’re never truly prepared for a new baby. He’s snapping at the medical droids because he’s worried they’re doing something wrong. Also excellent at double hip presses and it makes your labor 10x easier. He talks a lot when he’s nervous so the entire time you’re in labor he’s jabbering on about what the med droids are doing and what your body is doing and you have to tell him to stuff of because you literally don’t care right now you’re pushing a baby out your hoo-ha. Stands at the foot of the bed to watch the baby crowing and films the actual birth. Nervous to hold the baby and only does so after you tell him how beneficial skin to skin contact is for the baby. Won’t let anyone touch the baby without copious amounts of hand sanitizer on

Crosshair: He goes literally so soft when he finds his person so having to watch his person go through labor to bring a little person in the world is a lot for Crosshair to take in. He’s super defensive with all the med droids, making them explain thoroughly what they’re doing before they even think about touching you. Surprisingly full of praise and kind words as you bring his kid into the world and it amazes you that he can be so kind to you when he’s literally an asshole to everyone else. The baby comes out and he asks why it’s so ugly, but in a loving way. (I asked that when my kid was born. Newborns are ugly bro) Holds your hand the whole time and is blatantly torn between wanting to check on the baby and stay by your side while they stitch you up. Refuses to tell anyone about the babies birth until Wrecker knocks the door down and demands that the baby meet uncle Wrecker

Echo: The second best person to go through labor with because if anyone understands long term pain it’s Echo. The medical equipment makes him nervous but he swallows it down by focusing on you. Squeezes your hands through contractions and reminds you gently to breathe. Asks lots of questions to the med droids too, making sure that your health and safety come first. Lots of soft kisses to your forehead and he plies you with ice chips when they let him. Cries when the baby is born and they hand the baby to him for the first time. Terrified to do skin to skin in front of the med droids but does after some encouragement. Loves it and cries the first time the baby wraps their little hand around his finger. Calls everyone the next day to announce the good news (Uncle Rex is the first call)

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Baking with Tech

A/N: This is a birthday surprise for the wonderful @themaydecemberist ​(but it’s written as Tech x gender neutral reader, so anyone can enjoy this mood board and blurb I wrote)

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Crosshair totally puts a toothpick in his mouth after he's done pounding his girl

I've spoken about this before, but please consider this: Crosshair never took it out to begin with, until...

He's pinned you down to his bunk, furiously pounding into you without a care in the world. Are both of you being too loud? Yes. Could anybody be overhearing you right now? Probably. Does Crosshair care? Of course not.

He lets out a grunt, breathing heavily through his nose, his teeth clenched together, threatening to snap the toothpick that's been in his mouth since before you two began. The only time he took it out was to kiss you, needy and hungrily, as always, before popping it back in as he told you, "I need you right now."

Crosshair tightening his grip on your hips, smirking when you cross your ankles over behind his back, pulling him close. "Loud and desperate, huh?" he smugly comments, his eyes squinting happily when you pout in response. "Let's tone it down a bit. Those sounds are for me, and me alone," Crosshair states, and with a heavy thrust, he slams his cock deep into you and holds it there.

One hand is placed beside your head, holding his weight as he bends forward, his face approaching yours. He only gives you a one worded order, his eyes flicking down to gesture exactly what he's on about. "Hold," Crosshair orders.

Lifting your head up slightly, you pick the toothpick from his lips, pressing it between your teeth, holding it just like he does. He grins at the sight whilst commenting, "it suits you," and before you can reply, he's began pounding into you again.

A firm hand wraps around your throat, leaving more than enough space for Crosshair to begin leaving his marks along your throat. Others still may be able to overhear you, but the hickeys covering your neck are a reminder to everybody that you're already taken for, and there are two things that Crosshair isn't usually one for sharing: his girl, and his toothpicks.

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holy shit, such an exquisite thot 😳

Requested filth incoming! I sort of tweaked it a little - I hope that’s okay!

