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I remember when I found A Mutual Arrangement on AO3 and would eagerly devour each chapter when they'd come out. I suspect that I'll be doing the same thing with this new series and I'm so excited!

Arise, Ascend

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader Word Count: 3.5k Rating: Explicit 18+ Additional tags: Apparent abduction, description of injuries, mention of canon-typical violence, slow burn, eventual smut, age difference.

Series synopsis: They don’t tell you much when they take you to Boba Fett’s palace. Only that he needs a healer, and you happened to be the first one they’d found. You’ve heard his name whispered plenty of times, enough that you’re prepared to hate him; fight him; hurt him if necessary, despite your fear. You’re wrong.

AN: I posted this about a week ago on AO3 as I was undecided as to whether I wanted to crosspost to Tumblr. I’m still pretty undecided, but I loved this cute little header I made to match my theme and wanted to use it (lol) so if this series is something you’re interested in, please let me know if you’d like me to continue posting here or whether you’d rather just read on AO3. Oh and massive thanks to my lovely friends @jangofettswife and @bacarasbabe for their advice and help with getting my ideas sorted out for this one! x

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Tatooine has never been a gentle place, but sometimes it is a beautiful one. You consider this as you watch the lowering suns blooming shadows over every roll in the landscape, bruise-deepening the pale slopes.

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I am absolutely loving this series! I love the dynamic between two very well matched people. Can you tag me please?

Chapter 6: This Side of Ultraviolet 

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader Insert

Rating: NSFW Explicit 18+ Only

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Rough!Angry!Hate Sex, Breathplay, Angst, Enemies to Lovers

Alright y'all! Here we go! The smutty, naughty filth starts here (and will likely make appearances in every future chapter, cuz that can of worms just exploded). Always consensual. Let’s have some freakin fun! 😁

Some Stuff 😊 To a certain extent, I’ve tried to remain relatively Canon compliant. That being said, I wrote this chapter prior to the release of the last 2 episodes of The Bad Batch. So, whoopsies! It’s all fantasy anyway ☺️ For all the wonderful people who have been going down the rabbit hole with me or for any newcomers to this twisty tale, I’m so incredibly glad you’re here! If you’re enjoying this fic, I’d love to hear from you, and please feel free to reblog and share 💕

Musical Motivation/Lyrical Inspiration: Beggin For Thread by BANKS

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Breathing you in nearer, he can not help but make room for you against him, pulling you in closer; forgoing his robe where a loving ache transcends itself; having you there is all the warmth that he needs...

What a lovely way for Boba to start the day ❤

Healing, (As You Wish iii)

The Book of Boba Fett

Boba Fett x F!Reader

18+ only, rating: mature, tbobf spoilers, love, comfort, light angst, intimacy, loving partners, soft smut, allusions to mature adult content ✨

as you wish (collection)

(gif credit @captainrexs)

“Let me lift away your burdens, please.”

A vivid memory of time is all that’s left when he awakens; opening his eyes softly to a certain warmth and vastness that should all at once calm him…

Though instead, he pulls himself away from a vision of thoughts that seem to wander, from a faded blur of sand to the path of dust which carries him there; drifting solemnly but strongest when met against the fanning of the wind.

He begins to remember the Tuskens and how they saved him, teaching him their ways of community and accepting him as one of their own. How his uncertain journey had only just begun there, before those who wronged them had threatened his sense of security, quite literally burning it all to the ground...

It pained him more than anyone had ever known.

Sitting up on the edge of the bacta tank, the gentle flow of water drains, musing there all to himself about how he did everything he could to help, and all of the things he perhaps could have done better.

Blaming himself for things he shouldn’t have, a resigned sigh of breath parts from his lips; a muffled sound that permeates from the pebbled skin of his chest, just as the subtle waves of sadness have consumed him.

But there is strength to be found amidst the healing; a resilience ingrained there deep inside his heart, where at a time, others might have feared him; a more patient time he spends there in stillness – listening to the sounds of the breeze, until the very moment when he sees you, gliding your steps toward him with nothing more than a softened smile.

“Fennec told me you were fully healed, Lord Fett…”

With kind eyes looking upon him there so tenderly, a careful whisper traces over the parted seam of his lips, where a phantom kiss had been left behind to them from morning, remembered with great affection at either side of their corners.

