#daimyo fett

[acatalystrising]

Star Wars (Disney) may have forgotten about Boba Fett, but he’ll live on in plenty of adventures written by myself and allll my Boba besties out there!

For real, y’all are my heroes 🫡

Tbh it’s probably for the best because we understand his characterization better anyway

No, for real. We took this line and RAN with it and I for one am ✨thrilled✨

[merlincmgirl]

Armour Kink - Boba Fett x FReader - NSFW

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Summary: While admiring the way Boba holds court as Daimyo on Tatooine, you can't help but fixate on how good Boba looks in his armour. Boba notices.

Characters: Boba, Fennec

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 8,394

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, teasing, armour kink, thigh riding, armour riding, spanking a little?, throne sex, possessive Boba, bratting, King Boba! dirty talk, soft!dom Boba

Authour's Note: I love Boba, and I want to be on that throne with him.

Watching Boba hold court was always something you enjoyed. Not only because some of the people who came to speak with the Daimyo were interesting characters but because you were able to stare at Boba for as long as you’re liked and nobody would question it. Boba commanded attention when he sat on the throne. All eyes were drawn to him, people hung onto his every word, and nobody wanted to get on the bad side of him.

Boba radiated power.

From across the room, you couldn’t help but chuckle at a bounty hunter fawning over the Great Boba Fett. It would seem that it was wearing a bit thin as Fennec was reaching for her rifle. Draining your spotchka, you thanked the bartender before sitting at the back of the room, directly across from the throne. It was the prime spot for you to watch Boba and for him to watch you.

“Get on with it!” Boba snapped, the room quieting down at his tone. There was a nervous shift in the atmosphere but you couldn’t help but grin up at the green helmet. Boba was particularly impatient today it seemed.

It might have had something to do with the way you had teased him that morning. You had waited until the very last moment before he left to strike. Seeing him without his helmet on, that beautiful, stern and regal face combined with the bulky, Mandalorian armour had you wet between your legs. Instead of dealing with that, you had slipped from the cool sheets that covered you and stalked over to him.

Wrapping your arms around his back, you had pressed your naked body against his, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. As Boba had brought you round to his front, pressing a delightful kiss to your lips and promising he would see you later on today, you couldn’t help but misbehave. So you had deepened the kiss, pressing your breasts against the cool metal of beskar and rolled your hips up into his. The rough material of his flight suit had you letting out a groan into his mouth, hips seeking friction against your clit once more.

As he had groaned deeply into your kiss, hands dragging down your ribs, your stomach and your hips, scooping around your thighs, ready to carry you back to bed; you pulled away with a teasing smirk and wishing him a good day before heading into the refresher.

Part of you expected him to join you, to say kriff to his schedule and fuck you to oblivion in the refresher. But as you washed the suds out of your hair, you knew better than that. Boba was a man that prided himself on the control that he had over himself and others. So what better way to show you that than by walking away and carrying on with the rest of his day.

It had been frustrating, letting the heat of arousal that had been starting to build into a fire in your belly douse down into a gentle simmer. There was still plenty of time to get what you wanted.

A loud thud had you flinching, brought back to the present as 2 glasses of spotchka was suddenly in front of you. Looking up to your left, you realised Fennec was looking down at you with a suspicious look.

“What?” you asked your friend, wondering why she was looking at you like that. “What’s that look for?”

Fennec shook her head, collapsing into the seat next to you. “What did you do?” she finally asked, pouring both of you a drink.

Chuckling at her and putting on your best innocent expression, you sent her a grin. “What makes you think I’ve done anything?” you wondered, mischievous glint still in your eye.

“Boba has been in a mood all day. That normally happens when you’re playing with your food” the assassin remarked, making you laugh at that. Well, she certainly wasn’t wrong.

“Oh really? Can’t he just be in a mood? I am entirely innocent” you said, smirking around the glass of spotchka.

Fennec hummed, not believing a word that you said, and looked like she was going to call you out on your bullshit. “Nothing innocent about the way you’ve been looking at him all day” she retorted, before draining her glass and standing up. “Duty calls, Princess. If you could hurry this show along, I’d be grateful” she stated, glancing between you and Boba before going back up to her place by his throne, one hand always resting on her rifle.

Stifling your giggles at the way Fennec had caught onto your game, you turned back to the middle of the room where Boba was holding court. The way that he was spread out across the wide throne had your eyes focused on his crotch. The casual way he kept his body relaxed, yet ready to spring up at a moment’s notice to fight and attack. It had you feeling very grateful for the spotchka you were nursing. Your throat was feeling very dry all of a sudden.

The bounty hunter was asking permission to hunt for a quarry on Tatooine, not a necessary requirement, but it was done to show respect to Boba. The name of the most feared and brutal bounty hunter in the galaxy still carried a lot of weight and respect, and many up and coming bounty hunter would fawn all over him to try and get either favour or advice from him.

It seemed Boba was getting bored of this one and quickly agreed, sending him on his way with a warning not to cause trouble for the residents that were under his protection. You had to duck your head, hiding the smile that split across your face at that. Boba had such a kind and caring heart, he had really took the people of Mos Espa and those further a field under his wing.

As the court waited for the next visitor to come walking through the doors, Boba’s helmet twisted, searching for you, stopping and tilting when he saw you sitting on the bench near the front of him. Normally you kept yourself away from the court, or at least towards the back where you could spy and listen to the whispers of those around you without much noticed being taken. It was a useful thing too, you had heard a lot of loose lips whispering about information that you had then forwarded onto Boba. It also allowed you to keep out of the public eye, not drawing too much attention to yourself. If something was to happen and you were taken hostage, you knew how to defend yourself, but Boba would be infuriated at anyone hurting his riddur.

Boba must have been checking in on you because he gave a small insusceptible nod to you before focusing on the Trandoshan bounty hunter that was walking down to meet with him.

Relaxing back into the seat, you shifted slightly to widen your legs, knowing that he was getting a glimpse of your pants. His head snapped in your direction for only a moment before his attention seemed to shift to the bounty hunter as he stepped out in front of him. You couldn’t help but drag your gaze up from the armour coving his shins, to the knee pads that could shoot rocket darts out of. Working your way up his thick, powerful thighs that, though baggy, was clear to see through his black flight suit underneath. You could just imagine how he would feel pressed against you, letting you ride his strong, thick muscles until you came just from that.

Feeling a bit breathless, you raised your eyes further up, biting your lip as you stared at Boba’s crotch. There was a slight bulge, not because he was hard, but he was just so damn big. You had spent many of a time just sitting in his lap, feeling that press against you as he touched you, whispering filth into your ears. Stars! You wished you could feel him now. Just imagining him pulling you back against his chest, spreading your legs over the arms of the throne and exposing you to the room. The way his fingers would feel rubbing your clit and buried inside of you.

Cursing, you clenched your legs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building in between there. You looked up further, catching your eyes on his thick belt that held a number of different things. One time it had held a remote to some vibrating pants that you had worn, and all through the day he would tease you with them, activating them when you weren’t expecting it, or when you were talking to someone he didn’t particularly liked.

Up to his chest plates which protected his broad, strong chest. In the middle was a kar'ta, an Iron Heart, that was very important to Boba. Across his right cuirass was the Journeyman Protector symbol, a part of his history that Boba was proud of. It was the symbol of his grandfather Jaster Mereel, who had found and took in Jango Fett. Boba wore it proudly in honour of both his lineage and all the memories that his father had shared about Mereel.

Along his thick shoulders, Boba wore the sigil of Mandalore – a Mythosaur skull on the burnt orange of his left pauldron. It was a reminder of his culture, of his upbringing within the Mandalorian ways. No matter what he told others, he was the son of Jango Fett, once Mand’alor to the True Mandalorians. His father had taught him the language, the customs of his people, had shown him how to fight in a way only Mandalorians could. He was every bit as Mandalorian as the many scattered around the galaxy, and he was proud of it. You couldn’t help but smile, warmth filling you at how proud Boba was of his heritage and the way he displayed it in his sigils.

And then you dragged your gaze up to his helmet, and the black visor that you always seemed to get lost in. Although it never gave away any of Boba’s emotions, it was always so expressive to you. The slight tilt of the helmet, or the way it angled when Boba was displeased, it all helped you know exactly what Boba was feeling. He would deny it of course, because how could Beskar be so expressive? But you knew what to look out for, you had been with Boba for so long you could read the little changes in his body language, even if his face was hidden behind his helmet.

Although you knew what he was feeling, to others, the helmet was intimidating, never giving a hint as to what Boba was thinking or feeling. It made him extremely hard to negotiate with, which was why Boba wore it. He liked having people on the back foot, never knowing what to say or do and waiting for his lead. It was extremely clever of him and a power move that had worked on you a number of times.

A small gasp escaped you and you flushed even more when you looked back down to meet the black visor that was currently staring at you. Startled, you blinked in surprise before sending him a wicked grin, widening your legs just slightly so he could get a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath your dress. Boba seemed to stiffen on the throne and you couldn't help the swell of pride that swelled up in your chest. Little old you could distract the might Daimyo of Mos Espa while surrounded by bounty hunters, politicians and courtesans.

Grinning, you watched as Boba’s gloved hands tightened into fists, before they relaxed back to rest on the arms of the throne. Travelling up his arms, you admired the bulky, red-brown of his vambraces. They made him appear even bigger than he was, and they kept him connected to Slave 1, along with all his weapons and jet pack launcher that was by his feet. Not that he needed to appear bigger, Boba was just as powerful in his arms and hands as he was everywhere else. The hands that had killed too many people to count and could do unspeakable things to his enemies – were the ones that pressed sweet affections into your skin, the arms that you sought out after a terrible day or a nightmare. Where others had met their demise at Boba’s hands, you had always found love and protection in them.

“That is enough for today. Leave” Boba declared, everything instantly stilling and quieting in the room. Realising you had lost yourself in thoughts about Boba and his armour once more, you looked around the room, seeing everyone surprised at the announcement but beginning to move. The way he could just command a room like that, it made you cunt throb at the need to have him.

It seemed that Boba was impatient this evening, as his eyes narrowed and his shoulders tensed up. “Get out!” Boba ordered, voice clear and frightful as it rung around the chamber. His helmet turned to you, and it froze you in your seat as the room burst into life.

As the people and aliens around you packed up their stuff and went home, you kept your eyes trained on Boba. His dark visor was staring into your own eyes, and you didn’t need the helmet off to know his eyes would be full of hunger and lust, just promising what he would do to you as soon as you were alone.

Once there was silence in the chamber, everyone gone and leaving the two of you alone. Fennec had been the last one to leave, levelling the both of you with a withering look before heading up the stairs and slamming the doors closed. It did nothing but make you feel even more excited to finally have Boba to yourself.

“Been staring at me all day, Princess. See something you like?” he remarked, running his gaze up and down your body as you strolled up to the throne.

“I did. A lot actually” you replied, stopping just in front of the stone steps.

Boba hummed, taking his helmet off and placing it to the side to rest on the wide arm rests before turning back to meet you with a heavy look. You were right, he looked ravenous for you, but still so damn in control of everything.

Not deigning your response with a reply, he held up his hands, crooking his fingers to you to get you closer to him.

And like a moth to a flame, you did. You climbed up the stairs, keeping your eyes on his own until your knees bumped against his. Being in Boba’s gaze was enough to make you feel a tingle run down your spine, wondering what exactly he was thinking to do to you. “I’m feeling tired suddenly, shall we take this upstairs?” you suggested, biting your lip enticingly.

Boba let out a low chuckle, his smile lighting up his face and making him look younger. “Oh, I don’t think so Princess. Take a seat” he instructed, patting his knee.

Heat flickered in your stomach at his words and the casual way he knew you would follow his orders. Leaning back into the throne, he watched as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Instead of pressing your hips against his, Boba pushed you back until you were perched on his knees, hands coming to squeeze and knead at your hips.

Frowning at him, you sent him a confused look, wanting to be closer to him, expecting him to want you to ride him. “I want you to sit right there, little one, and tell me what exactly got you so flushed in my court” Boba said, voice low as his eyes traced the way you swallowed hard, all the way down your neck and to the nice way your chest was displayed teasingly into your dress. It was a dress that Boba had brought you, in his own colours so that everyone knew you belonged to him.

Remembering all those thoughts that had been plaguing you while you had been watching him, you couldn’t help but flush at having to try and put those thoughts into words now. “I… er… I liked seeing you” you breathed, as one of his gloved hands trailed from your hip and squeezed your thigh. Right where it met your groin. It had you very distracted, and wondering if he could feel the heat from your core radiating through his pant leg.

“Go on, you can do better than that, Princess” he murmured, encouraging you on and you knew you had no choice but to listen to him.

“Sitting on your throne… commanding er… ruling Mos Espa. Oh, Boba!” you gasped, thoughts stuttering to a halt at the way he inched you forward on his leg just a little bit. It sent delicious friction up your cunt, as his thumb ran circles into your thighs, massaging the muscle there. Sliding your eyes closed, you began rocking your hips in time to the brushes up and down of his thumb.

However, Boba didn’t want that, giving your thigh a little pinch to bring your attention back to him. “That wasn’t all, was it, Princess?” he teased, leaning in closer to you. As you went to meet his lips with your own, he pulled back, chuckling at the frustrated grumble you let out at that. “Something else was making you spread your legs for me in the middle of all these people” he grinned, pushing your bunched up dress even further up your thighs until they rested on your hips, revealing the white panties that were soaked in your arousal.

Blinking, you couldn’t help but try and press forward, into the hands that was beginning their soothing strokes up and down your legs and hips. He’d run his hands over the swell of your hips, trace them down across your thigh and finishing at your inner thigh before staring again.

“I asked you a question, little one. I expect an answer” he warned, nails digging into the soft flesh that was trapped underneath his hands.

“You looked so good in your armour, Boba. Like a King… so powerful. And the way they all fear and respect you at the same time… It made me so wet for you” you tried to explain, moaning when Boba brushed his fingers slightly against your clothed clit. It had you bucking up into his hands before he swiftly pulled them away.

“You like me wearing my armour, Princess?” he asked, gripping your chin and pulling your face to meet his, eyes locking with your own. You could do nothing but nod, trapped in his heavy stare. “Like the way it feels against you?” he murmured, eyes darkening as you bit bottom lip.

“Yes” you whispered, because you damn well loved how he looked in his armour and the way it felt pressed against you. The hardness and unforgiving nature of it digging into your soft curves.

