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lordmortimor · 4 months
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riddlebirdweek · 5 months
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Now Batman Ninja didn't give us a Riddler (though that's not stopping us from creating out own) but XM Studios produced both Penguin Daimyo and a Samurai series Riddler giving us a beautiful insight to how these characters might have looked in a Japanese setting. What backstory might you imagine for this? How would existence in feudal Japan change them? And what other nationalities could they be adapted to. All good questions for riddlebird week.
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nelc · 1 year
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Toshiro Mifune as Taketoki Washizu in Throne of Blood
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Based on this post I made. My new AU #Battle Nexus Master Mikey.
In this AU 2003 Mikey replaces Daimyo who decides to retire after years of directing the Battle Nexus. Daimyo believes in Mikey to bring a change to the competition, and as Mikey is the new champion, everyone agrees (minus Gyoji who instantly wishes to be sent to the afterlife)
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infinitiumme · 4 months
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Kamishimo. Kimono/kariginu and hakama
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knightscanfeeltoo · 6 months
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Din: You sure you know how to use these?
Boba: Trust me, I had one of these before...
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pickleprickle · 1 year
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The Daimyo's Queen
Pairing: Boba Fett x reader
Word count: 565
Summary: It's Boba and the Tea Shop Owner! They are so in love and so afraid that their pasts will mess up what they have now. And because of their pasts . . . .OF COURSE! I love these two so much.
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Last night, Boba Fett told of how he'd gotten the gaffi stick. How the Tusken tribe had taken him in and allowed him to be one of them. The Daimyo's first real family.
"It went up your nose?" you'd exclaimed. "Is it still there?"
"Hmm," Boba contemplated. "Not really sure. Haven't thought about it."
His eyes were trained on the ceiling as his breathing became very controlled. You sensed there was something he was holding back; Tuskens wouldn't just let someone into their tribe. However, he was clearly not ready to give everything. Despite the desire to know him fully, you pulled back to give him the space to work through whatever he needed. After all, there'd be an entire life together to discover these things.  
Boba Fett wanted to share it all. Wanted to tell you about the seas of Kamino and that day on Geonosis. About how, so many years later he still didn't feel guilty about Han Solo and the carbonite debacle. The smuggler had a debt. The bounty hunter had a job. Just business.
Yet, the fearsome former bounty hunter had his own fear: revealing his true lineage. How could you possibly stay after learning that?
"You don't have to share anything you don’t want to," you'd assured, kissing his chest and jaw and forehead before capturing his lips. "I love you, Boba. No matter what."
Boba Fett prayed those words were true.
Today, The Daimyo had allowed you to join him in the throne room where you wore a loose blue gown that left your arms and shoulders bare while sitting on his thigh, leaning against him and the green armor. Together making a horizon for yourselves and for Tatooine.
The feel of the cool beskar through the gauzy layers of light fabric was thrilling; knowing that the broad, strong, and beautiful man inside it would be unwrapped by you later in the night was more so. It felt very much like sitting on your own throne and Boba was the kingdom.
"How much longer?" you asked, running fingers along the edge of his helmet.
"Greedy thing aren’t you, little one," he chuckled through the modulator.
"Oh, my god," Fennec rolled her eyes dramatically before ever so slightly winking at you.
At first, Fennec had seen you as a means to an end: keeping the Daimyo happy. However, since coming to live in the palace, a friendship of sorts had been formed. After answering Fennec's questions about how you'd gotten into an assassin side hustle and how you stopped, she relaxed a bit. Not enough to put her blaster aside, but enough to share some spotchka.
You took her signal: it would be some time and things would move along more quickly if you weren't present.
"I'll leave you to it, my love," you said quietly, brushing lips against Boba's helmet. "There'll be som—"
Blaster fire and clanging metal echoed from the hall prompting Fennec to take aim and Boba to hurriedly stand and tuck you behind him. The violent sounds of the scuffle subsided and the Gamorrean guards dragged a tattered woman between them. Rather, they tried to drag her; once past the threshold she broke free and, even in the face of pointed blasters, marched confidently to the dais, head held high.
"Daimyo! That woman," she proclaimed, pointing at you, "is a murderer and I demand justice!"
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onigiriforears · 1 year
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日本の歴史366 Day 11
1月11日 Summary:
Have you ever heard of the Japanese proverb "Give salt to your enemies?" No? Well, neither did I until today. This phrase comes from the time that Uesugi Kenshin (daimyo of Echigo Province during the Sengoku period) delivered salt to his longtime rival, Takeda Shingen, (daimyo of the Kai province) after everyone else had blocked him from salt imports. Uesugi says that wars are to be fought with bows and arrows, not salt. Uesugi doesn't believe in using such underhanded tactics to win war (supposedly lmao).