“... though she and I both worry that perhaps the scars run much deeper.”

Breathing you in nearer, he can not help but make room for you against him, pulling you in closer; forgoing his robe where a loving ache transcends itself; having you there is all the warmth that he needs...

“Mm, thought I told you to call me Boba now, Princess.”

“Forgive me…”

The palms of your hands slide themselves delicately along the broad span of his chest, feeling how he seems to relax beneath your winding touch in all of your heartfelt exploration.

“There’s no need for that, do you not know how much it is that we mean to each other?”

“I do…”

“Well, then, perhaps I should remind you never to forget, little one…”

Caressing your face comes featherlight as the slight tilt of your chin falls, folding into an overwhelming comfort of a feeling just as he melds into kissing you.

“Oh?”

“Mm.”

With that familiar, gravel toned hum, barreling from the fervent rise of his chest, his protective hold is waiting, fully to embrace you; lips slotting leisurely against the current of your sighs, colliding with his hands, and all that is found to have been so capable within them.

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck in tandem, anchoring yourself to the smooth, inviting feel of his tongue as it skates along the edges of your lips; intensely distracted and entangled…

Though it is his dampened skin, glistening amongst the flickering of dimly filtered light that sends you into spiraling; stealing away kisses from him at every welcome turn – keen on knowing every part of him; a lush veil of curtains fanning beautifully into evening, from the breathtaking balcony behind which houses them.

“Let me lift away your burdens, please.”

So relieved he nods, intent on pressing his palms deeply toward the small of your back, savoring you simply in all the ways he wanted to…

Brushing along the sensitive bud that blinds and pleasures you, the blooming feel of your heat enlivens all his senses, thrumming with your quickening pulse, as the pad of his thumb hovers slick with your essence; an affectionate instinct to be felt so tightly wound.

But every time you shudder, it feels as though you truly can not breathe, – and he doesn’t make it easy when trembling sounds from you are drawn; if it means that he will be the one to catch all your sudden gasps of tender air for you, then your selfish collide makes all the sense in the world.

Gliding along his neck in patterns fondly circled, your lingering whispers find themselves more wayward when they travel; darting round the curve of his ear surrounded by faint pants and quiet, lending him your breathlessness with the sensual tip of your tongue.

“Easy there.”

Despite the momentary sense of ease felt inside before, the endearingly plush feel of his middle shifts with a slight hitch of his own breath; his thighs tensing under the patient feel of your touch, as your fingertips teasingly trail further up, and aimlessly eager.

He strains against the covering of your hands, something impressive and strong, just as you imagined, dipping below the heavy clinging waistband of his shorts.

In the closing space of your woven limbs, he makes deft work at the rising hem of your slipping garments, the ones he’s given you as a sincere reminder of him whenever he is gone; indelicately beautiful when untied swiftly at the preening valley of your breasts, thick fingers committed purely to your undoing...

The sharpened scent of him laced throughout the room, filling your heart with unspoken sentiments that so often calm you into slumber.

And then so effortlessly he leans, cupping at your pearling flesh to the last remains of daylight, taking the peaks of your arousal soft into his mouth, when so tiredly satisfied, you moan.

“Yes…”

He brings you up and over to straddle his thighs, watching as your shoulders slacken with an longing ache of surrender; arching your neck back into nothing as you unravel, a perfect rhythm to be found where he holds you tightly to him.

Adjusting to a delicious stretch, he steadies you softly where your foreheads touch, encouraging you only with that of sweet praises as you sink yourself down lower there upon him.

“Doing so well for well for me…”

The tension of shared stolen looks, threatens soon to come apart in all of your intimate grazing, entwining with your shadow cast silhouettes as he tends to your wrists in loving keepsakes pressed to them, marking you slowly as his kiss has endlessly deepened.

If desert wanderers feel different about him now, having sensed that he’s somehow turned soft, devoid of a once hollow heart, well then let them – he knows who he is.

There’s nothing more of himself left to prove…

For there is a certain peace to be found when you come together like this, clouded senses fading with your vision, filtering into maddening hints of true want. Hardening with your hips that writhe against him in your more desperate heat of friction, thoughts racing safe inside his mind about how a love like this could all be possible…

And no matter the hidden silence left of underlying pain and sorrow, you had wanted nothing more than to show him.