Boba grinned, reaching for the dress bunched at your waist and dragging it up and off you, throwing it to the side of his throne for it to be taken care of by one of the cleaning droids. He couldn’t help but admire your bare chest, taking in the soft mounds of your breasts and the way your nipples stiffened at being exposed to the cool air of his court.

Wanting nothing more than to squirm on his thigh, you rested your hands on his chest, trying to lean forward for a kiss instead. But he kept you pinned in place, a hand steady and firm on your chest as he pushed you back to sitting up for him. Sighing, you nodded in acceptance, you would stay where you were, for now. It wasn’t like it was a terrible position to be in, but you wanted to feel more of him. To feel his luscious lips against your own, peeling them open and devouring you in a kiss.

However, you were distracted as Boba raised his hands in between you, before his white teeth bit into the leather of his glove, easing it off his hands. Your breath stuck in your throat at the way his teeth had wrapped around the material, careful not to bite his own finger. You could just imagine that mouth doing the same to your nipple, the way he would drag his teeth over the bud and pull on it slightly, just to hear the moans that would slip from your mouth. He did the same to the other hand before he collected them both, tucking them into the side of his belt.

Mouth suddenly very dry, you took in a steadying breath as his warm, bronzed, calloused hands ran up and down your sides, squeezing slightly at your ribs before sliding down in a soothing pressure.

“Do you know, Princess, Mandalorian armour is very special. This belonged to my father, it has my genetic chain code inside it so everyone knows it belongs to me” he stated, shifting his legs slightly and causing you to grip onto his forearms to keep yourself steady. You did know that, why was he telling you again.

“Children used to put their painted handprints on to bring luck and to carry them with their parents. I think I want your cum dripping off it instead” Boba announced, placing his helmet on his thigh, the black visor seeming to stare at you.

“Boba, you can’t say stuff like that” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut. It felt like your heart had dropped into your cunt in surprise. He couldn’t be serious, could he? The thought had slick leaking from your entrance and you would have pressed your legs together if they wasn’t spread over his thick lap.

“Why not? I want you to ride my helmet, Princess. Leave your mark for everyone to see” he smirked, pressing his knee further up into you and causing you to whine at the way it pressed against your sensitive area.

No doubt you wouldn’t be leaving here until his helmet was covered in your juices. A badge of honour for your Daimyo. The thought of him heading out to Mos Espa, to walk among his people with your juices soaked into the beskar had you dripping even more. Oh god, when he went to the rebuilt Sanctuary then his helmet would be washed and cleaned. They would know exactly what any marks covering his helmet was.

Breath stuttering in your chest and your face burning, you looked into the dark eyes of your riddur. His scarred, yet smooth bronzed skin had a slight pink tinge to it as well, obviously you wasn’t the only one unaffected by this.

Knocking the view viewfinder down so that you could be more comfortable and so it wouldn’t break, you pushed yourself up onto your knees. You wanted to do this, couldn’t wait to see him walking around Mos Espa, knowing that his helmet was your juices dripping down it.

However, Boba stopped you, squeezing your thigh to keep you still before hooking his fingers into the waistline of your underwear. “You won’t be needing these, Princess” he stated.

It was the only warning you had, as Boba ripped them from you, throwing them to the side in a tattered pile that landed on your dress. The move had you dripping but you couldn’t help the squawk of indignation at him just ruining your pants, you only had so many. “Boba! I liked those!” you protested, but he just sent you a pleased grin.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more, Princess” he assured, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours.

Resting your hands on his shoulders, feeling the cool beskar beneath your hands, you chased after his lips, determined to get a real kiss off him. Feeling the chuckle rumble against your lips from him, he slipped a hand into your hair, fisting it tightly so he could lick against the seam of your mouth, dipping inside when you gasped at his probing tongue.

Boba kissed you like he was planning to devour you. Like you were the last bit of water on all of Tatooine and he had to have you. He pressed his tongue against yours, teasing and exciting you as he swallowed your moans. The hand in your hair not letting you escape until you whined, and he finally let you go to take in deep panting breaths of air.

“Go on, Princess, ride my helmet” he ordered, helping to position you so that you were over his helmet.

Sinking down had you gasping, fingers clenching on his shoulders for support as the cool, smooth texture touched your sensitive, soaked folds. Closing your eyes at the sensation, you couldn’t help but pull away slightly so as to not become overwhelmed so quickly. The wide dome of his helmet pressed against you, forcing your legs wide around it as you began to rock against it.

Panting, you began at your own rhythm, rocking and grinding down against the helmet, cursing every time it rubbed just right against your clit. You could feel your slick and heat transferring to the metal, the slick helping to guide your way around the green bucket.

Warm hands came up to cup your breasts, and you peeled your eyes open to look down at Boba. He was watching you, eyes fixed on your face as you took your pleasure from his helmet. Your breasts was bouncing in his face, and he squeezed them roughly, sending heat shooting down into your already throbbing core.

“Boba! Oh, please touch me” you begged, pushing your chest into his hands and keeping up the rocking of your hips. It felt wonderful to have his hands on you, feel the way they set fire to you with every brush and stroke against you.

“Look at you, ad’ika. Enjoy riding my helmet so much” he groaned, thumbs brushing over your pebbled nipples, touch just on the right side of rough. “Should see how much is dripping from you, I won’t be able to see out of my visor” he teased, glancing down at the way your slick was sliding down his helmet.

You whined at his words, at the way he was pinching and pulling at your sore buds while you rode his helmet. It was becoming too much, your first release was starting to build as you quickened your pace against his helmet.

“That’s it, Princess. I know you’re close” he moaned, hand sliding around your back to bring you closer to his mouth. He took a bud into the warm, wet heat of his mouth, laving attention on the stiffened peak until it had you bucking your hips forward, chasing your pleasure. “Gonna cum just from riding my helmet? Dirty girl!” he growled, teeth grazing over your nipple and tugging at it sharply.

Combined with his words, the way he was pinching and biting and pulling at your sore nipples, and the way his helmet felt so good between your legs – spreading you wide and gliding just right under your throbbing clit, it had you falling over the edge. Your cries echoed around the stone chamber, not that you cared. The whole of Tatooine could hear just how hard Boba could make you cum, and he didn’t even need to fuck you with his cock to do it.

“That’s it, good girl, Princess. You did so well” Boba praised, helping you to raise off his helmet and sit on his lap once more. You shuddered into his chest, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm and Boba wrapped an arm around your waist. Bringing you closer to him and pressing a reassuring kiss on your head, he picked up his helmet and placed it onto the arm rest. “Open your eyes, Princess. See what you’ve done to my armour” Boba instructed, hand gliding soothingly up and down your back.

Blinking at him, you turned to face the helmet and couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched around nothing at the sight. All along the green helmet there was streaks of your cum, your slick had run over his visor and you could see more arousal dripping down the sides of it. It had you both embarrassed and proud at having marked his armour like that. Everyone would know that he was yours, and you were his.

“Bit late to get embarrassed now, little one. You did so well” Boba chuckled warmly, affection clear in his tone and the way he squeezed you into his chest. “Are you okay for more?” he asked, nuzzling your nose with his.

“Always ready for more with you” you smiled, leaning up to press a loving kiss to his lips. He returned it, letting you direct the kiss for a moment before he turned it into a more passionate kiss, drawing out little moans of pleasure and want. You sighed against his lips, pushing yourself up to straddle him properly, sitting down onto the hard bulge in his flight suit.

Boba hissed out at the contact, hands squeezing your sides at the way you felt against him. Even through his under-suit he could feel just how hot you were, could feel your slick leaking into the material. Tilting his head, he pulled away with a small gasp, although it was lost in your noise of complaint.

“Don’t be greedy, Princess” he chided, running his hand up your thighs and positioning you a bit better for him. He lifted you up slightly, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, dropping kisses along his jaw and neck while his fingers found your dripping folds.

“Kriff, Princess, is this all for me? I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re so wet” Boba cursed, gathering your release and arousal on his fingers before circling your clit with them.

“Hmm! Boba, just for you. Only you can make me feel like this” you sighed, burying your face into his neck.

“That’s right, Princess. Only I can make you feel like this, can make you cum just on their helmet” he teased, delighting in the way you groaned, trying to bury your way into his skin to hide. “I’m teasing, little one, you know how much I enjoyed that” he soothed, rocking his hips up into yours and letting you feel his erection pressed into your inner thigh.

“Please Boba, want you inside of me” you grumbled, becoming impatient yourself at the way he was just sliding his fingers around your entrance, never pushing in, but setting a dull ache in your core. He never built your pleasure, just kept it simmering on a low heat.

“Not yet, little one, have to prepare you first. Always think you can take me but you clench so hard around my cock, even after I’ve stretched you open for me” he smirked, and you didn’t even have to look at his face to know that there would be a smug expression spread across it.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to buck against his hand, get him moving things along as heat licked at your core. “Boba, I want you now!” you ordered, digging your nails into the nape of his neck.

He hissed, one hand coming to land around your throat, although he never squeezed, just kept it there as a warning. While his other hand delivered a sharp swat on your inner thigh.

Yelping at the sharp sting that left, you couldn’t help but buck into him even more, a breathless gasp leaving your lips as you felt yourself clench around nothing. Stars! You wanted him to do that again, as you leaned into the hand that was resting at the base of your throat.

“Don’t be a brat, little one!” he growled, hard eyes boring into your own and keeping you pinned under his gaze. “I won’t hurt you. So I’m going to open you up on my fingers and you’re going to thank me for it. When I think you’ve had enough, then I’m going to fuck your pretty little cunt until you can’t say anything but my name. But only when I decide, do you understand, little one?” he warned, voice rumbling out of him in a low and dark tone that had your thighs quivering at it.

“Yes, sir” you breathed, mouth falling open slightly at the way he tightened his grip around the side of your neck briefly before letting go once more.

“You’ve remembered some manners, Princess. Now, be a good girl and let me feel you clenching around my fingers” he ordered, sliding his hand between your legs once more.

He ran his fingers over your engorged clit one, two, three more times before he dipped between your folds and circled your entrance before he was pushing one of his thick fingers inside of you. He pulled out so only his finger up until his first knuckle was inside of you, before running around the rim of your hole, testing just how tight you were inside of your clenching hole.

“Boba!” you whined, burying your face into his shoulders at the way he was exploring you. Even though he knew your body like the back of his hand, he couldn’t help but want to tease out the delightful sounds of pleasure that you let out.

Noticing the way you were relaxing around his probing finger, he pushed it even further inside of you, crooking them, just like he did when he was calling for you up to his throne. Guiding you back a little so he could see the slacked mouth expression on your face as he pushed in a second finger, stretching you open even more for him. He groaned as the pressure in his flight suit became more pronounced with the way you just seemed to melt around his fingers. Sighing, he pressed his lips against your collarbone, sucking and licking marks into your skin so that others would know just exactly who you belonged to.

At a particularly sharp graze of his teeth against your collarbone, you let out a loud cry, rocking your hips and grinding down onto his hand. Normally Boba stretched you with three fingers, insisting that was the minimum he would use to make sure you were stretched and ready for him. He was always a large man, and that translated to other areas of his anatomy. You just knew that you were going to feel him for days after this.

Sucking the skin into his mouth, laving it with his tongue in apology, he pulled back, pleased to see the already darkening patch of skin at the base of your throat. He felt the way your walls tightened around his fingers, drawing and pulling him in every time he pulled them out. Like your desperate little hole couldn’t be without his fingers filling it up. “You take my fingers so well, don’t you, mesh’la?” he hummed, pleased and smug at being the one to make you like this.

Tilting your head down, you watched as his fingers disappeared inside of you, bending them just right so that they brushed against the spongy patch inside of you. When Boba entered a third finger into you, you couldn’t help the loud cry you let out, hearing it echo around the deserted room as Boba continued to stroke and rub at the delicious spot that had you shuddering.

Of course, Boba noticed and couldn’t help but say something, loving to tease you when you were like this. So desperate and needy in his lap, at his mercy as your cries of pleasure rung out in the room because of him. “Look at you, I’ve only just started using my fingers and you’re already shaking for me” he chuckled darkly, thumb coming to rub circles against your clit.

“OHHH! Boba! There! Please, right there” you yelped, feeling the way his thick, delicious fingers were pressed inside of you, while his thumb was massaging and rubbing at your bundle of nerves.

“I know, little one. I’ll get you there. Go on, ride my fingers” he shushed, cooing at you as he felt the way your walls tightened and relaxed around him.

Your thighs were burning at this point, and you couldn’t help the small whine that fell from your lips as you raised your hips up off him before sinking down onto his fingers. You ground against them, bucking and rolling your hips as he kept stimulating your clit, rubbing small circles on it and making the coil inside of you tighten.

“Boba please, I- I can’t” you pleaded, shuddering against him as you bucked your hips.

“Sshh, Princess. You just lie there, I’ll take care of you” he soothed, licking a stripe up the side of your neck before nibbling at the hinge of your jaw and pulling a moan from you. He pulled you down to rest against his chest while he pumped his fingers out of you faster and faster, building up your release until you had no choice but to fall over the edge, calling out his name as you shivered against his heaving chest.

“That’s it Princess, good girl. You look so beautiful cumming around my fingers, I know you’re going to be radiant when you cum around my cock” Boba said quietly, withdrawing his fingers from you and pulling them into his mouth. He let out a loud groan at the taste, watching as your eyes widened and your mouth fell open at the sight of him sucking your release from his fingers.

“Fuck Boba! You… you’re going to kill me” you chuckled breathlessly, licking your lips as you watched him.

He let out a huff of amusement before he was pushing you up back onto your feet in front of him. Your knees wobbled but you locked them, managing to keep yourself straight with the help of his strong, steady hands on your hips.

“Don’t die on me just yet, little one. I’m going to fuck you now. Do you still want that?” he checked in, pushing himself up to stand as well. Pulling you into him, he supported your weight with his body, making sure you were alright to continue.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his armour felt pressed against your sweaty, panting body, still shaking slightly from the aftershocks of your powerful orgasms. “I still want that, Boba, but I think my legs will give out before you get the chance” you grinned, leaning in to kiss him sweetly.

“That’s alright little one, all I want you to do is lie right here, I’ll take care of the rest” he assured, leading you over to the side of his throne. He grabbed one of the pillows and throws someone had left as tribute and placed them so you could lie comfortably.