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Vocab beneath break:
上杉 謙信 うえすぎ けんしん Uesugi Kenshin (daimyō who ruled Echigo Province in the Sengoku period)
敵に塩を送くる てきにしおをおくる lit. send an enemy salt/give salt to your enemies (to help an enemy in need)
卑怯な手を使う ひきょうなてをつかう to play a dirty trick; to use underhanded methods; to hit below the belt; to play foul
許す ゆるす to forgive; to pardon; to excuse; to tolerate
武士 ぶし samurai; warrior
弓 ゆみ bow (weapon)​; archery
刀 かたな sword (esp. Japanese single-edged); katan
戦う たたかう to make war (on); to wage war (against); to go to war (with); to fight (with); to do battle (against)
敵 てき opponent; rival; adversary​; enemy
今川氏 いまがわし Imagawa clan
北条氏 ほうじょうし Houjo clan
止める とめる to prevent; to suppress
苦しい くるしい painful; difficult; tough; hard
立場 たちば position; situation
武田 信玄 たけだ しんげん Takeda Shingen (daimyo of Kai Province during the Sengoku period of Japan)
救いの手 すくいのて helping hand; help; support; aid
差し伸べる さしのべる to offer (e.g. aid, help, etc.)​
長年 ながねん long time; many years
宿敵 しゅくてき old enemy; longtime enemy; arch-enemy; arch-nemesis; longstanding foe
貴公 きこう you (primarily used by males when addressing their male equals or inferiors)
争う あらそう to compete; to contest; to contend
弓矢 ゆみや bow and arrow
あらず not​
泣かせる なかせる to make someone cry; to move someone to tears​
当時 とうじ at that time; in those days
人々 ひとびと people; men and women; everybody; each person
命 いのち life; life force; most important thing
保つ たもつ to keep; to preserve
命を保つ いのちをたもつ to preserve life
大切 たいせつ important; precious; valuable
手紙 てがみ letter; missive
必要 ひつよう necessary; needed; essential; indispensable
約束 やくそく promise; agreement; arrangement; one's word;
ライバル rival
宿命 しゅくめい fate; destiny; predestination
大事 だいじ important; serious; crucial; valuable
流通 りゅうつう circulation (of money, goods, etc.); distribution
困る こまる to be troubled; to have difficulty; to be in a fix; to be in straitened circumstances; to be badly off
何たる なんたる what (e.g. "what rudeness")​; what (something) is like​
白黒をつける しろくろをつける to determine whether something is right or wrong; to make something clear; to settle a matter​
苦しめる くるしめる to torment; to pain; to inflict (physical) pain; to hurt; to harass; to cause (emotional) pain; to afflict; to distress; to bother; to trouble; to stump; to baffle
ひきょう cowardly; unfair
きわまりない extremely; in the extreme; knows no bounds (e.g. rudeness); unparalleled; boundless; limitless
心配 しんぱい worry; concern; anxiety
いくらでも as many as one likes; as much as one likes; great many; plenty (of)
正々堂々 せいせいどうどう fair and square; open and aboveboard
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echoedcrosshairs · 10 months
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The Portrait ~ part two ~ Boba x F Reader
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Plot: You, a daughter of a former bounty captured by Boba Fett, are asked to paint a portrait of the new Daimyo although you despise him you can't help notice the growing tension. 🖤Enemies to Lovers 🖤
Warnings: second person narration, no y/n, age gap (reader is mid-twenties, Boba is early fourties’ canonically ), lots of petnames (Little one & Old Man), praise kink, rough smut, bathroom smut, fingering, light hand on throat.
Word count: 5.7k
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🔞no minors allowed🔞
Maybe part three, feeling spicy about Boba right now.
Boba watched you walk away leaving a trail of vanilla fragrance in your wake strong enough he didn't need to see you to follow you. He was thinking about the look in your eyes the shared expression of desire but your words conflicting. He closed his eyes feeing the raise and fall of his chest wondering if you really meant it or if you were baiting him into following. This is my fucking town. Attempting to be discreet he followed after you at a distance, finding you didn't go to a cantina but to the edge of the town staring into out into the vastness of sand. He prompt himself up against a building watching you and the sand if any creature emerged ready to terminate it if it even looked at you.
You felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck realizing he probably followed you anyway, you groaned. Can't I have a moment of privacy? Would he follow if I walked into the sand? Probably the Tusken's are out there and whatever else. You grabbed handful of sand watching it trickle through your fingers, before tossing the rest into the air watching it resettle below. You groaned picking yourself up, Just go to bed and work longer on it so you can leave but if only paint had been so simple to comply. He might not be the monster you thought him out to be and he’s insanely charming but everything catches up.
"Ride?" You heard him ask from the shadows.
"Fine."
You opted to drive again so you didn't have to touch him but the moment his hands found your hips you almost stopped breathing. Maker, do I want to fuck you or kill you. The answer should be simple. You were thankful he still had his helm on so you didn't have to feel the warmth of his breath against you but the warmth of his body and the closeness made up for it somehow. You practically jumped off of it after arriving back at the palace before he even had time to fully remove his hands feeling them accidentally trace down your ass as he pulled away. You briskly walked to your room his shadow in tow, thankfully he went into his own room when you went into yours. Striping down you found a few new things in your closet with a scowl until your fingers found the tailored pants. Angrily you ripped it off the hanger and put in the floor of the closet slamming it. You opted for your silk pants and shirt, climbed into bed wondering how much longer you could stand to be around him.
Boba went for his usual patrol in the morning greeting those in the streets as the suns began to rise. He knew that to help keep the peoples respect he needed to be seen keeping the place safe but his mind was distracted wondering how he could make it up to you. Bring her the sender but that goes against the code. The code that kept the guild strong and the one rule that Bossk shoved down my throat growing up more then any other. He knew there was only two people he could ask their opinion mattered to him and he resigned himself to asking, pulling off the normal route heading back home.
