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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 31

Boba Fett + Oral fixation

Finally finishing up kinktober, thank you all for sticking around, hopefully my studies will be less hectic next year.

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Boba Fett was a man of action, even now as the ruler of Tatooine, he rarely had much time where he wasn’t doing one thing or another. He may not be running around the galaxy as one of the best bounty hunters out there, but being a ruler still came with many duties.

That was why he enjoyed the days where the sandstorms ran across the desert planet, as no work could be done of those days, and no one would find their way to the palace for an audience. It also meant he got to spend time with you, his lover and companion, his riduur.

You were both busy men, where Boba had retired from bounty hunting, you had not, though you had gone down in time. Nowadays you mainly did it to keep active, and to keep in contact with old allies, or people you owed Boba and you favours, making sure they knew you hadn’t forgotten.

Boba let out a groan as he leaned back against the many pillows you had stacked on your shared bed, both of your armour having been removed a long time ago and placed on their stands near the door. His strong hand ran through your hair where you were settled between his thighs. There was no hurry in what you two were doing, the craving for orgasm wasn’t even weighing on either of you.

There were times you two just needed this after being apart for a while, it made you feel closer in a way. Boba could lay back and flick through different holo-movies he had saved, or holo-novels, stuff that he had had to put off because of his duties. And as he did this, you would lay or kneel comfortably between his thighs, lips wrapped around his cock as it rested heavily on your tongue.

Most times he wouldn’t even be hard, just basking in the comfortable warmth of your mouth as you breathed peacefully, hands resting comfortably on his thick and powerful scarred thighs. At times you would trace the scars on his body, those left by his life as a bounty hunter or from the sarlacc pit.

For a long time, Boba had been self-conscious of those scars, even as you worshipped them with your hungry mouth and tongue and praise fell thick from your lips. He still felt that way at times, but it was less and less these days. Maybe it was old age, or you were just both growing comfortable in the less stressful life you both had stumbled across.

You had always craved things in your mouth, even when you were both young bounty hunters and making names for yourself, back when your relationship was a little more kink based than love. Back then Boba had been your dom and you his sub, and you had followed his rules or been punished. And he had used your need for something in your mouth many times, from his fingers, to his cock, to his blaster, the list went on.

But as you both grew older, especially after you thought he had died to the sarlacc, the old dynamic bled away completely and became fullhearted and deep love. The old roles you played were still used at times, but they only truly came forward in the bedroom. According to your allies you both acted like an old married couple, and truly, you were.

Boba felt you sigh out your nose between his thighs, your form wiggling a bit to get into a more comfortable position. Checking the time, he could see it had been over an hour, and he had worked his way through a good chunk of his novel, so he put his pad away on the side table.

Your awareness bled back into your body little by little as he started petting your hand, his deep rough voice speaking softly to you to get you back into your body. When your eyes met, and Boba could see you were fully aware, he used his careful grip on your hair to pull you off his still soft cock, leading you to crawl up into his arms.

You both fell back against the pillows, pushing a couple of them around to get comfortable as Boba pulls you to his chest, mumbling sweet words in Mando‘a as you laid against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head as he pulls the pad back into his hands, flicking through it to find the series you had both gotten interested in. Something old, from before the clone wars, but it had its charm. After he set it to play, he chuckled softly as you pulled his hand close to your mouth, sucking two of his thick fingers into your mouth. There was nothing lewd about the act, it was just another way you two shared your closeness. He rubbed the fingers across your tongue, before letting them brush the back of your throat before going limp, letting you do as you pleased as the show played at a comfortably low volume. There truly was nothing like snowstorm days.

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thefact0rygirl · 3 months

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Boba is not one for physical touch. He's not going to play with your hair or put his arm around you or shower your with spontaneous kisses.

However.

He will always - and I cannot stress this enough, always - hold your hand while going down on you. And I'm not talking about that dominating hand grip that keeps you pinned.