… ❤️

a/n -- soft boba has my heart 🌸 I just keep writing these little scenes based on some of the episodes, hope you have been enjoying them too. 💕 xo A

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Oh this is so good! I just want to melt into Boba.

for nights like this

boba fett x f!reader

18+ only, rating: mature, love & intimacy, implied soft adult content ✨

'grasp me tight

and feel you

break my skin;

for nights like this,

I'd burn forever...'

It's the way nightfall in the desert breathes its shade of darkness deep inside the room, falling amidst the chill of sand and stone horizons that makes you lean in closer; a found comfort shared between limbs and hands, slotted over with your Bounty Hunter. 

The flat of your palms, glide against his bare skin, tracing all that's cast against his soft and waiting middle; a plush waist welling with the heightened essence of your heat, encased there by a tender want and thrumming sort of stillness.

"Look at me."

He says this, quietly commanding as your pretty mouth falls open, and you stare idly upon him because it's a chance to see him vulnerable, distracted; hips hard and flush in their unfolding, devoid of all that's otherwise made to be hidden.

Leaning into his punishing, slowing rhythm, there you are, entangled together just as his whisper latches onto to the skin beneath your ear. 

"Just like this, princess."

You like the way it feels to have his arms and words wrapping themselves tightly there around you, heeding to your pull, and the last remains of tension collapsing there beneath you. 

So protective, he's afraid that you'll go when this is over, even when your eyes succumb to tiredly slipping; tinted lovingly by a sensual comfort you've been giving to him, where stolen gasps of air brush past his lips, so emboldened with how you've endlessly captured them.

"Stay with me, please…"

When he hums into your mouth, inviting the eager circle of his tongue inside it, all you can think of in those languid moments is just how much you want something like this; for as long as you possibly can, entwined, no longer lost, hoping. 

A protector whose affection here is nothing but a silent keepsake to be held onto, one that will last past this night's enraptured end; a deep surrender of more heartfelt vision committed to his mind; a reminder for his dreams when disappearing loneliness threatens to overcome him.

"You have my word, little one."

Taking kindly to his neck, your hands thread themselves bare around something and nothing there at all; reaching for him amidst a breathless wind of arching; promises made with your touch, infinitely falling away with the covers, from the pliant curves of your form.

It makes sense to him, more than he's ever known; a writhing silhouette to call just his, one he now so swiftly takes over for...

A luminous being who unravels sweetly there with him, marking slanted kisses to his neck where he hopes to come apart long enough, to trace over you with his own…

An impassioned dragging of light he finds each time you step inside a newly drawn out memory; a touch whispered with forever, such an intense and breathtaking luxury. 

He can't help getting used to it.

"Let go."

And you do.

… ❤

a/n -- wrote this after watching something last night, & have been so nervous to post 🌸 also inspired by a song I was listening to at the time, bleed together by matt lange. part of the lyrics are at the beginning. would love to know what you think. thanks so much for reading. xo 💫

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Strings

Soldier!Boba Fett x Reader AU Part of the Dear Soldier Series

A/N: At last, here is another part of the soldier Boba AU I started a little bit ago! This isn’t in chronological order just a little slice of life.

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: none

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You rub the sleep from your eyes as you plod down the stairs, mouth dry and sleep still clinging to your mind. The smooth wood is cool beneath your feet as you reach the ground floor and shuffle to the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to get a cup of coffee and figure out where Boba is. 

You had woken up to an empty bed, an unusual sight since he’s been on leave. You thought that he would continue his strict sleep schedule from being on base. However, the man surprised you when he was still in bed beside you into the late hours of the morning. His arm was always tucked snug around you, warm breath fanning over your cheek or the back of your neck. Sometimes even light snores would slip past his lips and bring a smile to your face. 

You smile at the recent memories, and it only grows wider when you see that the coffee is already made and your favorite mug is sitting by the machine. You quickly fill up your cup and make it to your liking before moving to lean against the counter. Your eyes fall to the fridge in front of you as you sip your warm drink and you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest at what you see. On the fridge are multitudes of various children’s drawings and even a few letters. All of them are things Boba had received from you in the mail during your time writing him through the Dear Soldier program. Who would have thought that a simple letter would lead you to the most important person in your life?

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Soft Friday in my mind will now forever be called Soft Friyay!