"Something wrong, Boba?" Fennec asked pulling her riffle off her shoulder.
He raised his hand motioning her to relax, "I have a moral dilemma, walk with me," he said heading away from the guards around the palace.
"Must be important," she chirped following after him.
"I want to serve her the man who ordered the bounty on her father on a silver platter," he admitted, "to see if it... make the rest of her stay tolerable."
"You were paid to forget," she said eyeing him, "but are you technically retired unless you have plans I'm not aware of," she added, "although it could cause some... problems if your caught."
"I'll just have to keep my hands clean then," Fennec was smart enough to catch a double meaning, "It be be a shame if I was set off world for... supplies."
"Speaking of which, I do happen to acquire some more fire power for if the Pykes ever return."
"I'll see what I can do."
Boba smiled finally taking off his helmet and continued walking. He stared down at the helmet, What would you have done, father? I should honor the Guild code yet I should offer him to her for my honor for what I did. He sighed wishing this particular woman wasn't so difficult. He thought of man kissing you and what he was going to do and it made his temper flare again. This is the right decision. He was sure of that, the flame of his father burned in him and his blood was boiling means there was only one opinion to fix it. He stood at one of the many windows wondering how many other things did he have to mend both within himself and for the sake of his honor.
Tapping woke you, your eye's slit open seeing it was dark already. You groaned rolling over but the tapping continued.
"This better be important." You huffed pulling back the covers to pry open the door to glare at whoever was disturbing your reason.
"The Daimyo has a tribute for you," Fennec smiled.
"Do I need to change?"
"No but you might to want too," her smile grew bigger with the annoyance leaving your tone.
"Okay..." you said puzzled closing the door.
"On our way," Fennec spoke into her comm the moment you stepped out the door.
"Why would the Daimyo have a tribute for me?" you asked letting the curiosity get the better of you.
You looked at Fennec but she remained silent. What's going on? The wheels turning in your head made internal gear grinding noises to figure it out. Did he deem me a threat to be eliminated because I turned him down? Although the major disrespect would be reason enough. Good thing I came prepared. Fennec lead you to the throne room, motioning for you to sit on it. Your jaw unhinged and your eyebrow's shot up, you found him standing on the floor below waiting. She's serious. You cautiously walked up the steps and stepped carefully on the stone slab staring the throne and then back at him. You wouldn't show the fear or anticipation. You took a steady breath sitting on throne crossing your legs the pant slits concealing your blaster more accessible.
"I hope my tribute to you will at least mend the wounds that I caused. I too lost my dad young, it wasn't until I found home with the Tusken's that I remembered what pain that caused me."
"This is a surprise," you said leaning forward teeth bared in a grin as Kilas was dragged to the floor draped in silver colored entire, hands bound and a silver chain collared around his neck. Served on a silver platter just for me. You watched Boba take the other side of the chain from Fennec, approaching the throne but never stepping up.
He offered you the chain, "As I see it he was worth far more to you alive then dead as tempting as it was," he said eyeing the disgraced former mayor of your hometown, "I hope this returns a shred of my honor," he whispered as you took the chain.
You pulled the chain watching him squirm. You coiled the chain around your arm dragging him the lip of the throne, "It's nice to see you again," you cackled watching the color drain from his face, "I would say we're going to be great friends but I don't think you'll survive long enough."
"I think you two would have made a great team," Fennec whispered watching you feed the man's fingers to the rancor.
"At least I just disintegrated them," he said watching the scene amused, "I'm not sure if this counts as cruel and unusual punishment... for my rancor," his laughter sounding like turning on your first ship, unforgettable the memory seared into every corner of your mind, "Having fun, little one?" He called down still watching.
"At least you know I won't feed you to your rancor in your sleep, old man, this is to much fun."
Fennec raised her eyebrow wondering if it was a valid threat but dismissed it, watching you apply Bacta gel on the numbs. "Is there a point to that?" She inquired.
"When I get out of here I'm turning into the guild!" The man shouted staring at Fett.
"Unfortunately your not leaving this place," you said pointedly rubbing the Rancor's cheek, "Fett, I thank you for the gracious gesture."
Fett nodded, "I'll accept the gratitude when your business with him is concluded however you see fit."
"How noble," you said patting the man's cheek, "however I have work to do, can I throw him in the cage next to the rancor.. to keep him company?"
"The rancor would be amused," Boba replied.
You grabbed the chain and yanked him into the cage by the chain carefully pulling out your blaster and turning the temp down shooting the chain to the bars sealing him to its, "I'll see you in the morning," you purred, "Make sure your in a better mood for me or I might have to take a trophy in hope that changes your tone." You smiled like a sly loth-cat walking up the stairs enjoying the sound of his pain and begging with every step, "It's going to be a long... long day." You heard the rancor start growling at him. Neither of them try to talk to you as you walked back into your room dawning your painting attire but your heart and mind weren't in this painting right now. You couldn't get your mind off of him. You took your sketch pad out hoping that drawing it would finally let the image dissipate from behind your eyelids. Hearing the door open you quickly closes the pad and pretended to get back to painting, you glanced over seeing Boba had taken the seat next to you placing his helmet on the floor by his feet.
"Aren’t you suppose to be asleep?" You mused at him.