No, this is genuine hand holding. Fingers intertwined and his thumb rubbing against your hand. The kind of hand holding that has sweat pooling dripping down your palms. The kind of hand holding that is warm and loving and desperate and makes you feel like he's holding onto the finest linen.

#yes i'm back on my bullshit #boba fett x reader #boba fett headcanon

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dinpascalbrainrot · 2 years

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Kind of obsessed with the idea of Fennec being this unhinged wine aunt babysitter for Grogu meanwhile Boba is so attentive and careful with Grogu but Din still trusts Fennec more lmao

#din dijarn #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars #mando #baby yoda #din djarin is my favorite himbo #din and grogu #mando headcanon #star wars headcanons #boba fett #tbobf #boba fett headcanon #fennec shand

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acatalystrising · 11 months

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Okay, so there’s been SO MUCH lovely Boba content lately, and it has been giving me SO many thots! So many, in fact, I simply must share some of them here. And by some, I mean specifically dom, brat tamer!Boba thots. So you’ve been warned. Hehe.

@daimyosprincess @thirsty-boba-fett-posts and @marierg - ALL of you are responsible (in all the best ways I love you guys bunchesss) so feel free to jump in here if you wish hehe, as well as anyone else who is interested!

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI.

• I just KNOW Daimyo Boba could handle a brat. Yes, he’s a bit older (like that’s really going to stop him) and more scarred. But, but…that man is not built like the broadside of a barn with a voice like liquid sin for no reason. Boba likes a good challenge, always has, and that definitely would still be the case for the bedroom.

• He would secretly love the fact that you feel safe enough with him to push your luck. He knows of his reputation - hell, he forged it that way on purpose. You are safe with him, and he with you, something that has been built over time. And because if this, you absolutely would test his patience and push every button you could to get a rise out of him. And oh boy, do you get a rise.

• Boba likes you feisty. He likes it when you fight back. Boba is equal parts gentle and rough - a duality that can swing either direction depending on the moment. But when he gets rough…you’d better expect there to be marks. Small bruises, hickeys, you name it. But only if you want. In this case, you do. You love carrying his marks, little reminders to you and everyone else that you are his alone.

• And you better bet that Boba knows how to tame a brat. You think you’ve got the upper hand? Wrong. The man was a bounty hunter for years. There is no way you get in and out of that profession without a few kinks. (Or a lot.) Binders? Pressure points? Restraint? Bingo. But his greatest weapon in this sort of situation is something you initially underestimated and are now dearly paying for…his voice.

• Boba is a KING at dirty talk. The man loves making you squirm, and he knows you have a thing for his voice (how could you not?) and shamelessly uses that to his full advantage.

• So how could this all play out? I’m glad you asked. Here’s a little snippet below, feel free to add your thots!

“Think you’re so clever now, princess?”

A sharp whine bubbled from your lips even as you struggled underneath him, panting breaths fogging his visor. His grip on your arms tightened as he pulled them further over your head, big hands not giving you an ounce of wiggle room to escape.

“Oh, come on, I was just teasing.” You swallowed, but it felt like your heart was working it’s way up your throat. “You don’t seriously think I’m just going to give up without a-”

Boba shifted both of your wrists to one hand, the other removing his helmet with a hiss, then slipping around your throat. You were caged beneath him, underwear already soaked, his weight pressing you into the bed. And his hand at your throat? You could barely string a sentence together.

“Keep talking and your punishment will only be worse.” His breath was hot on your ear, lips mere centimeters from your skin. He caressed your throat with a lone finger, and you shivered. “You want kisses? Want me to fuck you senseless?”

You nodded, sweat beading on your forehead, a moan ripping from your throat when he licked your ear, nibbling on it with a growl.

“Mesh’la,” his eyes found yours - they were sinfully dark, commanding. A cunning smirk curved on his lips like a knife. “Use your words.”

“Oh gods, just fuck me,” you wriggled beneath him, purposefully shifting so your thighs rubbed against his swelling erection. Two could play this game, after all. “You win. Fuck me.”