As you bent over the wide arm rests, you couldn’t help but sigh, glad of Boba’s attention to your comfort levels. The pillows and throws helped soften the rough edges so they weren’t digging into your skin. Resting your head against the seat, you let yourself relax, waiting for Boba.

You weren’t waiting long, as you felt his dexterous fingers run up and down your slit, collecting the arousal dripping from you. Boba nudged your legs wider, planting himself firmly between your spread legs. “Kriff, you’re so beautiful, Princess. Wish you could see how you look from here” Boba praised, running his fingers gently over your aching clit.

You jolted, a surprised giggle escaping you as well. “I think you appreciate the sight more than I ever will, Boba” you told him, wiggling your hips at him.

You heard an answering snort of amusement before hands were gripping your cheeks and spreading you wide open for his gaze. Moaning, you buried your face into your arms, muffling your sounds.

A sharp crack had you jumping, and you instantly reached back to clutch at your cheek where Boba had spanked you. “Ah! I want to hear you, Princess. Don’t you dare muffle any of your moans” he rebuked, stroking the sting away with his palm running over the reddened cheek.

Nodding, you lifted your head a little and let our a shaky breath, trying to push back into him. “Sorry, just really need you inside of me. Taking me, claiming me, making everyone know who I belong to” you groaned, knowing your words would entice him to fuck you and not draw this out.

“Fuck! Princess! Everyone is going to hear you screaming my name” he promised, gripping the base of his thick, heavy cock in his hand and rubbing it over your slit. He circled the tip around your clit before sliding once more between your glistening folds.

“Boba please! Fuck me!” you begged, eyes squeezed shut at the zap of pleasure that shot from your cunt all the way up your spine, leaving you breathless and feeling like you were on fire.

Chuckling darkly, Boba notched the head of his cock at your entrance, barely pressing in enough to stretch your opening around the dome shaped head of his cock. “You asked for it, little one” he smirked, before pushing inside of you with a steady thrust, unrelenting of his pace as he continued to stretch your quivering walls around him.

Panting, you moans and cries coming out broken from your mouth as your legs shook, glad of the way the throne was holding you up. It felt like he was splitting you in two, even with the way he stretched you around 3 of his fingers. The heavy, feeling of his cock made you feel stuffed full, like there was no other space inside of you for him to press into. Your hands clutched and scraped on the hard stone of the throne, desperate to clutch onto something.

Boba must have realised that, because he grasped your hands in his, flattening them so you couldn’t hurt yourself against the stone. He reached back and pressed his gloves into your hands instead.

Instantly you began squeezing and tugging on them, as you adjusted to his size, trying to gain a steady breath at the way he just filled you up so perfectly. It felt like he was carving a place inside of you for himself, never wanting to let you go as his hands squeezed your hips, stopping you from pressing back into him.

“There we go, Princess, all inside of you now” Boba purred, brushing a warm, calloused hand down your spine and delighting in the way you relaxed further around his cock. “Is this what you needed when you were being a brat this morning? Knew it wouldn’t be long before I’d be back in this greedy cunt again” Boba growled, pulling back out of you before slamming inside of you with one powerful thrust.

“AAH! BOBA!” you screamed, as he forced you further across his throne. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you whined, as he began to set a fast pace, fucking into you quickly and drawing out slowly that allowed you to feel the heavy weight drag across that sweet spot inside of you.

“That’s it, little one. I’ve got you, just going to lie there and take what I give you, won’t you? Be my good girl” Boba said, voice light and soothing but the words had you sinking into him, whining softly as you nodded. He couldn’t help the groan that he let out at the feel of you just accepting everything he gave you. He rewards you with leaning forward, the heavy weight of his chest plate pinning you further into the throne as he lay nips and kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders.

The feel of him pressing you down, his hips fit snugly against yours had your breaths stuttering in your chest. He felt so big, encompassing you and keeping you still for him. It felt so good to feel that cool Beskar against your heated, sweat-slicked skin. The way his vambraces dug into you slightly as he held your sides.

“Boba please!” you whined, turning your head so that you could briefly catch his lips in a kiss. It was a messy kiss, over just as quick as it had begun but it had pleasure curling in your core. “Fuck! Need more, please!” you begged, hand reaching around to wrap around his neck and keep him close to you.

Boba’s deep groan filled your ear and you couldn’t help but clench around him at such an erotic sound. You had done this to him, fired him up enough that he had dismissed his court and was fucking you over his throne.

“Such a greedy thing” he admonished, grunting as he slamming his cock inside of you once more. “I am fucking you” he reminded, pulling your hips back against his own. But still he pulled himself away from you and rested a hand on the nape of your neck, keeping your face twisted to the side, while the other squeezed your hip tight enough to leave bruises. “But if you want more, Princess… Well, you know I can never say no to you” he chuckled, pounding into you now as he kept your hips up, driving his cock into your fluttering walls.

The squelching noise as he fucked you deep hit your ears, you could hear just how wet you were, how every thrust made that sound. Your slick was wetting the inside of your thighs and his crotch, but he didn’t care, driving down into you over and over until all you could think of was Boba and so good! You clung onto the other arm rest, trying to keep yourself steady as you let out sobs of pleasure. Tears were beginning to sting your eyes as he reached around you to rub at your clit.

“BOBA!” you yelped, letting out a guttural moan at the way he was filling you, driving your release closer and closer with every press against your cervix.

“Kriff! You feel so good, Princess. So tight around my fat cock” he hissed, driving into you harder and winding his hand into your hair. Tugging slightly, but making sure you didn’t move too much from the position he put you in.

You moaned, feeling the way you were exposed for him, the way his fingers rubbed at your clit and his cock spearing into you. It was becoming too much, and you could feel the way your walls were clutching onto his thick cock.

“Can feel you shaking around me, little one. Are you going to cum for me? Let me fill your sweet hole up with my cum?” he growled, rolling his hips inside of you and moaning at the way you clung to him so tightly he could barely move. “Fuck Princess! Feels like you’re swallowing me up” he groaned, nudging your legs a little wider so he could hit that spot deeper.

“Oh!” you gasped, arching up into him as much as possible while he kept you pinned down. The coil in your stomach was tightening, and you felt so close to the edge. All you needed was a little more, you didn’t know what but Boba did. “Yes! Yes! Please, Boba, please!” you chanted, lost in the pleasure that he was stoking inside of you.

“Cum for me Princess” he ordered, pinching your clit and sending you crashing over the edge.

You cried out his name, hearing it echo around you as you shook, vision going white as your released washed over you. Everything became too much and not enough as you felt Boba slam his cock deep inside of you a couple more times before he was shooting his hot release into your fluttering channel. His snarl of your name filling the chambers as well.

Carefully he pulled away from your sensitive clit, pulling himself away from you and rubbing up and down your body, soothing the tremors that still ran through you. He pressed kisses along your shoulders, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. How you were such a good girl for him, how he can’t get enough of you, that you are everything he was searching for. He pressed love into you, making sure you calmed down with the help of his steady hands and soothing voice.

When both of your breaths returned to normal, Boba pulled out and helped you to stand up.

Grimacing, you clenched your thighs, hoping to stop the mess that was already leaking down your thighs. He reached for some water and a cloth behind his throne and you shot him a surprised look.

“Do you just keep cleaning supplies behind your throne for this occasion?” you demanded, hissing slightly at the cool temperature as he wiped you clean.

Boba gave you an unimpressed look before turning back to cleaning you up. “I know just how much you like to see me sitting on the throne, little one. You’re not as subtle as you think” he stated, eyes crinkling in the corners in amusement.

Even though he had been balls deep inside of you only a few minutes ago, you couldn’t help but flush at his words. He would be using that knowledge to tease you no doubt. Burying your face into his chest, you heard him chuckle and the gentle kiss press against your head.

“Come on, Princess, lets go back to our rooms. I’ll run you a nice bath and we can have a soak” Boba offered, running his palms up and down your arms.

“That’ll be nice. Can you pass me my dress then? I don’t feel like giving your staff a show” you hummed, pulling back to press a kiss to his chin.

“I think they already heard it” he smirked, reaching for your dress to hand it over to you, and picking up his helmet at the same time. Your eyes widened at the way your arousal was streaked down it. “Hmm, I’m never cleaning this again” he remarked, winking at you playfully.

[emi-gelfling]

BobaDin seems to be something of a rarepair in the star wars fandom, but it's one of the most equal-playing fields for a couple in this franchise. Both experienced, dangerous fighters who follow codes of honor and are still recovering from deep personal losses? It's the mandalorian dream ship!

LINK TO SERIES:

[cobbssecondbelt]

Is it too much to ask for Cobb Vanth and Boba Fett standing side by side

[deewithani]

How can anyone not absolutely love this man. I mean, look at this:

Loves animals. Beautiful smile. Has his priorities straight.

Dresses well and understands the importance of quality goods.

Assesses the situation before involving himself.

But will fuck up some Stormtroopers if the opportunity presents itself.

Did I mention he's an animal lover? Plus he appreciates any gift he receives, no matter how small.

And he looks at you like this? Just scrape me up from the puddle I'm laying in, please.

[rexxdjarin]

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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[acatalystrising]

At long last, I am returning with chapter seven of Moth to a Flame! I always wanted to dive back into this story, and I’m happy to say I am already writing chapter eight as we speak! It’s gonna be a good one hehehe. This is still one of my favorite series I’ve written, and I want to finish it as strong as it began. It’s a chunkier chapter, partially to make up for my absence, I hope you all enjoy!

TW: healing from injuries, cannon typical violence, minor character death, mentions of trauma (alluded PTSD), fluff, teasing, foreplay, dom Boba, sub reader.

Also, here’s the link to the masterlist in case you want to re-read the previous chapters to catch up!

Moth to a Flame Chapter Seven

For once, you awoke from a dreamless slumber.

No nightmares jarring you awake with a pounding heart. No bloodied images burning the back of your mind. You felt nearly at peace emerging from sleep…but upon opening your eyes, you yet again found yourself in a strange room.

Except this time, the bed was incredibly soft.

It was much plusher than your own, a luxury you never had afforded. Despite your immediate instinct to panic, your surroundings were strangely welcoming. Peaceful, even. It felt like a dream. A night and day difference from the sterilized durasteel walls of the Imperial shuttle you’d been trapped in.

Clay, earthen walls greeted you instead, framed by shimmering silken curtains that caught in the desert breeze, curling through the air with a delicate grace that drastically contrasted the harshness of Tatooine. Warm notes of sandalwood and amber filled the air, reminding you of Boba’s scent. The suns hung midway in the sky, the blistering afternoon heat appearing to set them even further aflame.

Tatooine. You were back.

Relief blossomed in your chest, and you relaxed, uncurling your fists and taking a deep breath. Your body was stiff, sore from your ordeal, but you’d honestly expected so much worse. A part of you had assumed that you would die in that shuttle by Sterling’s hand. Fate however, clearly had different plans.

Somehow, Boba had found you, and had brought you back home.

Home…

“Let’s go home.”

You remembered what he’d said before he’d carried you away from the ghosts of your past. He must have taken you to the palace. The architecture spoke of wealth and prestige, something you rarely saw in the Outer Rim. Oddly, you felt no fear at the prospect, but it did leave you with a question.

What would your future look like now?

Your gaze wandered the expansive room, lingering on a large bacta tank near the center, before sweeping to the other side of the bed…finding Boba Fett sitting in a chair across from you, fast asleep.

He was still donned in his armor, and his helmet sat at his feet - allowing you to make a most profound realization.

The Daimyo of Tatooine looked absolutely breathtaking when he finally rested.

The hard planes of his face were somehow softer, lips in less of a frown, brows not so heavily furled. His scars were the same, not that such a thing could ever bother you - considering that you found them striking - but there was a softness to him that you hadn’t seen when he was awake. Granted, you couldn’t call it peaceful. You saw the tension in his jaw, the way his eyelids were pressed shut, in the subconscious twitch of his lip. You wagered he’d wake at the softest sound, the life of a hunter never forgotten.

You wanted to help him find peace, if such a thing were even possible. That was, if he still wanted you.

Would he try to push you away after what happened? You remembered the hesitation that flooded his gaze once the ferocity left, leaving a fearful pause in its wake. He’d been afraid…afraid you’d fear him. That you’d no longer love him.

But did he actually know you loved him?

Did he know that when he killed to defend you, he was bringing your abuser to justice? Did he realize exactly how much that meant to you? He’d protected you, defended your honor, and ensured you’d never be touched by that vile man again. In a way, Boba had freed you from the last connections to your past, allowing you to finally forge a new future.

You had to tell him.

You shifted, turning to your side with a grimace so you were facing him, the covers rustling over you as you did so. Surely that would be enough…

Boba’s eyes snapped open, immediately finding yours.

Relief blossomed in his amber gaze, followed by a warmth that made your heart sing. There was undeniable love there - you saw it. Felt it in the way he looked at you. Devotion too, something that was entirely foreign to you. It made the warmth in your chest rise to a near blaze, the desire to voice your thoughts all the more urgent. When he spoke your name, it was a mere whisper, near reverent.

“Mesh’la,” his voice was lacking the usual roughness, instead it was soft, hesitant, as if he was awaiting your reaction. “You’re safe…”

“Boba,” you tried to speak, wincing when a sharp pain jabbed down your throat. Confusion flooded your chest, and you frowned, trying your best to push through it, determination driving every syllable. “I…”

“Careful, little one,” he swiftly stood, moving to your side, the hesitation seemingly gone. His dark brows lowered, concentration and concern flickering in his gaze. “The bacta is still healing your wounds. Should recover soon.”

In any other situation, seeing him looming over you, donned in full armor, while you were lying in bed, would have been a major turn on. It still was, you noted, not ignorant of the heat that crept up your neck and to your cheeks. But your injuries…exactly how badly wounded were you?

You lifted a tentative hand to your neck, feeling the bandages wrapped over your skin. They were fresh, keeping the bacta flush with your skin, letting it do its healing work. Oh, that was right…you’d yet again been subjected to those hellish Imperial devices…you closed your eyes, swallowing hard. Images of the sterile, soulless rooms and pale walls sent a shudder down your spine, but you shook your head, reminding yourself that you weren’t there. That you’d never be there again.

“Easy there,” a thumb brushed your cheek, and you opened your eyes, finding Boba’s gaze on you, a concerned but caring softness waiting. You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his fingers grounding you to this new reality. “They won’t hurt you ever again. I promise.”