"You seemed to be in a better mood" he said noting the change.
"Careful maybe it won't last," you laughed, "I'm happy with one of two," then horror hit your face when he picked up the sketch book, you tried grabbing it but it was to late he found the page.
His face betrayed nothing but mild amusement in  eyes, he closed it and return it to the floor, "I'm glad I could be inspiration. I could pose next time if you'd like," he said jokingly smiling staring at the painting.
You glared at him making him look at you, "You'd like that wouldn't you," you said pulling your eyes off his hazy gaze but he didn't say anything, "man of a few words," you mumbled.
"I would."
This time you remained silent, "What emotion do you want in your eyes?" You asked.
"Surprise me."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I'm sure."
"Can you stop with the two word answers farking answers."
"Make me."
You got up and put his helmet on, shoving his chair over. You stood laughing between his legs looking down at him his back to the floor.
Boba gazed up at you through his visor, "That's it?"
You pulled the chair back up still between his legs, "I still don't like you," you said pulling the helmet off.
"I know."
You took your seat again holding the helmet in your lap, staring at it remembering the first time you saw this realizing you didn’t see the same man wearing it. You passed it back and forth between your hands before handing it back, “You giving him to me is almost irony on several fronts. I don’t see why you would care enough, I’m nothing but hostile towards you and the code is our life,” you said flatly looking at him, “It would have to be an important reason for you to do it.”
“Simple, honor.”
“That’s it?” You asked hitching an eyebrow, “I was expecting something more,” you added turning your attention back to the painting.
“Is that your question for today, why did I?” he asked examining it too.
“Yes.”
“My honor is everything but I’m a simple man. The comment from earlier that you didn’t want me too either. I don’t care about the hostility, I deserve it but being around you sends shivers down me,” he admitted, “I hope it would at let’s allow us to be… acquaintances.”
You sighed putting down the ain’t brush, that was the final straw. He eyed you as you stood up and stood before him. You wrapped your legs around the chair putting yourself in his lap kissing him. His hands still for moment stunned that you were kissing him he was expecting you to kick him out, not this. Your hands start to roam his body and his start to roam yours. A small moaned escaped you just enough to break the connection.
"I wasn't expecting that," his breath is hot against your throat. The heavy sound of need in his voice makes your heat slick even more and his fingers digging into you caused another small one to escaped. "We don't have too continue," he added pulling his hands off.
"I need this out of my system," you breathed putting your mouth on him removing the cod piece from his suit, “if we’re going to try to be… acquaintances.”
"Me too." Boba grinded into you letting you know the size of his need too sending a pulse through him at the contact of how close he was to you. He moved down your neck placing hot deep kisses tugging on each one wondering if you'd even want to remember but the marks would be there to remind you. Both of you burning without a thought in your head other then getting to feel and see the other. He scooped his arm under your ass picking you up leaving the armor peace on the ground. Neither of you stopped grasping and clawing at each other not caring who saw until he dragged you into the door way of his room.
Letting his hand leave your thighs he pulled away from your mouth, "Are you sure, absolutely sure?" He asked hesitating uncharacteristically looking at how beautiful you looked in his arm.
"Yes,” you breathed panting trying to take some steadying breaths, “or you might not get a second chance,” you add noticing the predatory glint in his eye promised you one long night causing a demanding warm pulsating need through your hips.
Even with the delay he carried you effortlessly to the edge of his bed setting you there, kicking the door sharply with his heel causing it to slam shut. His hand worked it’s way up your shirt feeling the goosebump his touched caused in one quick movement he pulled the shirt off followed by letting his armor clank to the ground. His mouth founds it way back to your neck, hot and heavy going down it just stopping at your bra line before pulling back again to look you in the eye as you tugged impatiently on the flight suit.
“So impatient, I promise it’ll be worth it,” his voice was as velvety as it was course and the flame in his eyes making the shades of brown deepen intensity was enough to make you quiet the retorting joke about his age. The gaze was intoxicating you dropped your eyes down to your cleavage with a smile feeling his eyes trail there, “and demanding” he teased.
“Is the great Boba Fett scared he’s not as good as he once was? Is that why you only admire?” You finally poke regretting it the moment it came out as he stood you up and ripped your pants and underwear down
“I’ll replace those later,” he growled picking you up and dropping you back onto the bed reddening knowing you just got even wetter. He ran his fingers up your leg letting his nails graze the bare skin soaking in the image of you laying there just for him.
You watched his pupils dilate further watching you spread your legs further for him causing a string of words to fall out of his mouth that you didn’t understand, you smirked giving him an puzzled look. He’s before you leaning over his desire with his hands squeezing the underside of your thighs pulling you to his face. You look to see the ravenous look in his face and the smirk on his lips as he slowly bring his mouth to your thighs kissing up them each kiss forcibly deliberate. You whined his touches but not touches driving you crazy.
“I want this as much as you do,” he smiled moving his mouth up your other thigh, “just wondering if I’m going to wake up before I’m done.”
“You better hurry up before I do it myself,” you breathed frustrated. The look in his face fades a little from carnal desire to show some intimacy in his features. “What?” you asked seeing the slip.
He took a breath standing up removing the suit and his underwear pulling you both up on the bed putting your head on the pillow, “I can wait a little longer on what I want to do with you, little one,” he whispered lining himself up at your entrance.