But Boba Fett, damn him, only shook his head with a cluck of his tongue, lowering his face to the crook of your neck. He pinned you with ease, stopping even the slightest of squirms, yet again reminding you exactly how kriffing strong he was, and who you were dealing with.

As if you could ever forget.

“Use your manners. Only good girls get what they want,” his tone was teasing, dripping with mirth, victory, and something altogether deadly. He pressed a kiss to your pulse point. “What’ll it be? Can my little brat say please?”

You whined - maker, kriffing, whined. A war waged in your flustered brain between the urge to push back and the desire for him to fill you. Boba chuckled, licking a stripe up your neck.

“Aww, can’t use your words, hmm?” He shifted to pull away with an indifferent shrug. “Well that’s too bad.”

Oh maker no. He wouldn’t.

He would.

“No, wait!” You leaned forward, cheek pressing against his chest armor with a whimper. “Please, I…I’ll be good. I won’t cause any more trouble. Just…fuck me. Please please fuck me. I can’t, can’t…”

Boba smirked down at you, absolutely relishing his effect on you, and moved his hand at your throat to your cheek.

“Oh, poor thing,” his tone was absolutely dripping with pseudo mockery as he gave your cheek a pinch. “So flustered you can’t think? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Boba, please…” you squeezed your eyes shut, breaths nearly a sob. “Please, please, I need you. Need you so bad.”

“Hmm, well,” Boba’s eyes flashed predatory in the dark, lips curving in a victorious grin. “If you insist.”

His hand on your cheek slid down your body and between your legs, and he chuckled when he felt the evidence of your arousal at his fingertips.

“Poor little princess,” he kissed you, keeping you pinned down, fingers circling your clit. “So needy. So desperate. All for me.”

“Y-yes, all for you,” you tried to nod, words choking to moans when he slipped one of his thick digits inside you. “Only you.”

You were so wet you could hear the slick of his fingers against your flesh, Boba’s heartbeat thundering in your ears, his breaths ragged - hot and needy and desperate. You once again found yourself marveling at his restraint. How he could hold himself back at all was a…

He slipped a second finger inside you, curling them to your stomach, striking that devastating spot inside you with such accuracy it had you wriggling beneath him with a loud cry. Pleasure grew like a furnace, steadily growing hotter and hotter, until it overflowed in a spray of fiery sparks and phthalo phosphorescence - all captured in your guttural cry as you careened over the edge.

When you finally came back to your senses, Boba was holding you close to his chest, his beskar blissfully cool against your burning skin. He ran a gentle hand through your hair, chuckling when you leaned into his touch.

“Ahh,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, tone low, teasing. “So she can be a good girl after all.”

You halfheartedly grumbled, cheeks heating in a wild blush, and curled against him with a sigh. A rumbling chuckle reverberated through his chest as he cupped your chin, directing your gaze at his.

“Catch a breath, little one,” he kissed you once, then twice, then again, mouth searingly hot like a branding iron. “Because I’m not through with you, yet.”

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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can we acknowledge how HOT it is to just straddle someone's lap, facing them, their cock buried inside you, and you're just grinding away slooooowwwwly not chasing anything at all... just making out and getting lost in the moment 🤤

Nejxjejsjxje STOP YOURE GONNA MAKE ME YEARN.

this the kinda shit that would send Rex to a higher state of being dude. like he’d literally be drowning in the languid heat wave of the moment and happily let it take him. And I NEED TO BE ME WITH HIM. he’s far more tolerant of being worked up for a long time than a lot of his brothers tho.

Like you think Wolffe would be able to put up with this for long ????? No..he’d be furiously chasing down both your highs after 2 minutes of your torturous slow grinding on him. He’s not a patient man. And the same applies to Cody I think.