You nodded, a sigh rushing from your lips when his thumb caressed your jaw. The simple gesture nearly moved you to tears - the same hands that spilled blood and ended lives now cradled you with more gentleness than you’d ever known.

“My brave, sweet girl.” He watched you with unbridled admiration, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, eyes never looking away. You leaned into him, a hand hooking to his chest plate, wanting to feel him close.

“This alright?” His words rumbled through you as much as you heard them, and you nodded, clinging to him tighter. He chuckled when you shifted as much as your pain would allow, your head resting in his lap. He raised a knee to prop you up against, and you relaxed against his solid frame.

“I…” you swallowed, taking a deep breath. He fell silent, waiting, giving you all the space you needed to speak. It was refreshing, to have someone be patient. To give you all the time in the world. “I need…to tell you something.”

The briefest hint of a shadow passed through his gaze, so fast you might not have seen it, had you not been paying attention. But you always did, just as much as he.

Was he afraid you’d reject him?

Despite whatever fears were running through his mind, he simply nodded, remaining silent, still waiting. Perhaps he felt it was best this way, to allow you the space and freedom to let him down easy. But that was exactly the opposite of the truth.

“You’ve…been more than I’ve ever known. Protected me. Saved me. You’re,” you softly cleared your throat, and he lifted a glass of water to your hands. You gratefully drank, handing it back to him once you’d finished. “Everything I’ve ever dreamed for, but never thought I’d find. I…love you, Boba. I’ve been afraid. Afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, but…I’m not afraid anymore.”

Boba’s entire expression shifted from one of worry and masked apprehension to shock, then elation. His brows lifted, plush lips parting ever so slightly. Maker, he looked divine. You’d never wanted to kiss him more than now, in this moment.

“You…really mean that?” There it was, the rough gravel in his tone, soothing your nerves and sending warmth to your very bones.

“I do,” you smiled up at him, hoping he felt your sincerity in every word. “I mean it with all my heart.”

“Oh, sweet girl, that’s good,” his voice grew even huskier as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his warm breath washing over your skin. “Because I love you too. Don’t ever wanna let you go.”

“I’m yours, Boba,” your blinked back tears, happy ones, for once, craving his presence, his closeness. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Ad’ika, I’m forever yours,” he pressed another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, making his way closer to your lips. “Thought I’d lost you.”

“I knew you’d find me,” you gasped when he pressed a kiss to your pulse point. “I always believed…”

“Of course I’d find you, babygirl,” he kissed your jawline, resuming his journey to your lips. “Always will.”

When he kissed you, it was slow, reverent, all encompassing. You leaned into the kiss, breath snagged from your chest as he took control, cradling your head in his hands. He deepened the kiss, and it became more hungry, nearly desperate, as if he was showing you all of what he wanted to say. His fingers loosely gripped your hair, careful to mind your injuries, leaning even closer to gently hold you against him.

When you both finally parted, you were a panting mess, heart pounding, eyes wide. Damn, you’d missed him.

He went to shift away, and you whimpered, too desperate for his closeness to be ashamed. He chuckled, looking down at you with a smirk and a raised brow.

“Boba, I need-“

“Rest.” His tone grew firm, still layered with fondness, the twinkle in his eyes never dimming. “You need rest. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

You couldn’t help but love the subtle dominance in his words and actions, the comforting yet solid way he guided you. The promise of the future, a future you’d never known was possible. It was new, so different from what you’d known, but kriff, you loved it. So, you simply nodded, trying your best to save your voice.

“Good girl,” his rumbled praise sent heat spiraling to your core, and you swallowed, gripping him tighter.

Good girl.

Kriffing Maker above, that was hot. And here he was telling you to rest? A furious blush crept to your cheeks, and you knew he saw. Could tell by the gleam in his eyes that clearly showed he did indeed notice, and absolutely was cataloging that information for the future.

“Can you…” you took a breath, finding yourself wishing you could will your body to heal by sheer determination alone. “Can you lay with me? I want…”

“I’ll hold you, little one,” he chuckled, giving you another kiss. “Gotta take this armor off, okay?”

You nodded, and he helped you shift back so your head was resting on the pillow again. You watched as he removed every piece of beskar, mesmerized as the man emerged from the shield that protected him from the world. It was an intimate experience, knowing that he felt safe enough with you to do so, a treasure you’d never take for granted.

When he settled under the covers beside you, the bed depressing from his weight, you snuggled closer, unashamed of seeking out his presence. You were rewarded by another warm chuckle, so very close to you, as his strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you close to his broad chest.

“I love you, ad’ika,” his voice was soft behind you, his fingers gently caressing you, lulling you to sleep. “Always.”

“I love you too,” you snuggled closer against him, and his arms held you just a bit tighter, as much as your injuries would allow. “So, so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling so warm, so safe, it nearly brought you to tears.

You were finally, at long last, home.

-

“You sure that thing isn’t gonna bite your fingers off?”

You glanced up from the nexu cub splayed in your lap at Fennec, who leaned against your kitchen counter. What was it with these bounty hunters lounging against your furniture? Not that you truthfully were complaining.

“She’s trained, don’t worry.” You shot at smirk at the assassin, gesturing at the ball of fur and teeth currently trying to steal your new necklace. “Didn’t take you for a cat hater, Fen.”

“I don’t hate cats.” She smirked, leaning against the wall with a sigh. “I hate getting bitten. Or scratched. Not my thing.”

You were about to issue a reply when a new voice interjected from behind Fennec.

“Discussing preferences, hmm? Stars help me if you two have already descended to ‘girl talk’.”

Boba’s familiar rasp made your heart leap, and you couldn’t wipe the dumb smile from your face when he stepped around Fennec, helmet tucked at his side. His eyes found yours, a playful gleam twinkling there, and you dipped your head in a blush.

“Well now that you’re back, I’ll leave the ‘babysitting’ to you.” Fennec headed toward the door, shooting a smile back at you. “Don’t get captured again, you still owe me a drink. And you’d better visit that rancor, he misses you like crazy.”

You laughed as she exited, gaze shifting back to Boba in all his armored glory. Damn, he looked so good in his beskar. You’d never get enough of it. The sheer power he exuded alone was enough to make your head spin.

“Glad you’re still in one piece, princess,” he allowed a smile to curve his lips, before turning his gaze to sweep your living room. “Though I would prefer for everyone to be at the palace.”

Oh, you knew what he was implying. Boba had been so focused on your recovery as of late, that ensuring you were rested and healing was his priority. His protectiveness simply made your heart melt.

“Don’t worry, Fennec’s been the best body guard. I will, I just have to get them ready for the trip,” you scratched the nexu’s chin, grinning when she purred and leaned into your touch. “Not to worry. I’ll have everything packed and-“

Boba chuckled with a distinctly dark cadence, stepping forward until he was towering over your seated figure.

“Don’t play coy with me, little one, you’re not moving anything.” He met your gaze with a gentle, yet firm, smile. “You need your rest. I’ll oversee the transportation myself.”

Healing, it turned out, took an agonizingly long time when all you wanted to do was to feel Boba’s hands on you.

It was nearly shameful, you thought, how often your mind locked on every lingering glance, every touch, every word spoken softly in the dark. It was enough to drive someone mad.

“Of course, my daimyo,” you made a dramatic show of a bow, as much as you could in your seated position, grateful you’d healed enough for the motion. You even dared to shoot him a wink. “I won’t move a muscle.”

“Don’t be a brat,” a sharp smile curved the corner of his lip, something altogether dangerous darkening his gaze. “Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

There it was again.

Ever since he learned how much those two words affected you, he’d slip them into conversation when applicable, which just happened to be frequent enough to keep you in a constant state of desperation.

But judging by the sharpness of his expression, those amber eyes locked on you like a Vratixan blood eagle’s, there’d be no loophole in his orders. At the end of the day, he was the daimyo. The master hunter. And while you trusted him with your very breath, you never could forget who he was. Who he always would be. The deadliest and most powerful man, the stars at his fingertips - soft only for you.

And you were happily in his clutches.

“I…yes, sir,” you were nearly breathless when you finally spoke, dipping your head into the nexu’s fur in an attempt to mask your burning cheeks. “I’ll rest. I’m finally starting to feel more like myself again.”

“So my princess does have manners.” Boba knelt before you, a gloved hand reaching forward and lifting your chin to meet his probing gaze, grip gentle yet firm. “Good. Let’s get you back home. I’ll handle everything here.”

Home.

You were still getting used to that word. Because in truth, the home Boba spoke of wasn’t simply a new place you lived, but a person in which you felt at peace.

Boba had, in so many ways, proven your doubts and fears wrong time after time. He made a choice that none before him ever could.

He chose to stay.

-

“It’s only been a week, and you’re already bouncing off the walls.” Fennec lounged on one of Boba’s chairs, feet kicked up. She honestly looked a tad ridiculous, but you kept that thought to yourself…for now. “I don’t know how he managed to keep you bedridden for five days.”

You thought back to all of the tender moments, the concerned glances, the sweet words and care Boba had extended to you, and smiled.

It was both strange and sweet, really, to have someone of his strength and reputation doting over you. But you didn’t mind, the attention wasn’t unwelcome, merely something you were learning to accept. And ever since you both had admitted your feelings, there had certainly been a shift between you.

You thought he’d flirted and shown interest plenty before, but now?

There was a certain softness, yet protectiveness, dare you say possessiveness, in his words and deeds that simply made you swoon.

He held you every night, and caressed you every morning when you awoke.

“I gave him a run for his money, don’t worry.” You smirked and ran your fingers through your hair, noting with a smirk that it finally had regained its healthy sheen. “But he was insistent, as always. You know how he is.”

“Don’t I.” Fennec smirked and shot you a wink. You couldn’t help but smile. “Someone’s been getting her beauty sleep.”

You gazed at your reflection on the mirror, and smoothed a wrinkle on the flattering dress, a gift he’d bought you that had caught your eye. Black with curling dark green vines, it would match his armor perfectly. You did a quick spin, and couldn’t help but smile.

You looked stronger now. Healthier, more glow to your cheeks and life in your eyes. The bacta patches were gone, and even though there were fresh scars overlapping with your previous ones, the wounds were finally healed. You felt pretty in the dress, and despite the fact that your profession rarely called for them, it was a welcome change.

Boba had ensured your animals were given the upmost care, tended to by his best. You couldn’t wait to see them again, but for now, as you were just getting back on your feet, you allowed a moment to breathe.

“Something like that,” you turned to face her, finally feeling ready. Your rest had paid off, but you didn’t want to sit around any longer.

“I take it you want to see him?” Fennec stood, slinging her rifle over her shoulder.

“I would,” you smirked at her, inwardly relived you both got along so well. “I assume he’s working?”

“He’s holding court,” Fennec turned to usher you out, glancing back at you with a grin. “Don’t worry, your visit would make his day.”

-

The throne room was so crowded you nearly second guessed entering, panic locking your steps, but Fennec would hear none of it, confidently walking forward like she owned the place.

You both slipped through the back entrance to avoid the majority of the throng, and for safety measures of course, silent as Boba’s voice carried through the cavernous space.

You didn’t see him yet, only the stone back of the throne, but you could observe the bounty hunter standing before him. The man was thin and sheepish looking. Young. Even from your distance, you could tell he was angrily trying to make an appeal to the daimyo.

But that wasn’t what caught your attention.

Growing up, you’d heard horrific stories of Jabba’s palace. Tales of cruelty and debauchery that far surpassed any reason. Every local knew these stories, were warned that entering that throne room meant death. And sometimes…a fate far worse. Anxiety corded its way up your throat as you felt eyes falling upon you, and you folded your arms in front of your chest, immediately regretting your choice of clothing.

Fennec seemed to pay this no mind, gesturing for you to follow.

You did so, a slight tremor in your step, as you both slid to the far wall. Despite your residual fear, you reminded yourself that Jabba did not hold power now - Boba did. And you knew your lover would protect you, no matter what. You also were with Fennec, and fully capable of defending yourself. You would be alright. You took a deep breath and walked with confidence, head held high, gaze sweeping the room.

As you both made your way to the back, where you’d be out of the crowd’s sight, the man spoke, thin voice rattling against the stone walls.

“Who gave you the right, oh ‘mighty’ daimyo, to tell us what to do?” The bounty hunter was enraged, face flushed, hand dripping to his blaster. “You’re out of your prime, old man. Plenty of us could take you down. What gives you the right to rule over us?”

The room fell so deathly silent, one could hear a pin drop, tension hovering in the air. Your gaze was finally pulled to Boba, as if gravity itself demanded your rapt attention.

You swore to the stars your knees all but gave out on the spot. Cheeks furiously burning, you leaned your weight against the wall, eyes glued to the green armored man who held his court like a king.

You’d never seen such power on display.

Boba Fett sat upon the carved throne with a regal countenance and equally a relaxed confidence - sprawled like the very world was his footstool. His relaxed posture didn’t fool you, though, you knew he was too tactful. Too calculating. And right now, his T-visored helm was focused on the lesser hunter before him, the angle harsh and predatory, torchlight flaring on the beskar like shattered glass.

Your gaze dropped to his spread thighs, and altogether improper thoughts flooded your mind. You blinked, biting your bottom lip, heat settling between your legs as he shifted, muscles rippling underneath beskar and cloth, fingers tapping a steady cadence on the throne’s armrest.

Kriffing hells, that had no right being so hot.

Movement next to you broke your concentration, and you frowned as Fennec lifted her rifle’s scope to her eye.

“We should be able to hunt who we want. Sell spice if we please.” The hunter was still going, clearly unaware that he was spelling his doom. “And I-“

“Take it, then.” Boba’s voice rolled like the thunder before a devastating storm. His helm tilted to the left, and he raised a gloved hand, gesturing at the throne. “Think you’re worthy? See where it gets you.”

The man finally fell silent, fidgeting in place, hand dangerously close to his blaster. But he didn’t attack. You swore you saw the hunter’s face turn several shades paler when Boba unholstered one of his own blasters…laying it on the seat beside him.

The younger man still did nothing but gape, clearly expecting a trap, unsure of what to do.

“Admit your bluff. Walk away.” Boba still hadn’t moved, a nearly amused tone lilting in his voice. “And I’ll let you off with a warning.”

You knew that tone. The predator toying with his prey, giving him one final chance. It was hot. It wasn’t fair. But you weren’t so mindlessly turned on to not drop your hand to your own weapon, just in case.

The movement happened so fast you didn’t have the time to blink.