Boba traced you, stroking himself with the wetness that was seeping out letting his tip rack up your clit causing a small grunt to come out at the sensation. You looked up to see that the carnal looked had fully returned. He stared at you pinning your legs open with his deliciously rough hands. He took another stroke in stride feeling your lips open to him and the tip pressed into the knot cause your hips to grind back into him. He lined himself back up slowly pressing the tip into you groaning as felt your walls drag against him trying to adjust to his size. Your fingers dug into his arm as he pressed himself fully into you bottoming out bringing your hips together. You closed your eyes from a moment, the sensation sending signals scattering through out your body. Your eyes opened back up when you felt his hands move off your legs leaving them tender without the pressure of his touch. One hand planted it’s self by your head gripping the sheets and the other right below your belly button.
“Next time the artist becoming the focus for once,” he growled in your ear smashing his mouth against yours, biting your lip and sucking on it gently before positioning himself up. He gently stroked himself inside you lazily moving his fingers to your clit circling it with the usually light tug but slow lying down every time you started getting loud nearing the edge before the sensation deflated. After a couple times he saw you glaring at him, “Punishment for bringing up I’m older then you.” You looked down him admiring the scars on his face and across his body wishing you could use them to rack your body against. Your mouth wished it could trace the muscles outlining his figure chiseled his arms and legs like stone.
“But I like older, if you remember,” you reminded smugly, “or do I need to go out and remind you,” you tsked at him. Your throat let out an unrestrained moan as he quickly pulled out and slammed into you giving you an idea of his strength and how much he was holding back.
“Say that again and I’m binding you to my bed.”
Your moaning picked up as the ferocity of his pounding didn’t let up. Your head sunk into the pillow and you could barely keep your eyes open. Instinctively your hips tilting causing him to press into the right places as he thrusted. “Maker” you moaned taking your knuckles into your mouth to silent yourself.
His hand came up and forcibly ripped it out of your mouth, “I don’t care who hears” he growled biting your wrist before bringing your hand to his neck. You moaned at the comment, the heavy lust that coated his voice not realizing you would love it if this man was rougher with you. Every stroke pulling more of you out with it, making both of you wet messes down to your thighs and creeping up towards his abs. He speared into you harder his tip kissing into the top of you each time. He moved his fingers faster stroking your clit with urgency watching to feel you clamp down on his cock and see the face you would make for him when you came.
“Cum with me,” you pant, “I want to feel you,” you moved your hand from the side of his neck to the back of it letting your nails dance up his scalp.
“Maybe I should have warned you to be careful what you wish for,” he smiled, the molten look over his tanned face made the feeling building up unbearable. “You look so…” he place three rough strokes feeling you start to tremble under him, “stunning, mesh’la,” he got out staring to feelvhis thighs start to tighten. The praise caused unbounded warmth to go down you and he could feel the warmth on his cock, “You like that don’t you,” he smiled, “You’re taking this old hunter’s cock so well,” he purred working his fingers around your clit faster feeling you spasm around him, “I promise you’ll be full,” his voice dropped threateningly.
You cling both your hands to his face, “Boba,” the moan came out like a cry as he finally set you over the depth end knowing that if anyone didn’t know what you two were up they definitely did now with how loud it was. Your hands tremble over his face, your face between pleasure and pain as you watched him finally release in you.
He slowly pulled out as he filled you from the top before slamming it back in cause some of it to slip out. The warm gush made you tighten against his cock holding him there with a vice. You barely heard his groan as he brought his other hand off your pulsating clit to the back of your head pushing your forehead against his still lazily stroking himself with you. Your body feels heavy coasting on his bed trying to find yourself. He finally stills pushing his hips against your groaning deeply, his lung protesting the lack of air your pussy knocked from him. He looked down at your soft sleepy expression, smiling at himself carefully pulling himself out and weak legs walked over to his towel rack and selected a soft one before climbing back into bed carefully moving your legs to put the towel between them noticing the goosebumps that lined your skin.
“So beautiful,” was the last thing you heard from him panting before subconsciously turning yourself into his chest, your head pounding feeling the bliss fading to a warm tingled. Boba started stroking your sides pulling you out of your mind, “Mesh’la.”
“Hmm?” you replied.
“Again or do you want to nap?” He smiled noticing the yawn.
“Nap” you admitted your body drained, you felt him press a kiss to your forehead before drifting for a bit. You woke awhile letting stretching out feeling his absence. You found another fruit basket where he was suppose to be with a note sticking out.
“Bathing join me? Ignore this if I’m back already -Fett”
You laughed prying yourself up noticing a robe laid out for you. You sat up the last little bit of him left in you trickling out over the completed soaked towel. How much is even possible? You laughed again putting on the robe going down the hall with a note attached to another door, “This one -Fett.” You shook your head and opened the door and closing it behind you. The room was steaming with a huge pool tub in the middle with little jets.
You saw him open one eye “You’ll never want to shower again if you step in,” he jokingly threatened.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” you said discarding the room to the bench along the wall, seeing his other eye opening taking in the view of you as you stepped into the pool. “You are correct,” you groaned sitting across from him putting the knot in your back against the little jet.