Boba ?????? Boba is going to punish you for pulling a stunt like this. Even though it feels really good and you look …..you LOOK so fucking pretty… he cant allow you to have that much power over him all the time. So he’s pinning your hips down firmly into his lap and making you feel how painfully deep his cock is hitting until you’re clasped so tight around him that it hurts and he’s holding your forehead on his and making you watch as he unloads inside you and makes a drippy mess seep down between your joined bodies. And yet it’s so hot that he demands you do that again.

#captain rex headcanon #commander wolffe headcanons #boba fett headcanon #boba fett smut #commander wolffe thots #boba fett thots

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syn0vial · 1 year

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something that didn't make sense to me reading the boba fett junior novels when i was a kid was that 10-y.o boba fett could be on an orphanage ship full of both clonetroopers AND jedi, and yet none of the clones, who would obviously recognize one of their own, ever ratted him out to their superiors.

now, i choose to believe that the clonetroopers did in fact recognize boba and likely even knew who he was given the obviousness of his alias (teff. like, come on, really?), and just formed an unspoken agreement to not snitch on the kid. like, he's already in an orphanage. don't be an asshole.

there's republic AND confederacy agents both pulling their hair out trying to figure out how the son of jango fett just up and vanished and meanwhile the clonetroopers of the republic ship candaserri are just watching the template's kid hide right under the jedi's noses like

#boba fett #clonetroopers #boba fett junior novels #boba fett headcanon #i just like to think of the clones quietly being bros while boba is oblivious #and continues to be unfortunately creeped out by them :`)

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ominouspuff · 6 months

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Clone Wars AU: what if’s, featuring “what if everyone lived and outmaneuvered Order 66 and Cody and Rex became, like, space cowboys, among other things”

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anxiouspineapple99 · 1 year

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My headcanon: Every single clone does this. All of them. I have spoken.

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hyperesthesias · 1 year

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Happy International Asexuality Day from your friendly neighborhood bounty hunter.

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months

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Boba Fett w gun play? I feel like he’d definitely appreciate a reader who knows his way around a blaster haha.

Boba Fett x male reader

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I can imagine Boba likes a partner who knows their way around any weapon. This is bounty hunter Boba, before he ends up in the sarlacc. I just think Boba being so turned on by his partner being dangerous is so Mandalorian.

You were a fellow bounty hunter, your specialty was force users and the highly skilled. This didn’t mean you just hunted Jedi, but all force users, and by God were you good at it.

You and Boba met when put on the same bounty, some extremely skilled warlord that ruled an entire cluster of planets. Working together you guys were able to take him down, and Boba got the first glance of how skilled you were with a blaster.

After that you two became allies, then friends, and then lovers. It was a slow process, as bounty hunters don’t trust easy, especially other bounty hunters. But Boba was younger at the time, and cockier than he is in the future, so he doesn’t give up.

Even before you guys started dating, seeing you fight always left him feeling heated and hot blooded, his codpiece fitting uncomfortably with how hard it made him to see you flip your blaster in and out of its holster and switch to a different weapon.

He knew he was head over heels when you pointed a blaster in one of the gaps in his armor, digging it into his flightsuit and leaving a mark, threatening to kill him right then and there. And instead of fear, he felt like he was gonna burst inside his flightsuit.

It was better than any adult entertainment for Boba to see you cleaning your blasters. To see you take them apart piece by piece, clean them up, and click it back together again, always had him panting to himself.

It takes a bit for you to realize just what kind of effect you have on Boba. Because of his cockier attitude and just being younger than he is in the Mandalorian series, hes got a higher drive and is more grabby.

It’s not unusual for Boba to come up behind you and squeeze your hips and ass, or for him to say all kinds of dirty things over comms during bounties. But he is especially twitchy and antsy when you show off.

It hits you just how much he likes it when he walks into your shared room to see you sitting there in nothing but your boxers, trying to fix a jam in one of your blasters, and he turns right on his heel to march into the fresher to get off.

Even when he comes back out of the fresher without his armor, he still stares a little too intensely when you finally fix the blaster. If he hadn’t just gotten off, Boba would probably have popped a stiffy again.