I was so excited to see that you wrote for Boba because Find Me In Daylight is one of my favorite pieces, and once again you wrote him beautifully. He's still Boba in that he has a strong presence and raw masculinity, but it's tempered by a softness that others don't get to see.

I'm also a sucker for him saying "princess". I can hear his gravely voice in my head and it gives me a little thrill.

Soft Friday! Yay! If you're feeling inspired I have a couple of pics for you to chose from. I love Obi-wan, Boba, and Poe. Thank you for writing for all of my requests! ❤

please

boba fett x f!reader

18+ only, love, sex pollen, consensual, mild/suggestive language, implied intimacy, established relationship

Carved there into beauty, beneath the graceful covering of a violet sky, lies a snow covered mountain top; faded there into blue, it is almost a distant sort of imagining; a state of dreaming that had been just as breathtaking, as your surrounding view of the setting sun. 

It is felt warmest where you now travel, as the weathered strength of a gloved hand envelops yours so proudly; leading you along by the affectionate entanglement of soft brushes, at the intertwining of your palms.

Your fingertips are captured by this woven, loving exchange, where subtle exhales of breath are drawn out from your lips, against the very feeling of his touch.

With a slight tilt of his helmet, he's purely intent on quietly admiring you there; all while your softened expression feigns the oblivious, where together you both walk.

"Boba, in all the galaxy, I've never seen so much green like this before."

Slowly he caresses your cheek where your tender eyes have struck him by their sincerest sense of wonder, looking kindly upwards to the forest's towering family of trees; the protection of their softened shade, hadn't been the only ones so fondly watching over.

"Don't get too attached, princess, I'm afraid we can't stay here very long."

With a wistful smile, you've found yourself leaning into the soothing brush of his thumb against your skin, pressing a kiss deeply to his wrist there, before the modulated sound of his satisfied hum carries you further along.

"I know, handsome."

He muffles an amused laugh beneath the lip of his helm; taking you with him just beyond the edge of the trail where a lovely scenic overlook can be found, surrounding you by flora and rock, where the light of the afternoon slowly fades away there into dusk.

It takes a moment of pause for you to really see it all; to breathe in the touch of rose coloring that emanates itself from patches in the clouds; to convince yourself that this place had in fact been real, when the devoted embrace of his arms encases your figure wholeheartedly there around.

"Tell me what you're thinking, little one."

Though you had been so in tune with listening, it appears you've lost all train of thought; speechless when your bounty hunter allows you breathlessly to wander off; your figure swaying with the wind, after giving him a gentle look just above the slope of your shoulder.

"I want to see the flowers here, will you show me?"

"Mm. Of course."

Boba follows closely there behind; forever your protector, the heavy feeling of his palm lands itself at the small of your back so patiently; it's subtle wave of heat, basking in a familiar realm of afterglow; a tender sort of hold, that so often you had clung to.

"So beautiful, look…"

Your eyes have somehow swiftly been enamoured by a string of wild magenta flowers growing lush upwards from the ground; finding yourself already relishing in their scent, as a majestic breeze wafts it's brightness past, and a golden dust hovers an unmistakable luxury, just below the nose.

oh.

It's rare effect is both strange and dizzying; falling back onto your heels where soon you've made a lustful collide there with your lover; unable to explain this happening even if you tried, playfully biting your lip senselessly with need, when Boba assures you that you don't have to.

"It's alright, sweet girl, I know what this is…"

He begins to trail off, staying by your side where you now begin to fawn over his chest; your fingertips, laden with the very essence of an unfamiliar calling just to touch him, in search of immediate relief where they've committed themselves to a blinding white noise of self love.

"Please, Boba Fett, I need you… my touch is not enough…"

Your affectionate sweetness, hadn't truly been able to stifle the sinful moans escaping there from your lips; his careful thumb, latching onto their parting seam there, where soon you've praised him with a salacious circle of your tongue.

In fear of losing himself to the imminent tracing of your passion, he can not seem to ride this feeling out for much longer; making sure that you had granted him permission first, to truly give you everything that you want.

With every pleading sound of 'yes, yes,' that falls beautifully from your mouth, he's all but done with chasing after this unwavering rush; lifting away his helmet up and over, before confidently giving you his promise, to calm your aching heart where you long to come undone.