“I warned you,” he chuckled. He eyed you for a moment before leaning his head back on edge staring up at the ceiling enjoying the warmth of the water respectfully noting your decision to sit away from from him. “Glad you got to enjoy this before whatever’s next. Personally I think this my favorite room in the whole palace” he said closing his eyes.
“What was wrong with it?” You inquired doing the same.
“I may have to much spotchka and fiddled around with the plumbing trying to make the jets blast harder.”
“Not so good with your hands?” you snarked with a giggle.
“I’m excellent with my hands she just didn’t enjoy the amount I had to drink first,” he said tossing back the innuendo.
“Can only have so much before you get sloppy.”
He chuckled, “in my case a bottles worth.”
You leaned your head back up looking at how peaceful he looked and how vulnerable with his throat exposed. Your hands probed at your feeling the tender spots remember his kisses. You smirked standing up and walked over to him sitting in his lap putting your mouth on his throat, he didn’t even finch as your teeth grazed him before your lips replaced them tugging on the spot. You could feel his cock growing again but he kept his hands to himself smiling at the ceiling.
“I’ll always want to do it in here if you keep it up,” he warned keeping his arms folded over his chest.
“You want to prove that one too?” You said moving down his throat letting your tongue graze his Adams apple.
He groaned grabbing your hips and lifting you off of him, covering you with his hand setting you infront of the jet, “I warned you,” he said releasing his hand letting the jet hit your now throbbing clit. He held you there letting one hand travel around to your breast and the other to your entrance pressing his cock into your ass cheeks slightly moving up and down, “Now make more of those pretty noises for me,” he said plunging his two of fingers in knowing his fingers were in the perfect position as you immediately grabbed the lip of the bath.
The sensation of the water against and his fingers were turning you into pleasure putty for him. Boba was rough, a little rougher then he meant to bed but the noises you were making were driving him mad. It didn’t take you long to be squirming on his fingers, he brought his hand to your the front of your throat pulling you up towards him, “Say my name and I will fuck you until you forget your own,” he grunted watching your face twitch nearing the high.
“Boba,” the moan reverberated off the walls, and you felt yourself coating his hand and another sensation tear through the lower half causing another moan to come out. He didn’t give you time to ride out the high even a little as he pushed your hips up on the ledge of the bath planting you on the warm ground with your legs still submerged as he slammed into you.
His cock had a mind of its own ramming into you, there was something about how you moaned his name that made it sound so ethereal like the maker himself designed your voice for him. He enjoyed pulling you part on his cock a few times watching you squirm with ecstasy each time. He finally slowed down after the fourth time to see the quivering mess you were. “I think I’ll finally cum in you,” he laughed kissing down your back at your string of nonsense, “I warned you.”
Boba can fuck, apparently you had said it outlet because he started rough again. He pulled your hips back letting his hand find your pulsating pleasure knot, you widened your hips for him making him moan your name as your walls clung to him tighter. Your mind was fuzzy only about to think of him and the feelings he made course through you. Your hips are shaking against his, you practically screaming his name as his hand tightened around your throat. Your whole body burning at his touch.
“Your pussy better enjoy this,” he said roughly fucking you as he exploded in you making sure every ridge and millimeters of your cunt was covered in him. He carefully removed his hands from your throat and clit letting you fall carefully in his hands pulling out of you still semi hard wrapping you in his lap. Boba chuckled as you barely responded, you were gone from this world. He kissed your head standing up patting you dry wrapping you up and covering himself and placing you in his bed again, “Drink the melons when you wake up,” but you were to gone to recognize the words.
You when you woke again he was gone again but this time there wasn’t a note. Every inch of your body ached, then you thought of what you too had been up too and your faces heated. That actually happened. Where is he? You made your way to your room to find actual clothes before wondering out to the throne.
“Lady Kryze!” You smiled running towards her practically slamming into her with a hug.
“Interesting,” you heard Boba say.
You pulled off of her, looking at him and then back at her the red returning to your face, “Sorry it’s been so long,” you smiled at her.
“I was wondering if I could borrow your skills when your free.”
“Any thing for the Queen of Mandalore. How can I be of service?” You asked ignoring the small glare from Boba.
“I need your painting skills,” she said watching Boba relax a little, “amusing your almost done with your current commission.”
“Give me two hours to finish,” you said with a small bow.
“How do you two know each other?” Boba asked.
“Where do you think I learned Mandalorian philosophy?” You said smiling arching a brow at him, “I wasn’t the only person in the galaxy back then you hated you.”
“Should have figured, Princess,” you noticed the endearment wasn’t pointed at you but her before you had time to question if they were a previous thing you dismissed yourself to finish the paint and pack.
“You did this?” Bo said surprised sneaking up behind you as you finished packing up your supplies, “It’s one of kind.”
“Thank you, the Daimyo wanted to be show in a previous light compared to his predecessors so I took some personal liberties to improve it.” The look in his eyes you picked were adoration specifically how he looked at you, you smiled looking at it signing your name and com frequency in the corner. You found Boba waiting for you outside with his Helmet on when the two of you left the room.
“I’ll be at the ship while you to finish up business,” Bo said looking at rigid posture.
“Digital or physical creds?” He asked coldly.
“Either, my frequency is on the painting. You can have Fennec contact me,” you said returning the tone wondering where it was coming from all of the sudden or wondering if he happy to discard you now that you both got what you needed. Your throat tighten, It felt like more to me. Your heart raced confirming it, “Now excuse me, I have a favor being called in,” you pushed out, “by the Princess,” the word came out harsher then you meant it too. You moved away by you felt his gloved hand on your wrist, “What?”