One second the man was lunging for the throne, blaster pointed at Boba…the next, he was dead before he struck the ground, a hole charred between his eyes.

Smoke curled from the barrel of Boba’s second blaster, wafting about him as he leaned back against the throne.

“Anyone else?”

Heads shook, feet shuffled away, and murmurs of shock rippled through the crowd. Not a single soul dared to raise another challenge. You watched him, unable to stop the smile from creeping to your face, as a pride for your daimyo filled your chest.

The dualities of Boba Fett were a myriad.

His helmet flicked toward you, and you felt as if your breath was caught in your throat. You were captured in his gaze, the weight of it nearly pinning you to the wall from the intensity you knew was burning in the eyes hidden behind the beskar.

“Good. As long as I am daimyo, spice has no place here.” He jerked his helmet toward the exit, gesturing at the crowd. “You’re all dismissed.”

The crowd quickly dispersed, needing no further bidding. They exited with whispers and silence, and soon, you and Fennec were the only two who remained.

“Fennec. Ensure everyone leaves the gates.” Boba hadn’t moved, still seated on the throne in all his glory. “I’ll not be disturbed.”

“Got it, boss.” Fennec needed no further bidding, shooting you a wink before lurking off into the darkness.

Silence fell so heavy, the tension so thick, you could’ve cut it with a vibroblade.

Boba was still watching you, helmet tilted slightly to the side, fingers ever so patiently tapping his thigh. You swallowed, transfixed under his gaze, nearly holding your breath with anticipation.

“Come here, little one.” His voiced rumbled through you, sending shivers down your spine. “No more hiding in the shadows.”

Your body moved to obey before your mind could fully catch up, heart hammering in your chest as you crossed the sandy floor, approaching your king. You stopped before the throne, toes bumping against the steps, regarding him with unbridled awe - dryly swallowing when he shifted his thighs further apart.

“I’ll not be kept waiting, mesh’la.” Boba patted his thigh, a teasing tone rolling through his voice. “Be a good girl.”

Kriff. You wanted nothing more than to be just that here, in this moment. You ascended the steps, gaze locked on his, furiously flushing when his hand rested against your hips, guiding you onto his lap.

“Isn’t that better, princess?” His voice was impossibly husky in your ear, rasping through the vocoder of the helmet he still donned. “Sure look like one in this dress.”

If you weren’t blushing enough before, you surely were now, pressed flush against him, dress riding far too high to be appropriate, his praise ringing in your ears.

“I…thank you, Boba,” you dared to lean forward, pressing a kiss to his visor. “I missed you.”

The way the man audibly growled at your gesture made your knees go weak. He caressed your back with effortless gentleness, even as he held you tight.

“Didn’t want to scare you. But,” he shook his head, a sigh crackling through the vocoder. “Can’t afford another coup attempt.”

“You didn’t scare me,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Trust me. Scared is not how that makes me feel.”

Boba stilled beneath you, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shit, karking dammit.

You hadn’t meant to say the last part aloud.

“And how does it make you feel, ad’ika?” His hand roved from your back to your side, then settling at your hip. “You can tell me.”

“I…” you dipped your head toward his armored chest, cheeks furiously burning. “I mean…”

“Is my little princess struggling for her words?” Boba made a tisking noise, his other hand hooking your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his hidden one. “Poor thing.”

Kriffing hell.

The man knew what he was doing to you. There was no doubt. You swallowed hard, all too aware of his closeness, heat coiling between your legs. Your current position reminded you of the last time you were in his lap, held in his clutches, desperate and wanting. You remembered his promises all too well - and you also knew he was a man of his word.

“Gods, Boba,” you knew your face was redder than the blood red accents of his armor, and given his hold on you, you only flushed further. “I…need you. Please. I’ve been good. I’ve been healing, I-“

“Easy there, little one,” Boba’s voice was surprisingly reassuring as his thumb caressed his cheek. “I’ll give you want you want. But first, I need to know.”

Know what? You frowned ever so slightly, but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Boba lifted a hand to his helmet and swiftly removed it, revealing the absolutely dark and hungry amber gaze you knew it was masking all along. You felt nearly boneless, even though he hadn’t done anything…yet.

“Are you ready to take this step with me? No shame if you need more time.” Boba’s face locked on you in complete seriousness, gauging your reaction. “There’s no wrong answer. Want to ensure you’re safe.”

Oh, if your heart could melt any further than it already had for him, it would. Tears risked welling in your eyes so you blinked them away, leaning into his embrace.

“Boba, you make me feel safe. I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you.” You let his gaze, lips hovering oh so close to his, as he watched you with rapt attention and a masterfully restrained hunger. “I want this. With you. You alone.”

“I’m not like those boys who couldn’t handle you, mesh’la,” his hand cupped your face, fingers gently caressing your cheek. “My love is a hunger.”

Oh, you knew. You knew exactly what you signed up for. You couldn’t help but grin.

“Then I’ll be consumed.” You bravely met his gaze, quirking a smile. “I can’t think of a better fate.”

Something altogether wild flashed in his eyes, both a warning sign and a lighthouse beacon all at once. His teeth flashed in the dark like fangs, gaze gentle but commanding as a smile curved his plush lips.

“So be it.”

You whimpered, unable to stop yourself from crashing your lips against his. You were so overcome with love, adoration, and lust all at once - demanding for you to take the initiative.

Boba let you, returning your kiss with a sly grin. He allowed you to lead. For a moment. But then you felt his gloved hand wrap around your throat, just firmly enough to hold you in place. He tilted your chin up and took over - not rough. Not violent.

Just final.

Like a king reclaiming his rightful throne. The king you always knew he was.

Your Boba.

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 10 / THE LESSON

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Boba Fett x f!reader 8k words Teaching new members of staff a few cleaning lessons, but shortly you're the one taught a few lessons Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: degradation, bratty reader/brat tamer Boba, helmet stays on, hair pulling, spanking, rough Boba, slight fingering, pretty much naked reader and clothed Boba, orgasm denial, choking, bit of overstimulation, oral (m receive), cum eating, biting Mando'a translations: ad'ika - little one cyar'ika -darling/sweetheart mesh'la - beautiful

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Fennec and you stayed a little longer with Garsa before you decided to head back to Palace before it got too late. You almost didn't want to leave her, this protective side about her wanting to come out, knowing damn well she can look after herself and better then you could for her, but it still felt wrong leaving her.

Whilst you exited the hospital you felt some weight lift off your shoulders, just knowing her state.

''She's in good hands you know? Ironically the guy who helped with her mods is the same one Boba brought me to when he found me, he has a talent'' Fennec reassures you.

You smile at her and say ''well that's nice to know then, at least you can match with her now'' winking at the end as you climb onto the back on bike. Fennec just blinked and shook her head slightly laughing.

As she settled herself onto the bike, she grabbed your arms to get you to hold onto her as she smirks ''you know I can get what makes Fett intrigued about you.'' Before you can reply she starts the bike and you two ride back to the Palace.

The rest of the journey was quiet, the wind in both of your ears too loud to hear each other anyway, honestly though you couldn't wait to get back and just relax before your shift later. You were meeting most of the new kitchen and cleaning staff later, again some completely new who took work after what happened in Mos Espa and some being old colleagues who were obviously in need of a new job.

You were semi nervous, especially about ex colleagues, what would they think of you? You were scared to tell them what to do or help them in anyway in-case they turned their noses at you.

Best you could do now was to just breath and not worry, for all you know it could go fine.

By the time you two get the back the first sun was starting the reach the planets edge, the evening slowly pulling in. Fennec heads towards the throne room as you head back to your room. Once you reach it you sit on the couch and let a deep sigh out.

Seeing how Mos Espa was recovering from the battle was a huge relief, knowing it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Obviously minus the state of the Sanctuary, but you were yet to see it. You did consider asking Fennec to take you there but you knew it wouldn't be worth the heartache.

Without you noticing tears had started to build up in your eyes, probably due to how overwhelming today was, and probably still will be. You allow them to fall freely, letting your body sit in the mix of emotions.

You think about how if it hadn't been for Boba's job offer and Garsa pushing you then you would've been in that blast. Maker knows what your fate could have been, you more then likely would've been working that night. Yet thanks to them you weren't, you were home.

Home.

A place that never feels right, like obviously this place was your home now, this room was yours. But it wasn't. It was a place to live inside someone else's home, but by that logic so was your old place, the only difference here is you don't have to pay Boba rent unlike you did with your small apartment.

But still, was this really your home? There was no plan to to stay here forever, it was just a job, but there was also no plan to leave and find a 'home'.

One thing you knew for sure is this isn't your home planet, you might consider places a home but none of it is really home.

You close your eyes and imagine the smell of the cakes your mother would bake, they were always super sweet, the kind where your stomach would hurt afterwards but yet you'd always grab another slice. You imagine the sound of the kids playing in the fields behind the rows of houses, finding whatever they could to play with, hearing the contagious laughter that could be heard for miles. You imagine the images of parties that lasted a few weeks after the Empire fell, the smiles on peoples faces, the joy that was felt throughout.

You imagine the good that was there, the only real happiness that lasted a few weeks. When you were free.

The tears weren't even coming anymore, you'd shed all your tears about home, the heartbreak and mourning will forever be there but you'd wept away your tears over the years. The weeks alone in small shelters, quietly and alone, the cries only getting louder and messier when you lived in your apartment.

But now, it was rare to cry over home. It was only when war tried to break out here those emotions came back in that way, but that was more mixed with fear and horror than sadness and mourning.

Trying to take a steady breath in as you wiped your face and slowly opened your eyes, you knew now that it was safer.

Carrying yourself to the bathroom, running a cloth under the cold water to wipe your face down, staring at your reflection and shaking your head back at yourself. You needed to fix yourself up before you headed to your shift, which you didn't notice until you reached your holopad was starting in fifteen minutes; how long did you let yourself live in your head?

So you quickly change your top to make sure your neck was covered and fix your face up. Trying to keep all nervous down, there's nothing to stress over.

When you're ready you leave to the kitchen, as you go to turn the corner you almost walked straight into something silver. Managing to stop yourself and step back you realise it was the chest of the Mandalorian. ''Sorry, I didn't hear you coming'' you half laugh. He was carrying the kid in his arms, almost looking sad.

''It's quite alright'' Din replied. He must have caught the slight concern on your face looking at Grogu, ''he's not very happy to be leaving.''

Oh yeah, he did say last night they were going.

''I've been trying to leave since this morning, but he was acting too stubborn and Boba insisted we stay for some food and let the kid see the rancor one more time'' he adds, almost sounding exhausted. 

You gently reach your hand out and stroke Grogu's head as you say to the kid ''I'm sure your dad will bring you back again to let you play with it.'' His big ears turn a bit as he coos at you, giving him a soft smile in return.

Moving your hand off his head before looking right into Din's visor, clueless where his gaze was, damn he was harder to read then Boba. But then again you've not seen the helmet off him, does he not remove it? That would make sense why it's more difficult, like he's made his body adapt to be hidden under there.

''Well I best let you go'' you smile at him, ''have a safe journey to whatever you're heading.''

Din nods and replies ''thank you, I hope our paths cross again.'' His voice sounded so soft, so genuine. He did seem like the type of man who seems tough and blank, but deep down is a sweet and gentle man, just forced to be hidden away.

Similar to Boba but different.

They pass you, Grogu making some different noises in his arms before they disappear into the garage. A soft, small smile crawls onto your face before you turn back to the kitchen. 

The closer you get the more chatter you start to hear, there seemed to be a few people already in there, waiting for you. When you met Fennec this morning she informed you about how you were to help the new staff, to tell them what was going on in there. They did a shift last night and this morning but apparently when she popped her head in it was a mess, she needed you to help manage it.

So you once again take a deep breath in and walk in. A few heads turn, the ones that didn't ended their conversations and turned to you. All eyes on you. 

There was 7 people in here, more then what was probably needed right now, but overall that would be good for the three cleaning shifts.

''H-hello, nice to see some of you again'' you nervously smile. There were 4 of them who worked at the Sanctuary, luckily you had no issues with them previously so hopefully it'll be smooth with them. ''It's, eh, pretty simple where most things are in here, it's only been me for the last few weeks so I've kept it all easy to access and find'' you make a half nervous laugh.

Everyone is still silent, just staring at you.

''Anyway, erm... most things are where you can imagine and if you can't find it then just ask me. Oh, and the sink has a bit of a kick to it sometimes'' you move towards it and point to this like small leaver near the back ''you've got to wiggle this, depending on how it's playing up you've got to force it down, but it's usually not too bad.''

''That makes more sense, this morning it was refusing to let any hot water out for about 20 minutes'' one of the new men said, he looked like he was maybe in his late 20's, blonde hair tied up into a bun.

''Oh yeah it can also do that, the whole system really needs redoing, I doubt it's been changed since Jabba's rule. I best bring it up to Bo- Lord Fett'' you reply, annoyed at yourself for slipping up. You needed to remember now you can't keep calling him Boba outside of the bedroom, it would be unprofessional and you didn't want to be the gossip.

You went over the other small kinks in the kitchen and how to quickly sort out anything when it decides to stop working, and thankfully you didn't feel like any of them were getting annoyed or looking down at you.

After you went through all that you got to know the new colleagues. Two of them decided to work here as they felt a lot of gratitude to Boba and wanted to thank him in anyway they could so he offered them jobs, there were a few people apparently in similar situations now scattered around the Palace. The other new one was someone who's place of work was badly damaged in the battle, so as an apology Boba offered her a role here, you believe it's temporary until her old work place is fixed but if she wishes to stay she can.

Obviously all your old work colleagues were all in the same boat, Boba and Fennec offered everyone there jobs apparently, as they believe it was their own faults the Sanctuary was destroyed. You can't tell if these 4 agreed with that statement or not, you couldn't fully blame them if they did, but if they knew as much as you did with how much Boba was trying to prevent it then maybe they'd have a different outlook, but that wasn't your place to do so.

Once the introductions were all done and you explained the kitchen to them it seemed the dinner plates started rolling in for cleaning. It was ten times easier now with a team, it would take some time getting used to there being so many people in here at once, but the stress was already falling off you. 

It was going to be odd not doing this all on your own now, not having to rush around as much and be able to finish earlier, you're somewhat going to miss it. Miss being able to let your thoughts run as you worked, but that wasn't always a good thing.