Speeder bike vibrations feel real good, especially when Fives is sat behind you driving the speeder and is determined to make them feel even better :’)

18+ only!!! we out here with getting off by use of speeder bike vibrations and Fives’ fingers :’) no-no words, vibrations, not really public actives since they’re alone but I mean they’re out in the open air sooo

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STAY SOFT

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: reunited lovers, gentle sex, handjob, fingering, enough fluff and angst to make you hurl

A/N: Just some self-indulgent word vomit about you and Rex reuniting after Order 66. I tried to channel @djarrex and her dom, post-order 66 Rex but I’m in my feels tonight so we’re getting hardcore yearning with a side of softness. i’ll proofread later tonight 😬

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i see you have thoughts about the hc that hunter could probably sense when one is ovulating and i would: like to hear them

Fuck okay I knew somebody would ask so I was preparing but yes thank you 😏 (based on this post by @fat-zygerrian ty for that good-good)

18+ only!!! warnings include: no-no words, breeding kink, f receiving oral, unprotected piv :')

so I'm not sure what timeline this would fall under but let's just say Hunter has a raging breeding kink because #dad

anyways so you're the only two on the Marauder because the others went off for supplies or something along those lines idk

you're in the back tinkering with things and attempting to clean up some cool gadgets you acquired on their last mission

Hunter emerges from the front and just. stops. and you can just feel his eyes burning holes through you from where he stands several feet away

you drop what you're holding and turn to face him and his expression is just stoic and it's kinda throwing you off

you're like "Hunter? What is it?" Something about him feels a little off - you're not sure what that is

the others left not too long ago and you're just realizing how quiet he's been since landing

with a tilt of his head "I can smell you from the cockpit, mesh'la"

your face instantly floods with heat - you're completely embarrassed and it dawns on you that you hadn't had the chance to shower for quite a few rotations now

"...what? I... we just- just landed and I haven't had time to-"

"You misunderstand," he interrupts your stammering with a chuckle before slowly advancing towards you. "Your scent," he continues as his eyes lower to your midriff with a nod of his head. "You always smell so fucking good during these few days a month."

you're catching on to what Hunter's implying - you're right at that point in your cycle where you'll be ovulating for the next few days

of course Hunter knows before you even have a chance to do the math - it's Hunter

you end up being pulled up then pushed to sit in the nearest chair with your pants and underwear pooled around one ankle and your other leg hauled up and over the armrest

Hunter kneels in front of you and groans out something about how good you must taste if it's anything like how good you smell "I just need to taste you first"

his face is buried between your legs - his tongue prodding into your hole and his nose pressed into your clit

you can feel and hear him inhale your scent as he tastes you - the way he's deeply sucking in air through his nose as he's buried in your cunt pushes you that much closer to the edge

once he's satisfied with having tasted you is when he finally stands back up and releases his painfully hard cock from its confines

you're tired of waiting for him to be inside of you so you whine at him and beg - which only makes him chuckle darkly

Hunter pushes into your very well lubricated pussy and rocks his hips back and forth slowly at first

the angle your hips are in with how you're sitting the the chair has him hitting so fucking deep inside of you that the tip of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust

you're basically folded in half and you're looking up at him with your eyes barely open - the look on his face is absolutely feral as he pounds into you

both of you know why Hunter loves fucking you like this - especially while you're ovulating

"Feel so f-fucking good, m-esh'la. gonna fuck you full, gonna f-eel me dripping out of your delicious pussy for hours, fuck"

he cums deep inside you with the halting of his movements - his groin flush with your sticky skin as he growls out filthy praises with the pulsating of his cock

you feel everything being released out of him and he reaches his hand down to rub fast circles against your clit

you cum with his cock still deep inside you - your walls clenching vigorously around him and he growls

he doesn't pull out of you until the beeping of the comm snaps you both out of it

let's just say Hunter makes sure he can taste you before filling you up every available moment while you're still ovulating

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