"Not going anywhere, princess…"

And with his gravel toned whisper, comes the searing kiss you've been good enough all this time to savor; intent on folding into him at every possible threat to your saccharine divide, before sinking down on him for just as long as he allowed you for…

… 💙

a/n -- thanks so much for the request ! @cannedsoupsucks 💖 this took a little bit of a heated turn as I was writing, hope that's ok & that you enjoyed this story with boba. 🌸 💕 xo

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This is one of my absolute favorites! It's Boba and it's delightfully spicy 🌶

Careful

Boba Fett x F!Reader

18+ only nsfw, modern au, neighbors to lovers, mature established relationship, voyeurism, mild language, implied intimacy, sexual content

originally posted July 2021 🌸

He follows his caring touch with the sound of a gravel toned hum,

something that latches onto you there all at once;

his breath, close enough to be felt along the arch of your neck,

and just velvet enough where you had wanted him the most.

You had tried your absolute best not to stare in his direction, but you just couldn’t help it; taking complete advantage of having the neighbor you’ve always had your eye on, being with you in your humble home.

It became even harder to look away from him now that he’s been hammering shelves together, and finding better places for you to house them; unconsciously biting your lip when he allows you to call him by his first name, watching him hard at work to help you with things there, all because simply, he had offered to.

With the afternoon’s unbearable warmth lasting longer than expected, it was only a matter of time before his shirt had gone unbuttoned; the short sleeves, pulling tight around the lines of muscle of his arms, and the tank underneath, revealing all the parts of himself that had otherwise been plush.

You start to organize your space in hopes of better distracting yourself; tidying up any mess that might’ve been lying around, and throwing away some of the cardboard boxes from the supplies that you had just ordered…

But then, you can’t help but look for a second over your shoulder there, paying attention to him closely as he takes a damp cloth to wipe away at his brow; somehow imagining how he would feel just beneath your careful touch, that is, if a man like him would ever let you cater to him slow…

You relish in the feel of his imaginary skin on yours; thinking of all the featherlight kisses you would press patiently to all his scars, both visible and not; tending affectionately to all of them, and giving him exactly what he wants…

“Almost done here, how’s it look?”

“Just perfect, Boba…”

You wanted to let him know just how handsome he was; thinking to yourself whether or not he would be the type to insist on showing the effect you had on him; would he be the one to show you just who you had belonged to?

Would his strong hands ever be able to capture your flesh flush in their capable grasp? Or would you be afraid to let him?

You wondered if any of these thoughts even crossed his mind at all…

He grumbles under his breath there in the small space of your front room; lifting away something heavy towards another wall where a small desk might have looked better; the sunlight, shining itself softly in a warm glow through your window.

You think that maybe he’s working himself too hard at your expense; taking these small tasks with only the utmost of seriousness, and making sure everything had been perfect there just as you envisioned.

Though, his smile is quick to make up for all of it, when he looks up to find you; somehow kindly catching onto one another there.

“Boba, please take a break, I can handle the rest, really.”

You try with all your might to push a table out of the way, but it doesn’t seem to budge with just your strength alone; the makeshift art studio you had always wanted in the comfort of your home, slowly proving to be more trouble than it’s worth.

“Careful, little one, can’t have you hurting yourself.”

And within minutes, already he’s settling a tender hand there upon your shoulder, where the weathered pads of all his fingertips rest themselves into a steady heat against your skin.

He follows his caring touch with the sound of a gravel toned hum, something that latches onto you there all at once; his breath, close enough to be felt along the arch of your neck, and just velvet enough where you had wanted him the most.

You wonder if maybe he might have noticed…

With your back leaning up against the edge of the table, you turn to face him just as he’s lifting away his hat, all while making sure to set it down right beside you; caging you in with the rise of his chest, as his hand slowly slips down your arm with a staggered exhale of breath.

“I’ll be right back, princess. Left some tools next door.”

And with a doe eyed sort of nod, he takes your chin gently between his forefinger and thumb; playfully brushing against it, before sauntering out the door.

Taking that break sounds very good right about now…

…

You’ve given up on self restraint, finding yourself already having surrendered to these indelicate daydreams you’ve been having; defeated, almost instantly, by all of his soft intensity.

His cap is just sitting there, begging for your fingertips to ghost themselves against it’s brim in secret; the faded sage green, just the right color, that always seems to suit him so well.

For just a moment, you hold it within your hands, admiring each one of the small embroidered red stripes on the side, before impulsively thinking to try it on; and you like the way it looks, deciding to wear it, just a while longer.