From then on you start to show off on purpose, using a blaster when you don’t actually need too, or maybe handling your weapons a little more lewdly.

Like, theres no reason for you to lick one of your knives, or use spit to clean up a spot on your blaster, but you do it anyways, just to see Boba start shuffling around, trying to be subtle about how hard it makes him.

Boba would realize you had him figured out pretty damn fast, because you make a habit out of staring him in the eyes when you are cleaning up the barrel of your blasters with a rag, making sure it gets real clean and shiny.

Neither of you really say anything, and maybe that’s a problem that comes with you both being younger adrenaline hungry bounty hunters, as you guys don’t discuss kink a whole lot either.

One day when you guys are getting steamy, nothing too extreme, just Boba pressed up against the wall, his codpiece off, and flight suit opened, one of your hands twisting and jerking his length, you put your blaster into the mix.

With your other hand, you press the cold barrel of the blaster against his cock, making Boba’s eyes shoot open and immediately look down, his noises growing louder and hungrier, his hips twitching, and pupils blown huge.

He ends up cumming all over your blaster, which you just tsk about and complain about, but you both know its just all for show.

Sometimes to make Boba more desperate, you don’t even have to use the blaster in any way. It just being visible on your belt as him awake and aware, you pretty much pavlov him to get a stiffy when you walk around in little clothes and your blaster on you.

One of Boba’s favorite things you do, is when you make him hold your blaster in his mouth. The safety is always on of course, and its never actually turned on, but it always has his eyes rolling and his cock dripping.

You probably end up with a blaster just for this, since you can’t let Boba slobber all over your actually good blasters, since it could ruin the technology. It is pretty hot to see him flatting his tongue around the barrel like he’s sucking you off though, so sometimes you’ll use your favorite blaster on him.

When he’s older, after the sarlacc, he still has a thing for blasters, and just weapons in general. If you end up allowed to use a garderffii stick by the Tuskens, it gets him as hot and bothered as your blasters used to do in your younger years.

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thefact0rygirl · 1 year

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You're telling me Boba Fett, the man who wrote "...the arid sands of Tatooine will once again flourish with flowered fields fertilized with the bodies of your dead.” - didn't write these lyrics for his beloved?

Unlikely.

#boba fett headcanon #boba x sabri #listen boba is secretly a poet #he has a notebook filled with poems he wrote about sabri that he will take to his grave #anyway i remember being 12 and thinking these were the deepest lyrics ever written lmaooo

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sinisterexaggerator · 9 months

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... In this essay, I will reiterate that "Cad Bane is a depressed, sentimental bastard."

OK, so, @fat-tasty-krogan pointed out that the barrels of Bane's LL-30's are rusty in the Bad Batch via a screenshot and now I cannot stop thinking about things and connecting the dots.

Here's me checking different angles. 100% rusty. This is a man who is the best bounty hunter in the galaxy, a man who is *the* best shot — that’s his livelihood right there. Something is wrong.

I've always thought Cad Bane was depressed, mostly owing to his behavior in the lost arc, but this solidifies it for me. Let's talk about the canon, shall we? (Fair warning: I may throw in headcanons or share some other thoughts along the way, but I will warn you ahead of time if it's an original idea versus what is considered to be canon).

First, let's take the idea that Jango Fett is mentor to Cad Bane. This in and of itself says to me they had a close relationship and that they often worked together in some capacity. I will spare you my thoughts on the rest, but Jango does in fact associate with him and most likely in a meaningful way we never get to see. Jango Fett does not trust easy, yet he trusts him enough to be around his child; his prized possession, let's say.

Proof: When Boba first mentions Bane, (in chorological order) it is in the comics.

Him asking to spend time with Bane, and Jango saying "no, because you already know of him (and others like Zam)," means they had a close-knit relationship in my opinion. One that sadly comes to an end. In this comic, Jango wants to train Boba to deal with "the factor of the unknown," versus the known. Hmmm.