You hear your name and you turn around as one of your old colleagues, Chase, seemed to be fighting with the sink. You put down the glass in your hand and head over, ''okay hold the leaver'' you say as shove a long stick down the plug, ''now pull it towards you'' and as he does you feel the stick be pulled down meaning it cleared itself.

Maker it was so much easier with someone else to sort this issue, doing this on your own was always a nightmare.

''Now let go of it'' as he does you pull the stick out and the sink goes quiet, meaning it sorted itself back out. You turn and smile at him ''not as good as the old days.'' He just nods and half smiles back, he was only a couple years older then you, he started in the Sanctuary a few months after you and it was you who had to train him. So doing this felt oddly nostalgic.

Thankfully the rest of the evening went smoothly, no other issues.

''So is there a rota or something? How do we know who's in in the morning?'' Maro said, the one with the blonde hair in the bun.

''Oh... I actually don't know, erm'' you reply. Was this down to you to sort now? No one informed you on any of this. Fennec only told you that you needed to help them, not that you were almost in charge. ''I'll find out how this is going to go ahead in the future, but is there anyone who would rather work tomorrow morning then tomorrow evening?'' you ask, figuring this was the best solution for now.

You managed to sort out a rough schedule for tomorrow and also the following day, you'll have to speak to Boba or Fennec about this all to know what the go-ahead was.

The 8 of you all walked out together, heading towards the garage. Which is when you found out two of the new ones and Chase were actually moving into the Palace over the next week. Mainly due to the same reason you did, lack of transport. Which did make you feel less awkwardly living here, that more staff were starting too, so you wonder if anyone else was from other work sectors in the Palace.

You wish them all a safe journey home, seeing some of them on the lunch shift and evening shift tomorrow.

A small yawn escapes you as you turn to head back to your room, but before you even get the chance you hear your name be called. It was the first time today you'd heard his voice, granted it sounded like it was under his helmet, but you hadn't seen him at all today.

Slowly turning around towards him with a sweet smile on your face as you say ''yes, my Lord?'' He was slowly walking towards you, you just waiting in place for him to get closer, the corridors being empty right now. Only you two there.

As he got closer he made a small groan as he said '''my Lord'? What has got you being all proper tonight?'' You knew he enjoyed you giving him titles, ever since the night you met him and called him 'sir', the way he had hummed like he was wanting you to call him that. In any context he could get.

''What am I not allowed to be professional? Considering you basically had me become the manager of the cleaning kitchen staff without a heads up'' you replied, being a bit cocky.

''Is that a bit of attitude coming from that sweet mouth?'' his posture tightening up a bit as you could feel his gaze burn through the helmet, clearly looking down at you. His gloved hand gently grazing over your cheek, ''I would of thought you would be delighted to see me after a long day'' a hint of teasing was in his voice as he spoke.

You half smirked as you replied ''well who's the one who made my day long?''

His hand gripped your cheeks between his thumb and index finger, making your gaze line up with his helmet, he tutted before he mumbled ''ad'ika''. The other hand reaching up and holding your upper arm tightly, letting go of your face before dragging you to your room.

Mentally you were screaming, you had a feeling you knew where this was going to go, know what he probably will do. Yet you were internally giggling, the thought of some sort of punishment shouldn't excite you and yet you were almost wanting to lead him to your room.

He swiftly pulled his card out and unlocked your door, ''you have 5 seconds to get in front of your bed on your knees.''

You felt your stomach flutter and your core heat up, you contemplated not doing as he asked, but you knew it would be just as fun to do as instructed. So you rushed yourself over to the end of your bed, turning back around to face him and kneeling down, your palms flat on your thighs, waiting.

Boba made a slight groan as he headed towards you ''good girl'' his tone sounding sweet on the top, but was layered in dominance. 

Once he was right in front of you, he lightly grabbed your cheek, glaring at you through the helmet, as he asked ''so, I shall ask again, was that attitude coming from you?''

''And again, you made my day long. You gave me zero heads up, made me in charge of the cleaning with no warning. I feel my attitude was justified'' you almost smirk, whilst you tried to gather where his eyes must be under the visor. The grip on your cheek tightens as you carry on, ''I see this as more your problem than mine.''

A dark chuckle leaves him, your smirk flinching. 

''Oh cyar'ika, I'm about to fuck this attitude out of you.''

You swallow heavily, feeling your underwear start to stick to you. You knew whatever was about to follow you may regret, but also never forget.

His hand moves from your cheek and onto your throat, adding slight pressure as he bent over so his helmet was face to face with you. Your now short and cutting breath leaving a slight fog on the visor, once again searching for his invisible eyes. ''It seems like you're not the only one will be doing the teachings today then'' his voice almost flat, so serious and almost a lack of a smirk.

A shaky moan escapes as he tightens his hand for a moment, before releasing you. Then both of his hands hook under your arms before your turned around and he forces you to bend over your bed, your ass high in the air. You feel his arms snake around your waist and undoing your pants, yanking them down to your ankles in seconds. The cold gloved hand running over your warm ass cheek, you were awaiting the smack, knowing.

''I want to hear you count after each one, and I do not want to hear a complain leave you, got that?'' Boba says.

''Yes'' you reply nervously almost, then your head is pulled back a little as his fingers tightened in your hair, a mix of a moan and whimper escaping. 

'''Yes' what?'' his voice so dark.

You try to swallow best you can in this position before replying ''yes, sir.''

With that Boba lets go of your hair, ''good'' is all he says before the first strike is hit. His smack was hard, holding a lot of force behind it. 

''One'' you mutter out, before you know it the second slap comes in, harder than the first. ''Two'' a moan almost wanting to sneak out at the same time. You heard him slightly groan before the third hits, but on your other ass cheek. ''T-three'' you wonder how many he planned to give you. There was no point in asking as he wouldn't tell, you just knew. Plus if you felt you couldn't handle it you knew your safeword, but you felt that wouldn't be necessary.

By the time the eighth one hit, your ass was almost stinging with the edge of your eyes threatening to tear, and your legs wanting to buckle. ''N...nine'' you moan as the next one comes.

''Just one more now'' Boba tells you. You almost want to relax at the idea but you fear the last may be a hard one.

So you almost wait in anticipation, your hands tightening onto your bedsheets. Then the final spank is done, ''t-ten''.

Your ass was on fire, you wouldn't be surprised if all you could see was the outlines of Boba's hands on both cheeks. ''You did so well for me'' he coos as he strokes your cheek, your body flinching in pain, ''awe is my princess sore?''

A shaky breath leaves you before you reply with ''yeah, thanks to you.'' You almost wanted to smirk to yourself but you didn't want him to see, so instead you try to focus on keeping your body steady as it wanted to shake from the pain so badly.

Instantly you feel his hands on your still bruised hips, your body quickly turned around and being forced to lay on your back. However your hips rise as the feeling of your silk cover on your ass was too cold that it almost hurt. You feel the air fill your lungs again due to how quick you were moved, your eyes once again reaching Boba's visor. 

''You are full of it today aren't you?'' his voice almost rumbling as he yanks your shoes off along with your pants from your ankles before he pushed your legs apart to place himself between them, his body leaning over you. ''Let me remind you how I like you, nice and sweet'' a hint of smirk in there, but not like his usual. 

Before you can mange to come up with some quirky reply, both of his hands go to one side of your panties before you hear a rip and feel the cool air on your wet pussy. You can feel what was once your panties material sitting against your body, and you don't even get to react before you feel Boba's cold leather gloves flick your clit. A tiny moan leaves you as two of his fingers travel down and quickly enter your pussy. 

Your pussy was still sore from the two times he fucked you yesterday, but due to how much he had stretched you it made his fingers slide in so much easier already.

He wasn't being slow with his pace either, short and quick breathes and heavy moans falling out your mouth. In some way you were enjoying him being so quick, your day had been so long and tiring so you were happy with the hormones almost calming you. But once your body jolted you had the harsh reminder of your spanked ass, a whine leaving you.

''Awe, can't even enjoy herself properly due to her own fault?'' his voice full of faux sympathy. You just roll your eyes at him as you try to ignore the pain, but then his fingers leave you. Your mouth opens to complain, but before you do his fingers are placed into your mouth as you taste yourself on his glove. ''Don't'' his tone is sharp and strong, your eyes almost opening wide.

The sound of his zip lowering alerts you, then his fingers leave your mouth to what you assume is to help himself out. You lean up on you elbows to watch him, but the whole time his helmet is focused on you, again no idea where his eyes actually are. It almost felt like a dream knowing he was going to fuck you with his whole armour and helmet still on, it was a thought you had yesterday, not thinking it would happen so soon, but maker were you excited. 

Watching as he almost lightly swiped his hand up and down his hard cock, doing the motion a few times before stopping and holding the base, watching as he was starting to line himself up.

Then before you know it your body falls back from the shear force he thrusted into you, you could feel the edge of your pussy throb in pain, another small whine left you as you just felt him go deeper and deeper in. Holding you on his cock.

It felt like you almost couldn't breath, it didn't make sense, but due to how deep he was it was holding your body to stay like this.

''Anything to say now?'' He teases. He knew, he knew you couldn't reply to him right now. Kriff did you want to say something, but as you went to take a breath in to say something it all again just got stuck.

Thankfully though he did start to pull out, not completely, but enough that you could feel the trapped air escape you. All you could do was stare at the damn visor, knowing his eyes are on you somewhere. 

Boba's hands start to wander up your body, slowly pushing your shirt up along with your bra, his fingers slightly pinching your nipples. A quiet moan and a jolt of your body causes a chuckle from him. He moved one hand back down to your hip whilst the other groped your boob, then his hips started slowly moving back and forth, in and out of you.

You were trying to not moan so badly, you didn't wanna give him the satisfaction, didn't want him to 'win'.

His fingers pinch hard on one of your nipples, your pussy tightened around him and you swallowed your moan as best as you could. You knew it must have been annoying him, he was probably smirking under that helmet trying to think of what next to do, trying to make you break.

His thrusts started slowly speeding up, but going deeper with each one. It was getting so hard to be quiet. Then you feel the hand from your hip slowly move down, feeling his thumb slowly circling your clit. A tiny moan jumps out as your legs start to slightly shake either side of him. The pit in your stomach feeling like it was slowly filling, fuck.

''Awe is someone getting a little close?''

Maker his voice behind that helmet will always sound so good, but hearing it during moments like this? You didn't think you'd find it that hot, but he was right, you were close. Him still being fully clothed, helmet included, was such a turn on apparently.

Your pussy was fluttering around him, the release being so close now. You couldn't help the moans anymore, you just let them come out, however still quietly in comparison to how they usually are. Again after the day you've had, you needed this release, some calm for your body.

He didn't seem to slow his pace, getting you so incredibly close, you didn't stop the little ''B-Boba'' that fell out your mouth. Feeling him speed up more from hearing his name, kriff you won't last much longer.

''You right there ad'ika?'' and all you could do was slightly moan and nod your head. It was right there, your pussy starts to tighten around his cock, your breath increasing by the second, your stomach about to drop.

Then it stops, his cock pulled from you quickly. Your eyes fly open, staring at him so confused but also annoyed, ''no, no, please I-I was so close.''

His hand that was on your tit moves up and holds your face, ''shame. Isn't that annoying for you, you poor thing.'' You pull your legs around his hips to try to pull him back in, but he just tuts before his hand slides down onto your throat. ''Don't'' his tone being so serious and strong again.

You try to almost plea with him, making your eyes so soft and 'sorry', just wanting this finish. Needing it. 

''Oh, cyar'ika, that's not going to work. I need to make sure all this attitude is gone from you before I allow you that sweet release'' Boba carries on, he tightens his grip a little so a half moan, half whine leaves you, before he lets go. Each of his hands grab a leg each and he moves them, shutting them, before he moves to your hips and turns your body over. ''Stand'' he orders.

So you do, however his hand goes on your back, he wanted you to stay bent over but just stood over the edge of your bed again. His hand runs down your back and lightly touches your ass, causing your body to jump away from him. You almost hiss at the pain from his touch, you wonder how red your ass must be now.

Thankfully his hand doesn't stay there long, but then you felt him slowly push two fingers into your pussy, you moan and feel the pit in your stomach begging to get closer to drop.

His fingers curl slightly, hitting that spot you needed him to, doing exactly what you wanted. The room was feeling so warm, you were melting under him and just waiting for it now. 

''P...please'' you moan out, so incredibly close now. You hadn't given any attitude since he stopped before, surely he'd let you. Unfortunately his fingers were removed, cutting you off once again. You heavily whine, curling your hand into fits on the bedsheets. ''Fuck you'' you mutter out.

Your face was then shoved into the bed, his hand strong on the back of your neck. You didn't get a chance to react before once again he pushed his cock in, filling you. A groan is muffled into the bedsheets before being followed by heavy moans as he did long and deep strikes into your pussy. 

His hand still holding your neck, his armour rubbing against your ass cheeks, and your pussy fluttering.

''Shut up, it's not getting you anywhere'' he says as he carries on with his hard slams into you. You're moaning into your sheets as he adds ''are you going to behave? You won't be allowed to cum until I know you will.''

Part of you didn't want to stop the attitude as you were still annoyed at the kitchen situation, but the other part of you so badly wanted to cum and relax after the day.

You nod and moan under his grip on your neck.

''Good girl'' Boba says, your pussy almost instantly tights up around him. That pit daring to drop, fuck you just had to wait for him to say you could, you needed him to hurry as you weren't going to last longer. ''You about to cum?'' again all you could do was nod and you gave him a half muffled 'yes' and moan as a reply. ''Cum for me then mesh'la.''

Eyes rolled back as you suffocated his cock, it wasn't even fireworks you saw they were more explosions, being denied twice had your body so alert. Your breathing was uncontrollable as you felt your legs tremble, you even tried to stand on your tip-toes to stay in place, but you couldn't. As Boba's kept rocking in and out of you, all you could hear was the sound of your wet pussy squelching as he did so, his cock probably covered in your cum.

''Fuck'' he groaned as his speed started to pick up, your legs went to crumble so he moved his hand off the back of your neck and pressed on your lower back, causing you to lay on your stomach. 

You couldn't stop moaning, you were just a mess, your body still not finishing coming down, you felt slightly overstimulated from it all.

''Don't tell me you're getting tired already?'' Boba said, his voice full of this faux sympathy again. He didn't even slow down after asking either, knowing full well he knew what he was doing. 

''N-no, I'm okay'' you reassure him, like sure you were getting tried but you weren't finished yet.