It takes everything in you to soothe your nerves; to steady the slight shudder of breath you’ve made well after he’s disappeared through your door; it feels as though you’ve crossed a number of lines already, blurred by all your subtly made gestures.

The palm of your hand lands itself nestled within the dip of your neck, stretching tiredly to the side before making your way off towards the kitchen; gliding there with every one of your steps, from the otherside of the room.

You find yourself relaxing into your hand more and more as you go; your fingertips, tracing their self love against your figure just the slightest bit lower, all while grazing over such newly pebbled skin, with a languid sort of touch.

Fuck, how you wished it had been him…

Leaning forward, you allow a second to pass to compose yourself; getting a glass of water before setting it back down; soon to take over, in the places where you had so reluctantly left off.

Your fingertips make deft work of the button on your shorts, dipping past their waistband to run your fingers slick through the wetness of your folds; a slight sense of relief washing over you there, as you shift leisurely against yourself.

The tight press you’ve given to the peak of your aching clit, forces your eyes to flutter themselves closed; circling faster during dizzying moments of heat, seeking out a certain kind of friction with only him in mind, which you desire most.

Your high almost feels stolen during such conflicted moments alone; touching yourself selfishly with need just as he’d been momentarily gone; possibly off taking ‘breaks’ somewhere of his own.

You thought about all the possibilities of what else he might have been doing…

“Oh, Boba…”

…

He’s wound up; frustrated with himself while searching for things he always has on hand at home, but just can not seem to find right now.

He thinks of the possibility that somehow he had crossed a boundary just by touching you; even once affectionately along the arm, or saying certain terms of endearment he hadn’t been aware of being spoken out loud; no matter the way your eyes had leaned into him, no matter how harmless his intentions were.

It all begins to eat away at him then; the kindness of your face illuminating the inside of his mind with such beauty, the way your subtle hitch of breath stuns even him during shared moments of your closeness; already finding himself half hard, because of it all.

His thick cock rests heavy against his thigh in waiting; candidly palming himself once over the strain of his jeans with an unmistakable curve; shaking his head there with every breathless motion, all the while as he does.

To hell with everything…

…

By now, so quickly you had brought yourself further over the edge; sitting with your thighs spread wide on top of the lip of your counter, still hiding behind the covering of your opened clothes.

Snaking one hand beneath the hem of your top, your palm kneads at the supple flesh of your breast; eagerly twisting at the aroused bud of your nipple, before flicking it between your forefinger and thumb.

Without realizing, his borrowed hat stays worn upon your head; shading your heavy lidded eyes from all remains of daylight, cast in an amber silhouette of shadows there upon you.

You imagine that he had given it to you during a dream-like sequence of intimate moments; the sweet essence of yourself now coating all your fingers in an everlasting drip, swirling its seductive flavor around your tongue, where soon you’ve invited them into your mouth.

Falling faster, the lustful feeling of your high comes close; adrenaline coursing through your bloodstream in a wildly pleasurable haze, as your eyes wind themselves tightly shut.

The white light behind them is blinding then; chest heaving with the sound of your own muffled voice, his name passing through the delicate seam of your lips over and over, when suddenly…

“Mm, looks good on you.”

Mortified, your eyes dart up to find Boba standing there, admiring his view of your sprawled out figure settled salaciously on your countertop; his strong arms crossed over his chest with a very satisfied sharp line of a smile.

You couldn’t catch your breath.

“Oh stars, Boba… I’m so…”

He stops you then; quieting all of your needless apologies as if dismissing any reason that you might’ve done something wrong; the only thing you had been guilty of, was starting there without him.

Coming closer into your space, he brushes the pad of his thumb along the edge of your bottom lip, where somehow intuitively, you’ve wrapped your lips around it to give him a gentle suck. Your cheeks, hollowing with a slow drag just enough to tease, and judging by the deep rooted moan he’s now been giving you, you can tell that he’s enjoying all of this, just as much as you are.

“So beautiful…”

He brings the palms of his hands underneath where you’d been sitting; the courageous roll of your hips finishing all your incoherencies for you, lifting just enough for him to peel away the rest of your dangling clothes.