Moving right along.

The next time we see or hear anything about Boba and Cad being in the same room is during the Rako Hardeen/Box Arc, and in the audiobook CW: Stories of Light and Dark in the short story "Bane's story" that is read by Corey Burton as Cad Bane.

In it he states that the "kid's all right," and that he "owed his father a few favors." In the story, he reiterates what happens between him, Eval, and Obi-Wan to Bossk and little Boba Fett. It was Bossk and Boba who helped to create the diversion so that they could break out and escape.

Bane returns, his job foiled, and explains why. At the end of the audiobook Boba has a plan to get them all out of jail, and he wants Bane to be apart of it. This is AFTER Aurra leaves Boba for dead on Florrum ( don't get me started on Hondo, WHEW - they knew each other too, for SURE ), before TBB, and before we see Bane with a plate in his head, this one:

It is still present in the Book of Boba Fett.

Let's not rush ahead, though. Let's back up to a bit to where Cad Bane gets betrayed.

#1 betrayal on screen is Obi-Wan Kenobi as Rako Hardeen. While I don't necessarily ship them, I can see how Cad was very much hurt by this, as he felt he had started to develop a kinship with another hunter, someone who could watch his back, imo. Maybe he hadn't experienced anything like that since Jango Fett. Maybe Rako was ticking all the right boxes; I see Cad as prizing loyalty. When Obi-Wan turned him over, you could see the pain and anger in expression -- he was truly hurt, and he promised to end his life with a blaster bolt between the eyes. I honestly think he despises him and that's that.

Returning now to Boba, it is also canon that Boba was mentored by Cad Bane. Bane's story is also where he mentioned young Boba often reminded him of himself.

In an unaired Clone Wars Arc, Boba Fett works together with Cad Bane on a job. During the animation created for the episodes that never aired, Bane is seen drinking heavily and seems to give two shits less about Boba or the job itself and is not taking things seriously.

Boba begins to question his tactics, and does not like that he is willing to sacrifice innocent townsfolk just to get a bit of money. He stands up against him, and Embo, Bossk, and other hunters present decide to let him take his shot and do not interfere in their duel, even though most likely Bane is seen to be the one in charge or having authority.

In the end they both fall, but Boba was (unfairly might I add) still wearing his helmet. You can tell that the plates on Bane's hat, however, are also armored. Still, it is not beskar. Bane is severely injured.

#2 betrayal: Bossk and Embo retract their weapons and let Bane go head-to-head with the boy. He even looks surprised in the video footage when they do this! It's the same face he gave Obi-Wan Kenobi!

Boba comes out the winner. We see Bossk with Boba in The Empire Strikes back in the future, and in canon they are known to be seen often together. He especially looked after him in prison on Coruscant.

Thus, we can assume, Bossk went off with Boba after Bane's defeat and joined forces, leaving him for dead. I assume, and in canon it is depicted that Embo is honor-coded. If what he thought Bane was doing was not honorable, he most likely left him for dead as well. What we DO see is Todo 360 being there. I am almost 100% certain it is because of his droid he survives. But, where did he take him for help? Hmmm.... HONDO!! (Kidding, kidding - another HC I have, but ANYWAY).

In fact, Todo states he is Bane's "most trusted confidant" to Omega, and I believe this. He's a grumpy dick, but he never outright punishes Todo for anything, and he messes up quite frequently, but he is also a great help.

I have a headcanon that states his reasonings for keeping Todo, though this has no basis in canon:

"The little shit comes back after he is blown apart by a bomb Cad himself planted to go off in the Jedi Temple. Todo is loyal. He's there for him. He doesn't mind he's a grump. He provides conversation; stimulation in the otherwise solitary hours he spends in space. He becomes a comfort, someone to talk to, someone to fill the void that Jango left behind." Perhaps he also acts in the same capacity as a service animal.