Boba realized he fucked up that you weren’t leaving because you regretted it but because you are loyal, “I… look forward to you coming back,” his words betrayed his composure, his words tender. He saw you relax hoping you knew he misread the situation before releasing your wrist watching you walk off.
Getting on Bo’s ship you were bombarded with questions as she noticed the tension and marks you were trying to hide. You listened as she told you Boba’s story and him helping a friend of hers. You stared at the window of the ship realizing he more then a former feared bounty hunter who you wanted to hated but a reformed man who might be worth a chance.
“She’s been gone for two weeks,” Boba said downing another glass of spotchka.
“I’m sure your precious artist is coming back, at least for the man still in your rancor pit,” Fennec said trying to be uplifting but realistic at the same time, “plus she’s almost done anyway.”
Boba put the drink down and looked at her, “how do you that know that?”
“Cause I reached out to her frequency to transfer the credits? Her and I, are actually friends… Haven’t you? If I didn’t know better your head over blaster for her” She said raising at eyebrow.
“A couple times with short replies.”
A ship crash got there attention and they went out weapons drown towards the smoke. They found you bent over laughing watching it burn.
“I found and stole Kilas’s ship,” you cackled laughing with tears streaming out but you tired to composed yourself, “For a rich man his ship definitely just spare parts.”
The sound of Boba’s laughter brought you back, the sound like liquid gold laced with the sensation of a good nights sleep. He holstered his blasters and walkover to you pulling you against his armor, “Little one.”
“Your crushing me, old man,” you huffed the armor digging into you.
He pulled off lifting his helmet just enough to put his lips next to your ear, “I’ve been thinking about fucking on a canvas covered in paint… with a bath afterwards,” the daydream shot electricity down you with a smile.
“Only if I get to to pick the colors,” you smirked leaving him standing there heading towards the palace with your two surviving bags.
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Fluffember Day 1
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Title - Rid you of the Burdens 
Pairing - Boba Fett X AFAB!Fem!Reader
Prompt - “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe here now.”
Word Count - 1,280
Warnings - Mentions of abuse, reader has been abused, feelings of fear, mistrust, sadness, anger. Angst But comforting fluff! 
Notes - Comments and reblogs make my heart so warm. Thank you all for the love you've given me on everything I seem to post. Stay tuned for lots more.
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“We bring you our offering, Daimyo”, The Neimoidian male grunted, shoving you to the ground in front of Mos Eisley’s new Daimyo, who sat informally on the throne. Your knees ached, surely stained with contusions, and behind the veil that shielded your face was dissociating eyes. Nothing felt real anymore, the chains around your wrist almost like everyday jewelry. Despite the dead look in your eyes, you held your chin high. 
   You were almost relieved you couldn’t see their eyes, face shielded with olive green durasteel, visor pointed in your direction. You were merely property being exchanged. 
    “What is this”, the modulated voice asked. 
Your Neimoidian captors were anxious to make the exchange, the approval of the Daimyo the most important thing they could receive in return. 
   “A very pricey bounty. A Princess from Candovant. She would make a fine servant. Nice to look at”, he said, peeling the veil from your face. You looked past the throne, sick with the heavy feel of eyes upon your face, jaw clenched tightly.
  “Leave her”, The Daimyo spoke, an edge to his tone.  Patience growing thin with the Neimoidians. He rose from the throne to stare them down, “See yourselves out.” 
They didn’t question their orders, knowing better than to overstay their welcome in the presence of Tattoine’s ruler. You stayed still in your spot, knees growing numb to the pressure of the floor, swallowing the dryness in your throat. You prayed the abuse would be a little less harsh as his boots approached. 
You were taken aback when a gloved hand extended out to you. 
“Stand”, the modulated voice requested in a softer tone, waiting for your decision. You were too tired for defiance, obeying the request and allowing your hand to rest in theirs. Bending your knees to stand allowed the pain to flood back to your aching joints and you couldn’t help but wince. 
“What is your name”, he asked, retreating his hand when you were stable. Your lips were dry, cracked, and blistered from the twin suns and it took you a moment to find your voice. The name on your tongue sounding so foreign, as if it had never belonged to you. 
“I am Boba Fett”, the Daimyo responded. 
When he removed his helmet, you expected grotesque. Although when you were brave enough to look, you were met with honey colored eyes eyeing you with fragility. The stoic face of a warrior, somehow softened through the years when he looked over you. 
“Where is your family?” 
You swallowed at the question, breaking eye contact to glaze over the floor. A distant memory that still stung worse than the abuse. 
“They’re dead”, you stated, voice emotionlessly hollow. A fact you had come to terms with long ago. 
“Are you afraid?”
“No”, you lied, unsure of who you were truly trying to convince as the warrior’s eyes studied every expression you so desperately tried to hide. Gloved fingers moving to lift your chin.
“You’re safe here, little one. You can stay until you are comfortable enough to leave, but that is a choice only you can make. There is plenty of room to accommodate.” 
Your brows furrowed in incredulity, to trust a stranger would be to be naive. Yet, what did you have to lose? You were tense, as if you would wake up and the moment would fade, but it was real. Potent and significant. 