He slightly chuckled, almost like he didn't fully believe you, but that didn't stop him. He changed his pace as bit, but still took every second to fill your hole with his thick cock. 

You enjoyed how you felt, so powerless as he fucked you into your mattress. You still couldn't wrap your head around this all still, like what do you mean you're in an almost situationship with the Boba Fett? It baffled you, but you wouldn't trade it for anything else. It also baffled you how he knew exactly what you wanted, it's like he could read your mind and knew what would work every time.

Boba's hands rested on your hips, then started to dig in, making the bruises sting more and probably adding more to them, as he then started to pound hard and heavy into you. The room was full of your moans now, and the pit in your stomach was filling quickly again. Once again, like he could read your mind, Boba asked ''you already getting close again?''

''Y...yeah'' you moaned out, your breath so short and hard to control. 

His pace stayed quick, clearly wanting to get you there, wanting you to finish clearly. You start to wonder how far behind you he must be on his own release. 

Pussy started to clench again, the pit awaiting to drop, wanting to cover his cock again.

''Think you deserve to cum again? You going to stop all your attitude and keep being good for me?'' Boba asks, sounding serious. You knew that if you even gave him a bit of sarcasm he would just keep teasing and denying you.

''Please.. I promise I'll be g-good, just let me cum please sir'' you half slur out, you didn't even care how pathetic you sounded, you just wanted to cum again. 

You knew after this you'd still need to talk to him about the whole kitchen situation, but you'll wait and speak differently.

So Boba believed you and carried on, getting you closer and closer to that drop, pulling your second orgasm to you. Your breathing then gets stuck in your throat, your pussy tightening, you were right there.

''Cum for me'' Boba says, and it's all it took. Your eyes once again rolling back and your pussy tightening. You moan into the bed sheets but it doesn't make you any quieter really, the sound bouncing around the whole room. Thankfully though Boba slows down his pace, he was still going deep and filling you, but just not as hard as before.

Throughout your whole orgasm he let you ride it out. Once it was obvious you were calming and finished he slowly pulled out, he then helped turn you over, your gaze met with his helmet again. 

''So good for me'' he said as he stroked your face, ''you all tired out?'' You almost had to think about it, but you shook your head no, you thought you could do more, ''good, get on your knees then'' he adds.

You slowly sit up and shuffle off the bed, you don't even get chance to get yourself into the fully correct position as your legs were so shaky. When you manage to get onto the floor, you look up at him and then to his cock, having an idea of what he was wanting. He doesn't say anything as he holds his dick and moves it slightly towards your mouth, so you lean forward and wrap your lips around it.

All you could taste was your own cum on him, you just swallow hoping to rid the taste, you wanted to enjoy him, not yourself. 

He then places his hand on your head, his fingers tightening in your hair again and pulling your hair along with his cock, making you do exactly what he wanted. You just let him, allowing him to slowly thrust in and out your mouth, every so often going more down your throat, but not enough to make you gag. 

Your eyes slightly look up and all you can see is his helmet glaring down at you, however you imagine behind it his eyes are rolled back and not looking, hiding all his pleasure and enjoyment from you. Moving one of your hands up to hold the base of him and slowly rubbing your hand up and down on the part that wasn't currently in his mouth, causing small moan behind his helmet. Tightening your grip of your hand and tightening your mouth too.

''Kriff, just like that'' he groans out, you feel him twitch under you, you assume he must be getting close.

Taking a deep breath through your nose before you carried on putting your handy work into it, wanting to make him cum for you, wanting to know you are the one making him cum. Having an almost pride in it, this slight ego knowing who he was and it was you who was making him cum, assuming you were the only one anyway.

Were you the only one? You two had never spoken about it, but also did you have to? It wasn't like you two were together or anything, but at the same time you wanted to make sure you were being safe sexually. 

You mentally shake your brain and try to shut those thoughts off, wanting to carry on sucking him off, wanting to drain him of his cum.

Inside your mouth you felt his cock stiffen up more and more as the seconds rolled on, ''fuck, I'm gonna fill this pretty mouth up'' is all he moans before the warm, salty taste enters your mouth. There was so much, you try to swallow as he cums but it just caused him to moan above you, it was clearly overstimulating him a little.

''Fuck'' he says as he pulls his cock out, some cum dripping off him still and some on your lips still. He wipes the tip of his cock and pushes it towards your mouth, you stick your tongue out and lick it clean, before then licking your own lips clean. Watching him then stuff himself back into his pants, he looked like almost nothing had happened due to being clothed still. 

You let out a deep breath, and place your hands on your legs. Remembering the state of your panties, well if you could even really call them that now since they were ripped. 

Before you can say anything Boba holds your chin between his index finger and thumb, ''is all that attitude gone now?'' he asks, the famous smirk heard again.

You just nod, because yeah you still needed to talk to him about it all but you weren't going to be doing that with an attitude. 

''Good' he replies, before you watch his hands reach up, hearing the slight noise of the air moving around then watching his helmet start to rise. His beautiful face finally being revealed to you today. He softly smiled at you before placing his helmet behind you on the bed, then he leaned a hand out to offer you help up.

Gently taking his hand before he pulled you onto your feet, your legs felt so weak, like you were going to fall back down. You reach out to grab his arm, ''wow, careful little one'' he says so calming now.

''Sorry'' you reply, almost in a whisper. 

He chuckles so softly before he says ''no need to apologise, just want to make sure you're okay. Come on let me get you cleaned up.'' He takes your hand in his and walks you to your fresher, making you sit on the edge of the bath as he starts the water for you. 

Watching as he grabs some soaps and a cloth for you. ''How come you always run me a bath... or even clean me up?'' you asked so softly, still in an almost whisper.

Boba just looks at you a little confused, ''has no one else done it for you before?'' You softly shake your head no, he was the only one who ever had. ''Maker, you really haven't had someone look after you after they've fucked you?''

Again you shake your head, ''no, most I have had was being given a glass of water and a kiss'' you half laugh at the second part.

He stands in front of you and holds both sides of your face, your eyes widen a little, almost surprised by his motion. ''Well like I have told you anyway, for as long as you live with me I'll take care of you, sexual or not'' Boba says staring into your eyes, then placing a small kiss on your forehead before he goes back to finishing your bath.

Your eyes almost start to fill with tears, you blink quickly trying to rid them. You'd never had someone be so kind, obviously there was Garsa, but the whole 'living with him' sentence made it more emotional. You felt so safe.

He then moves to stand back in front of you so you compose yourself, ''arms'' Boba says indicating he was taking your top off. So you raise them and he gently removes your top, throwing it into the corner before helping take your bra off next, then helping what was left of your panties off you. 

Then he helps you get into the bath, slowly guiding you down knowing your ass was going to sting, and it did. You let out a loud hiss as the water touched it. Part of you wanted to jump right back out as it really hurt.

''It's okay, it's okay'' he softly comforted you. You almost don't wanna let go of his hands, not that it was making any difference, but you just couldn't. ''I did put a little bit of liquid bacta in there so it should help relive the pain a bit.''

''Thank you'' you reply, taking a deep breath in and trying to ignore the pain in some way.

Letting go of your hands to grab the cloth, cleaning around your mouth, you didn't realise how much saliva you had drooled down yourself until now. 

He went to clean by your pussy but you softly took the cloth off him, he gave you a confused look so you said ''because it's so sore down there I'd rather do it, I don't want you to feel bad'' smirking at the end. He smiled back at you and let you. It did sting, but also due to the angle he was going from behind, it made you feel like he stretched you a little, more than he already had.

Once you were clean, Boba helped you out the bath, grabbing you the closest towel and wrapping around you. He lets the water out the bath as you slowly head back to into your bed area, you go to look for a bed dress but before you can you hear Boba say ''sit, I'll sort it'' behind you.

So you do, whilst giving him a confused look. But you just let him do it anyway, he searches through your drawers and pulls out a red bed dress. ''Thank you'' you say as he hands you it, letting go of the towel and sliding it over your head, then he hands you a pair of black panties which you slide on and only lift your ass to fully put on.

''Are you okay? Was all that before okay?'' Boba asks.

You give him a soft smile and say ''yes, it was.''

''Good, I just didn't want to push you too hard, but also I like to know just how far I can push you'' smirking a little at end, which causes a small giggle from you.

It did excite you, knowing he wanted to know what he could do. Wondering what he wanted to do, what plans he did have for you one day and how you know it'll be enjoyable.

''Also, I do wanna say I am sorry for not giving you a heads up about the kitchen situation. I was hoping to see you before your shift but I was trying to keep Djarin's son happy and next thing I know Fennec has arrived home, and you were on shift. So I apologise'' Boba says. 

He was sorry? You knew you were being a little harsh before, you didn't expect him to be the 'sorry' one. ''No, no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you'' you reply.

''I mean I'm not complaining'' he moves towards you, holding your chin between his thumb and index again, ''I find it hot when you have a bit of attitude in you, means I get to fuck it out of you, and oh maker, is that fun to watch.''

That damn smirk plastered over his face again. You lean forward a little and your lips crash together, his hand moving off your face and holding your back, you wrapping your arms around his neck. Then you make yourself fall backwards on the bed, pulling him on top of you.

His tongue dancing along your lips, you opening your mouth for it to enter, a moan muffled between your lips. His kisses were so aggressive, that was downside of him wearing the helmet was you couldn't kiss him during, so now it was like you were trying to get everything you couldn't get. 

You go to wrap your legs around him, but he stops you with his other hand. He pulls his face back a little ''easy, easy princess, we just fucked and you barely could handle it'' his eyes dark almost and his tone a little sarcastic. 

''I know, but kriff, I just'' you don't even finish your words before you pull him back in for another kiss, he doesn't stop you.

In fact he moves his kisses down, starting on your jawline to down your neck. He then stops, on an area at an area near the top of your neck, placing a few small kisses before his teeth slightly dig in and he sucks on the skin. You let out a tiny moan, your hips rising a little.

Then he places another kiss before moving to your ear, whispering ''have fun covering that one tomorrow'' before he stands up, leaving you laying alone on your bed and your eyes widening a little.

This bastard!

He smirks at you before he says, ''I best get heading, don't forget to get something to eat before you turn in for the night'' then grabbing his helmet off the bed.

Again, it's like he knew everything as you did need to get something since you have barely ate due to being stressed over seeing Garsa and then work. So you sit up and say ''I will'' with a small smile.

You get yourself up off the bed and follow him to the door, he opens it and turns to you to say ''oh and tomorrow I'll sort out your holopad to be able to set your rota's up for the kitchen, and also go over what your roles ill be more. Again my plan was to today, but you know.''

''Okay'' you nod, ''I did sort some system for tomorrow with them, so I'll probably come find you mid day then.''

He grabs your hand and places a soft kiss on it, ''see you then, sleep well.''

''Goodnight Boba'' you smile back at him before you watch him walk off.

Slowly shutting the door before letting out a deep breath you didn't think you were holding in. You turn and look at your kitchen, sighing at the idea of making something to eat. So you open your freezer and find some ready meal, so you reheat it as you pull up something to watch on you holopad whilst you ate.

[daimyosprincess]

All hail the daddy daimyo agenda

The only agenda you'll find on this blog 😤

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

Maybe this is too much with your professional life, but I’d love to hear about how Boba got his bantha… wrangling, rodeo stuff… maybe he’s telling reader who’s an animal lover?

LET’S GOOOOOOOO!

Smut under the cut.

You were under him with your legs around his torso and your fingertips tracing shapes across his back. He’d shed much of his armor, but not the dark cowl necked undergarments. You wore a gossamer sleep shift made of the softest Alderaanian shimmersilk with fine lace details fit for a princess.

“Tell me about breaking banthas to ride.”

In these quiet moments late at night after patrols, you always asked about his life before you. Sometimes you asked about his days as a bounty hunter. Sometimes about his childhood. Tonight your curiosity led you to his time with the Tuskens. Boba, lost in the sound of your heart beating against his cheek, raised himself up enough to palm one of your breasts and take the other into his mouth. You squealed and thumped him on the back with the heel of your hand.

“Ah, brat!”

In a fluid motion with surprising grace and speed, he pinned both of your wrists above your head with one hand and grabbed your jaw with the other.

“You want to know how we saddle broke our banthas, mesh’la?”

You bit your lip and nodded. The hand on your jaw moved down to his belt and he worked the buckle as he spoke.

“We started them carrying light loads as calves, throwing a blanket across their backs as they ate and getting them accustomed to the feel of a bit of weight on their backs.”

He freed himself from his pants and your felt the head of his erection, swollen and ready, teasing you.

“When they had a good curl to their horns, that meant their bones were strong enough to carry a saddle, a man, and all his weapons. But we did not just climb on to their backs. They needed to be properly trained first.”

With the emphasis, he pushed just the tip into you. You gasped and whined.

“Obedience and loyalty, that’s what a Tusken wants from his bantha.”

Boba thrust hard into you then and you buried your face in his neck to stifle your moans.

“We feed them well, protect them, and care for them. In exchange, we expect them to behave themselves under saddle.”

The rasp in his voice became more pronounced as he snapped his hips into you. You moaned into his shoulder and he fisted your hair with his free hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“A good bantha comes when called and stands willingly to be saddled and mounted.”

Boba pulled out of you and flipped you onto your belly, pulling you up by your hips and positioning himself to take your from behind.

“A sure footed bantha with a amiable disposition is worth breeding to keep the lineage strong.”

You keened when he entered you and met his hips enthusiastically. He chuckled as he kneaded your ass cheeks and appreciated the way you looked from this angle. Boba reached down to play with your clit while he thrust into you, and soon he had you coming undone around his cock.

You were practically limp by the time he came inside of you. He remained still afterwards, drawing circles in the small of your back with his thumbs as his cock softened inside of you.

As he laid down beside you and pulled your back into his chest, you felt him muzzle the back your neck.

“Next time, tell me how you broke the rancor to ride.”

[knightscanfeeltoo]

I wanna see Boba Fett using Both his TESB and TBOBF Handguns during his Bounty Hunting Days...

(Because I can't stop wondering if Boba Fett still has his Disintegrator Gun but didn't wanna use that TESB Gun anymore in TBOBF...)

[pocoslip]

I'm Glad the Fire Effects are Compatible with TBOBF Boba Fett

(Because TBOBF Boba Fett uses the Same Armour Piece from his ROTJ Figure which is why I Love his Rearmoured/Throne Room Look More than his Daimyo Outfit)

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Could I get a sexy story with Daimyo Boba with plus size fem reader who is a little older? Maybe she's a bit insecure because it's their first time together. Thanks!