One by one, each thinly veiled barrier between you begins to swiftly make their fall into a pile on your floor…

You just want him to touch you, but already he’s made himself in charge; taking all of you in patiently where you press yourself against him; feeling as though the tension bridging the gap of your empty divide, has all become the slightest bit too much.

“Don’t worry princess…”

And he kisses you then; softly at first to make sure that you had wanted him, and of course you absolutely do; slanting past his lips so impatiently, intent on slipping past his tongue to express the longing of your every waking need.

He likes this, and you can tell, as a heady breath bleeds itself into another searing kiss…

You can’t help but to plead with him for more.

“Please…”

When he pulls apart but only for a moment, a coy sort of grin is written well across Boba’s face; settling on a rather heated plan for you there in his mind, before grabbing roughly at one of your chairs, sitting himself firmly down upon it in his wake.

“Not yet, sweetheart, there’s something I want from you first.”

He eyes the way your shirt has fallen away haphazardly across your breasts, the urge to palm at them again while he speaks, just so impossible to ignore.

He spreads his thighs wide when he lounges in his seat there in front of you; freeing himself into the palm of his hand, all while wrapping tightly around the thick shaft of his cock; stroking slowly over the swollen tip with a mild brush, already budding with a single pearl of his own arousal.

“Go on, give me a good show.”

Oh, fuck, how you were ready to.

…

“Thought about you like this every night…”

He strokes himself hard; eyeing you intently while whispering sweet praises to you there; how you looked so pretty writhing against your own hand, and just how good of a girl you were being for him.

“That’s right, sweet girl, keep going.”

And as your mouth falls open with only the softest of moans, you do, sliding past your tightly wound bundle of nerves in short lived fits of urgency; coming around the delicious stretch of his fingers where his hips have met you flush, getting up from his chair just to take over for you there.

He pulses into you faster, curling into you at just the right spot that has you seeing stars; dragging out only the sweetest of releases you’ve ever had, as you look down between you to see his cock hitting against him so achingly hard.

Selfishly, you had wanted nothing more but to taste him…

Your eyes soon have fallen to a silently made caress of his face, your delicate whispers against his skin, kiss him into something breathless; making sure to let him know just how much he really meant to you.

“Boba, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

He lifts the hem of your shirt up and over your head; and his, enticed closer with a pull being made by all your fingertips, where soon he finds himself completely giving in to their greedy little tug.

“You have me, I’m not going anywhere.”

…

Taking you by the hand, he wants you to love him elsewhere; relaxing back into his chair, only after the throw you’ve made to his jeans has all but gone and left him.

He guides you to straddle him over his thighs, marking kisses down the swell of your chest, before reaching for your waist to sink the essence of your heat down upon him lower.

Your moan disappears between your lips where you’ve subtly taken to their bottom edge, his cock filling you hard with a stretch that you were just beautifully getting used to.

As your fingertips begin to beg for more against your clit, already he’s willing from you another release; pacing out the intensity of his rhythm just by fucking up into you harder; grazing over your nipple between his teeth at the soothing tail end circle of his tongue.

“So good for me, princess, that’s it…”

You collide in the space between, collapsing into every gasp reaching for any semblance of air, where Boba finally allows himself the luxury of just letting go; chests pressed deeply there together, in the winding embrace of one another’s arms.

And where you relish in the warmth of simply just kissing him there; you’ve found yourself enveloped by the promise to never let go of him; his blissfully tired eyes, reassuring that he’s always got you, as your foreheads still themselves so lovingly, in their resting place of touch.

... ❤

a/n -- thanks so much for reading 💫 this self indulgent story was inspired by a dream, & I just had to write it down. neighbor!boba can be imagined however you like. 💕 don't know how I feel about it, but hope someone liked this. reposting after deleting everything from my masterlist. xx

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Your non "porn-y" sex scene was vulnerable, intimate, incredibly beautiful, and very sexy. Throughout this chapter I could feel the intensity of their emotions. His desperate need to "know" her and her deeply rooted fear that he will reject/hate her if she does. I can see how deeply they feel for each other. You've made me truly care about Boba and the Jedi as individuals and as a couple. I can say without a doubt that this one of my favorite series.

✨ Chapter 10: Dual Illumination

Boba Fett x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit NSFW 18+ Only

C/W: Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, PIV Sex, So Much Angst, So Many Feelings, Is That Softness and *gasp/squint* Romance?