“I know your distrust. I have felt it many times, but you can only get so far without a tribe”, Boba assured.
“Okay”, you agreed, no need for elaboration. The first decision you had been allowed to make in months. You held the moment in the palm of your hand, fragile and so momentous.
“I can have Fennec show you to a room”. 
You tensed at the idea of a new face, hardly trusting the one in front of you. 
“Who,” you asked cautiously. 
Boba was unfazed, the feeling all too familiar. 
“A friend”, he replied.
“You trust her?”
Boba nodded in your direction, “With my life”, he replied.
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Fennec was everything you wished you could be. You felt small in the presence of her confidence; daring and tenacious. Yet, she was kind and understanding. You were so jaded and angry, you almost hated her for no rational reason. 
“Thank you”, you mumbled when she left everything you needed by the bed, shutting the door behind her. 
In the expanse of the room, you were quite still. The silks and linens felt as if they would swallow you whole. Vibrant shades of red a stark contrast to your broken image. You were so dirty amongst luxury, things you hadn’t seen in years since the palace, and your hands seemed undeserving. Bathing was the first thing you needed to do, and a childlike excitement moved through you at the thought of a warm bath. You found yourself wandering over to the marbled tub, soaps molded with garden flowers at your disposal. Hot water pooled against the stone, filling quickly and steaming the room. It opened your sinuses filled so heavily with sand and dust. 
You sighed the moment you were encased in the heat of the water. Every muscle and sense relaxing into the stone, it hugged every inch of you so gently, breathing in the aroma of the soap. Pinks and reds swirling amongst the water, dried rose flaking off. You allowed your eyes to close, sinking beneath the water until you were fully submerged. Letting go of everything. The length of your hair swirled around you as you forced yourself to sink to the bottom. Silence. Stillness. To die this way would be peaceful. 
Once your lungs desperately needed air, you rose. Water droplets catching on the edges of eyelashes and the tip of your nose. When you gathered yourself, stepping out onto the cold floor, the weight of the day..of the months hit you. You didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. Combing through wet tangles you stared at the stranger looking back. Shoulders heavy with burdens, eyes weary and hopeless. The clothes you slipped on too fresh and soft for comfort. It felt wrong; undeserving. 
Fingertips ghosted over the fabric of the bed, peeling back layers until a perfect spot was formed for your body. You craved rest, allowing the candles to burn out and bind you to darkness. Everything was so pliable and soothing, and even if you fought off sleep it still found you. 
Peace never found you though, not even in your dreams. You felt yourself suffocating, gripping the delicate sheets around you so tightly, crescents formed in the palms of your skin.  Drenched, hair matting to the pillow. Screaming until your throat burned, the feel of invisible hands grabbing every corner of skin. The world had shrunken away to leave a cold void around your skin, as if you had become detached from reality until secure hands grabbed your heaving body until you sat up straight. Your panic stricken face met Boba’s unwavering eyes, hands reaching to envelope your face. Your body stilled, heart hammering away at its confines. Your breaths heavy as you searched his eyes. 
“Shh”, he soothed, and you unconsciously found yourself leaning into his touch, “it’s okay, you’re safe here now.”
When you calmed, you realized the state he was in. Shirtless, sleep pants comfortably around his hips. He had woken to your screams, rushing to soothe you and in his vulnerability  you allowed yourself to still. The warmth of his hands pressed so tightly against your cheeks, assuring you that no danger followed. Your hand reached to settle against his own, tears forming behind your lids. You truly were safe.
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Kozuki Oden
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bonusdragons · 1 year
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October 5, 2022:
Plum Primary, Spiral, Vipera.
Daimyo of Zerkjo’s clan!
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New AU based on the @1v1-tmntiteration-battlenexus that I will probably lose.
In this AU 2003 Mikey replaces Daimyo who decides to retire after years of directing the Battle Nexus. Daimyo believes in Mikey to bring a change to the competition, and as Mikey is the new champion, everyone agrees (minus Gyoji who instantly wishes to be sent to the afterlife)
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Mikey at first wanted to accept but Daimyo warmed him that if he did he will become immortal and will have to see his loved ones die and their children grow just to die them...
Is hard, but after having accepted and seeing every member of his family take their own ways, Mikey accepts to become the new Master of the Battle Nexus.
Mikey gets the War Staff and Daimyo's old clothes to keep his memories alive. Though Mikey agreed to keep the tradition of the Battle Nexus after Daimyo's funeral, Mikey also brought some changes as Daimyo believed.
... As allowing competitors who were not warriors to participate.
Mikey also gets a lot of cats too. He also gets to participate in some show-off demonstrations and in one of those got his arm cut off.
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dummy-kanji · 2 years
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Storm above Okayama Castle (Okayama, Japan) por Shanti Por Flickr: Okayama-jo, the "Crow Castle" one minute before the storm. ____ Okayamako gaztelua, ekaitza baino minutu bat lehenago. ____ El Castillo de Okayama un minuto antes de la tormenta. ....... ....... ....... ....... ........ ....... Maybe is better on black (press "L" in your keyboard)
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knightscanfeeltoo · 3 days
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I know Lots of People Hate that Boba Fett never left Tatooine in TBOBF but I don't mind...
(maybe he'll travel to other planets in season two but who knows...)
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