Stay Tonight (Daimyo Boba x Plus Size Fem Reader)

Word Count: 2569

Warnings: minors go away, NSFW, oral sex (both), unprotected PiV, attention to the tiddies, fingering, slight handjob, earlobe nibbling

A/N: My first attempt at writing a sexy Boba story. I wanted Boba to show some softness without being totally OOC.  There’s still a little bit of dom!Boba vibes in one part if you squint. (The man knows what he wants.) Established relationship, but first time together.

Boba spent most of the day walking around, hearing complaints of citizens and solving problems. While he was always happy to give people his time, today he had a hard deadline in his mind. He walked to your home to pick you up for dinner. He had an entire evening devoted to you and he was not going to miss it. You’d been waiting for him with an excited anxiety that left bubbles in your stomach and a smile on your face. You both met during a festival and he started conversation with you like anyone else. He took an interest in you right away, inviting you over to be a guest at a feast and then inviting you to private dinners. He was friendly but guarded at first. However, once he knew he could trust you, he quickly fell in love.

No sooner had you opened the door for him and he reached out to cup your face and give you a firm kiss.  You walked to the palace together, Fennec following from a respectful distance. 

Dinner was exquisite as always. The droids always had your seat all the way at the other end of the table, but Boba insisted they move it so he could have you close. The food was beyond delicious, but your favorite part was when he pulled you close and left rapid fire kisses on your cheek as dessert was served.

“Stay tonight,” he said after you both finished eating.  It was part question, part suggestion, and all hopeful. Boba always slept alone. Despite all the women who might have wanted to spend the night, you noticed he always went to bed alone. This was no small invitation.

“I’d love to,” you replied with a soft smile. 

He walked you to his room. It was huge. The bed could easily fit three Wookies, there were mints and water on the nightstand, and his bacta tank was there as well as a very large tub. There was no lack of pillows, blankets, and towels. It felt a bit overwhelming. 

Boba walked over to one corner of the room and started taking his armor off while adding, “We can do as much or as little as you want.”

He seemed almost naked without his armor, despite the fact that he was fully clothed. He took his shirt off and you couldn’t help but stare. He was incredibly handsome and you wondered how he got some of his scars.  He turned to you again, noticing your staring and grinned at you, taking your hand and guiding you toward the bed. 

Sitting next to you he asked, “Are you comfortable, cyar’ika?” You nodded and he kissed your cheek. “And do you know that I desire you? In every way?”

He knew what he wanted and it hadn’t escaped your own mind that you’d love to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. Feeling a little bolder you replied, “The feeling is mutual. I want you.”

You cupped his face and kissed him deeply, both of you closing your eyes as you tasted the last bit of sweetness from dessert.  You ran your hands up and down his chest, trying to memorize every contour. Age didn’t take away from his strength, but you sensed a well-earned confidence in how he carried himself and tonight was no different.  You reached for his buckle and he was all too happy to be rid of the rest of his clothes. You greedily rubbed your hands over his thighs, then teasing his length as you caressed his skin.

“No fair for you to be covered up,” he whispered in your ear. “Come now, let me see your gorgeous body.”  You slowly took off your outer layer of clothes and his strong hands found their way around your waist. He cupped a breast through your bra and reached down to help you out of the rest of your clothes. It had been awhile since anyone saw you naked, but you loved this man and he was practically worshiping you.

“Let me see those perfect tits,” he growled with a loving smile.  You smiled back and he unhooked your bra, letting you breasts fall freely over your belly. Boba looked at you and let out a low moan. He leaned in to kiss your neck and held you close to him. As he squeezed every inch of your belly, holding and sucking each breast, pulling your middle close and holding all of you, you reached down to stroke his cock.  He closed his eyes at the movement of your hand over his velvet skin. 

He collected himself for a minute and nibbled your earlobe, adding, “I want to make you come on my mouth and hand before my cock even fucks your pussy. How would you like that?”  

You couldn’t deny the jolt that immediately surged to your core. “I’d love that.”

“Then let me help you out of these.” He slipped you out of your underwear and pushed you back onto the bed.  There you were, splayed out for him covered in nothing. He couldn’t keep his hands off your thick waist, hips, and thighs.  He was kneading and feeling every ounce of you that he could. You got some kisses in, but then he traveled further down your body, leaving a trail of kisses on your breasts, belly, and thighs.  You clung to any inch of him that you could, wanting to feel him as much as he was feeling you.  You were still getting used to feeling so exposed and your slight tremble didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you cold,” he asked.

“Not really,” you replied. “I just haven’t done this in awhile.”

Boba kissed the inside of your knee and crawled back up to your side. 

“I haven’t either,” he replied. “But you have nothing to fear. You’re the fire that lights my heart. My mesh’la. Beautiful queen. I can’t get enough of you.”  He kissed your lips slowly at first, but his tongue became more urgent and whatever worries you had started melting away, replaced by the question of what his tongue could do against your throbbing cunt. He made his way back down between your legs and now it almost felt like teasing.

“Keep your legs spread for me,” he said. “I want to see all of you.” You lay back on the pillow and let him get to work. His thick fingers slowly prodded your outer folds, separating them, and revealing your clit. He started licking with the flat of his tongue, not holding back on your folds and the little nub. He wrapped each arm around a leg to hold you steady and open for him. He started lapping up every inch of your pussy. One thick finger traced around your entrance, causing you to moan his name. You arched your hips forward and pressed his finger into you. The feeling was delicious and you couldn’t stop yourself from tightening as he added a second finger and entered further.  He fucked you with his fingers for awhile, starting slow and building up the pace. He took his mouth off your clit, leaving kisses along your thighs, and making you whine. Despite the loss of contact with his mouth, his fingers were hitting the perfect spot.  As he built you toward your climax he buried his face in you again, sucking on your clit.  Your vocalizations started increasing, but you tried to hold back.

“I want to hear all of it,” he said. “I want to hear you when I make you come.”

His tongue firmly stroked your clit once more as his fingers worked their magic. It was only moments until you cried out his name, orgasm crashing through your body.  Boba worked you through each wave and eased off as you came down from your high.  He moved further up on the bed to lay next to you.

“That was amazing,” you said, still feeling waves of euphoria.

“A good man knows how to feast,” he said with a wicked smile, licking his lips. “But I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet.”  Your heart raced at the thought. You hoped you could keep up, but wanted more. He positioned himself above you, between your legs, lining up his cock.

“Boba,” you said, running your hands along his shoulders. “I want you.”

“Then I’m all yours,” he replied, pushing himself inside you with a groan. Your hips arched up to meet his and this time you didn’t stifle your cries of pleasure as he started thrusting in and out of you.  After quickly finding a rhythm he lay closer to you, practically laying on top of you, reaching for every bit of you he could. He placed a breast in his mouth, letting his tongue play with your nipple as he fucked you. He made sure to give each equal attention.  You held on to his strong back, rubbing circles over his muscles as he pounded into you. You found each other intoxicating and it didn’t take long before you felt another orgasm creep up on you.  Boba kissed your lips and looked into your eyes before you moaned in ecstasy. He wasn’t far behind, and rested his forehead on yours as he buried himself inside you and painted your walls.

You laid there for quite some time. Your bodies seemed to melt into each other and the mattress as you caught your breath. Boba was nestled against you, holding you like he wanted all of you at once. You traced patterns on his back and noticed you’d never seen him so relaxed before.  Finally deciding to stir, he looked up at you and smiled. 

“Wow,” you said. He let out a low chuckle.  He nuzzled his nose against the side of your face and planted a firm kiss on your cheek. Not saying anything, he got up to get a towel to clean you both off. 

That night you laid in his arms as you fell asleep. Although you adjusted your positions in your sleep, he always had an arm around you in some way and you woke up with him spooning you.  You smiled to yourself. The heat of a new day was starting to pour over the palace, but the room was somehow the perfect temperature. You felt him take a deep breath behind you, but didn’t want to wake him, so you placed your hand over where his sat against your middle. The night before played in your head and you couldn’t deny that you would love another round. More than that, you could lay with him like this forever. It wasn’t about the palace or all the luxuries. You’d have been just as happy had he stayed with you in your small home and regular bed. Being with him was the best feeling. 

You weren’t sure how much time passed before you felt him stir behind you. More than that, you felt him half hard against your ass cheeks until he rolled on to his back. You rolled over to kiss his neck, looking to cuddle some more.  He blinked through a tired smile.  He silently searched your eyes and you felt a certain vulnerability from him.  He reached for the water on the table next to the bed and popped a morning mint.  He offered you one and you accepted. Immediately they fizzled in your mouth, leaving a satisfying tingle. 

“Do you have any plans for this morning,” you asked.

“If I’m honest, I would like to stay in bed as late as possible. Much was accomplished yesterday and I think I’ve earned the right to stay here a bit longer.”

“Then what do you think about some more action,” you asked, reaching for his still half hard cock. 

“Show me what you’ve got, mesh’la.” 

You reached for another mint and before it could completely fizzle away, you took his cock in your mouth. Boba gasped at the sensation as he leaned back, resting on the headboard as you sucked on him. He tasted slightly salty after last night and you swirled your tongue around the head. You cupped his balls with one hand while your other firmly massaged his leg.  You took as much of him in as you could, bobbing your head.

“So good,” was all he could say as he closed his eyes and his head fell back.  One of his hands came to rest on the back of your head, simply wanting to feel you in any way he could.  His cock stood tall and you hollowed your cheeks to increase the feeling.

He asked you to pause briefly so you could adjust position, laying side by side. While you sucked him off, he wanted to play with your pussy.  You moaned on his cock while he fingered you. He was pleased you were already wet, getting even harder at the thought of you being turned on while giving such divine attention to him.  You could feel his balls start to tighten and he asked you to stop. 

“Not yet,” he said, continuing to play with you.  You looked up at him, smiling at the fascinated look on his face as he watched his digits work.  Once you started moaning, he pulled away. The loss of sensation wouldn’t be too long. 

“I want to take you from behind, cyar’ika.” You were finding that he wasn’t shy about stating what he wanted and you were more than fine with that. You knew where you stood with Boba and never had to worry he wasn’t being upfront with you. That this translated to the bedroom was all the more wonderful.  Hearing the ways he wanted to enjoy your body and let you enjoy his was thrilling. 

You got on all fours and he kneeled behind you, kissing your lower back before rubbing your pussy with his cock a few times and entering you. He let out a groan as he started fucking you and immediately your body started tightening around him in the best way.  His balls gently slapped your folds with each thrust.  He leaned down to hug your wide waist as he started thrusting faster.  With one hand he reached forward to hold and caress your tit.  His hands had rough skin, but were strong and confident in their movements. He wanted to have all of you all at once.  With each movement, you got closer to your peak before you finally called out his name as euphoria swept through you. Two more thrusts and he was there with you, whispering your name as he came inside you. 

While you came down from your respective highs, your limbs felt a little wobbly.  Boba helped you lay down. He held your face in his hands and kissed your lips. Once you felt steadier, you both got into the bathtub to clean off.  You washed each other, both enjoying the simple feeling of caring for one another. 

“Fennec will no doubt be here soon with some work of some kind,” he said, as you rinse soap off his back. “Will you spend the night more often? Or stay with me?” 

You nodded with a “yes” and the biggest smile on your face. There were some things to figure out, but you loved him and wanted to be with him no matter where you were.

Tagging: @staycalmandhugaclone @dukeoftheblackstar

[littlemissmanga]

Hey bestie 💖 I'd like to request 1, 10, and 11 for "The Daimyo's Princess" for the fanfic ask game! I loved how the reader pushed through her discomfort to get what she needed and how Boba encouraged her to do so. That's so him, making sure his princess gis taken care of and gets what she needs 😌 hope you're having a good weekend!!

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Finally getting around to this answer lol I did have a good weekend :) I hope you did too!! Thank you for loving on The Daimyo's Princess!! I was so nervous writing Boba but this is one that came straight from my heart.

What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Oh this was 100% self indulgence. I was really just fucking done with my job that day - everything that could go wrong did and in exactly the way I had said it would. The solution was one I proposed weeks ago ... but this time a colleague said it and he got the credit.

When I'm overwhelmed I like to be pampered the way Boba 100% would pamper his girl. But on this occasion, I wasn't looking for that. I wanted validation that I was smart, that I conducted myself appropriately, that I was doing the right thing and it's not my fault office politics suck. I also wanted to reclaim a little of the power and pep in my step that the endeavor took from me.

As much as Boba would pamper someone, he would also really be supportive of them being a Boss in their own right. I think he would LOVE to see his partner full of confidence and he feels 100 ft tall knowing he's the person she looks to when that confidence is starting to crack.

So ya, I wrote what I needed emotionally lol. I'm glad to hear it resonates with others too! It was only after writing it that I realized I could add a few lines to highlight the setting and the "kill or be killed" nature of Tatooine to cross off another Bingo square. That made me super happy lol.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

I chose Boba because he's the perfect mix of authority and soft caretaker. Since this was so self-indulgent and I wanted validation, I wanted it to come from a character who would call a partner out when they're wrong. So validation coming from him means something, there's weight to it.

Also, as Daimyo, his power is visible. Public. I wanted to write a Reader who has a strong sense of self and work ethic but isn't a traditional leader reclaim her power publicly.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

It's a comfort fic. The situation at work is still about the same, so I come back to this a lot to read it and get comfort and it still makes me feel strong but also cared for.

That and Reader's BURN toward the end. I was so damn happy with how that dialog came out.

Thanks for sending these in, and again for loving on my sole (for now) attempt at Boba!!! (Don't worry, I still have the Taken idea in my WIPs)

[rexxdjarin]

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Afflictions Afflictions Bounty Hunter!Reader x Boba Gambling ficlet

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Tempting Boba in the pilot's chair thot

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"I'm utterly, completely yours." Sinday Asks prompt with Boba thot

Daddy Daimyo!Boba thot

100 Words feat. Boba thot

Both Sides of Boba thot

"Fix that attitude before I fix it for you" thots

Teasing at Dinner thots

Under the Table with Daimyo!Boba thots

Boba NSFW Headcanons

Boba Exhibitionism/Creampie thot

Boba x Reader x Din threeway thot

Daddy Boba thots

Boba Overstimming you thots

Sucking off Boba on the throne thots

Quick BJ on the throne thots

Filthy Boba thots

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Boba fucking you face down ass up thot