Some Stuff 😊 I’m super grateful to everyone that’s supported this fic! 🥰 Sweet Alex, thank you x 10 for totally being there to encourage me and beta for a VERY rough draft! *hugs* If y'all prefer AO3 (msfett_ifyourenasty), this series is cross-posted there. Please feel free to reblog and share💕

🎶 Musical Motivation/Lyrical Inspiration: Dark Side by Bishop Briggs

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With the warmth of his whisper fanning itself past your skin, it is then that you realize your bounty hunter had no longer been looking upwards towards the great night sky.

Instead he’s captured by the solace of just having you there within his arms, breathing in your essence where the breeze carries the melody of the sea’s most pleasant song.

This was such a lovely, comforting read ❤

I can close my eyes and picture being there listening to the water, looking at the sky, with a warm Boba beind me.

Happy Friday lovely friend!!

It's probably too late in the day for me to request a soft Friday work, so please don't feel obligated to fulfill my request. I love this picture because it has water and night sky, so I love to experience it somehow with Boba.

a violet echo

Boba Fett x F!Reader 

18+ only, falling in love in a beautiful place, soft boba, self indulgent fluff

based on the photo prompt 💫

cyar'ika -- darling, sweetheart, beloved

Somewhere, deep inside you'd fallen; drifting hand in hand with the one you had known so well, along jagged paths laid out in rock; a carved out dreamscape amidst the ocean from your memory, where the starlight of your shared night sky, bursts with unwavering energy.

Looking up for a moment, the cloud covering tints itself there into a faded distant blue; willed into being as if by higher powers inviting you just to gaze upon it; embraced by a passionate thrumming wave of darkened grey and violet, feeling it all at once in an all consuming phenomenon.

"You and I will venture there someday, cyar'ika, but for now…"

Turning to him then, the mask of his helmet acts as your protector; peering down to really consider how your tender eyes have truly seen him, until he finds it best instead to lift its heavy covering up, and off...

"... but for now, it is ours to hold, right here."

He takes you by the hand; delicate when held inside the safety of his grasp, as he's leading you along; to stand atop a cliff there in wonder, to hold you close against him beneath the brightened light of the stars.

The waves begin to crash softly along a nearby shore; the sounds of softness will your eyes to dart silently towards his lips, brushing boldly over them once, with only the lightest whisper of your thumbs.

He presses a stray kiss to the smooth pads of all your fingertips; kindly caressing your cheek in an almost tentative wave of adoration...

In all the years he's spent wandering the galaxy, searching for his very place inside it, the armored walls built around his heart suddenly begin to all come down, where the ever stoic mind of Boba Fett somehow loses all composure; forever feeling bereft of all thought.

You're breathless there beside him, leaning into his chest with a loving sigh, where your tender palm comes up to rest itself upon it; so simply he had loved you, wholeheartedly, and he knows this, so what then had he possibly been so afraid of? 

"So beautiful, princess."

With the warmth of his whisper fanning itself past your skin, it is then that you realize your bounty hunter had no longer been looking upwards towards the great night sky.

Instead he's captured by the solace of just having you there within his arms, breathing in your essence where the breeze carries the melody of the sea's most pleasant song.

"Can't imagine being here with anyone else but you, my dearest Fett."

The palms of his hands slide into the longing ache you had been feeling; to feel his touch amidst the last remains of light where you had sensed him; pressing his loving intent into the small of your back, all in hopes of intertwining with you nearer.

"Shh, little one, I'm going to kiss you now."

Already tethered to the patiently cared for sentiment, he does just as he's promised; slotting fervently in time with all his words as they softly part the seam of your lips; inviting him into you over and over again, from every desperate angle. 

Your subtle gasps of breath suddenly take over, collapsing into the violet echo of the force awakening everything you had ever wanted; his hips, encasing you within your intimate spaces, so impassioned and indelicately flush.

The tinted starlight reflects its brightened rose colored glow, almost beckoning you in cloud bursts just for you to wish upon it…

Though,

tonight it seems

you can not seem to imagine,

anything else

you had ever wanted

more. 

… 💙

a/n -- thanks so much for the request friend ! 💫 definitely never too late for you, sorry it took me a little while. 💕 the photo was lovely & had me imagining I was there the whole time ! hope you found comfort in this soft boba story, & as always, please let me know what you think ! 🌸 xo

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