Anyway, it is known what Bane thinks about clones. "Once you figure one out, de rest are easy." I don't think he liked clones, even if he tolerated and respected Boba until a certain point in time. He was different, he had "his father's blood pumping through his veins," and maybe Bane had trouble staring at that face - looking in those eyes -especially if there was more to him and Fett's relationship.

Imagine how he must have felt when he betrayed him? When he shot him? When he failed at repaying Jango's favor and failed at being Boba's mentor?

I personally do not believe Bane would have agreed to the Clone contract idea as far as his opinion. I think he would have told Fett he was crazy to have millions of himself running around out there, that there is only one of him that's the real deal. Let's add this to the fact he has to see their dead and dying faces everywhere to the point he's so numb he shoots them every chance he gets - no big deal. No big deal to have to kill one of your partner's lookalikes everyday for nearly the rest of your life, eh? Even after Jango himself is already dead.

Coming to The Bad Batch, it was pointed out by another user that when Omega is looking for a way off Bane's ship, we see some medallions/coins/ingots that have the symbol of the Mythosaur in a cabinet she is searching. That is Mandalorian. Who was Mandalorian? Jango. Boba by default. They are accompanied here by a journal. I think it could be Boba's journal, too. The boy most likely resided with him on his ship as he had the Justifier during the lost arc and they were traveling together.

That man is 100% a sentimental bastard.

You could say he hated Boba. You could say he was his number one enemy, but deep down maybe he felt remorse. He had been drinking. Why? Maybe it was hard to be in Boba's company. Maybe he felt he could have prevented Jango's death. Maybe mentoring him was hard work, but in the end, Boba betrayed him after everything he had tried to do for him. And Bane liked the kid up until this point - said so himself in Bane's story.

In the lost bounty hunter arc, Cad is wearing the same outfit he is in The Bad Batch. Now he has a metal plate in his head. @allsystemsblue mentioned he talks himself up to Shand. Maybe he's trying to convince himself he's as good as he says he is. He headbutts her and it obviously throws him off. He shakes himself out, trying to regain his concentration. I personally headcanon he gets terrible headaches.

The plate is on the OUTSIDE, meaning it's protecting something underneath. I imagine he had a hole in his head and a bit of his skull was fractured. I say he wears the plate to reinforce a soft spot that makes him vulnerable.

Even so, she kicks his ass. He's off his game. Maybe he's been drinking even more since his defeat and embarrassment at the hands of a kid. One he respected, one maybe he called family.

All the other hunters sided with Boba, left him high and dry, and he hasn't even been caring for or polishing his blasters; his moneymakers. They are RUSTY.

He loses Omega, he loses his credits, and Fennec sabotages his ship. This man is pissed. He's at wit's end. For all we know, he sat down and cried afterward before he could figure a way off that damn planet, and the only one who was there for him was Todo.

Years later, we see him confront Boba. He's a hardass. Nothing left of his personality in that show but a villain. It was like they made him extra mean on purpose.

He's still hung up on the past, he says it. He talks about Jango's blood being inside Boba, his "father." He leers at Boba. It is almost as if he takes a pause (again crediting @allsystemsblue for this observation), a moment to truly look at him. And let's not forget the hiss he gives him right before his "final lesson."

"Look out for yourself, anything else is weakness."

GEE! Where did he learn that from, I wonder?! FROM BOBA HIMSELF MAYBE?! He was "weak" for Boba; he was his mentor; he tried his best to do right by his father and train him and he failed. He shot him, left him for dead, betrayed him along with all the other hunters present, and all that was left for him was to work alone. To grin and bear it. To take the jobs that came his way just to survive.

He had to of hit a downward spiral at some point in his life to come to this conclusion; something terrible must have happened, and I guarantee it's this.

Shat on all his life, all the way from being "hatched" in the Descent Ghetto on New Tayana on Duro, poor, coming up from the slums, working hard just to make ends meat.

Can't tell me he didn't have a wall up, and hell yes he was feeling low. What could make a man that mean besides betrayal and sentimentality for something he wishes perhaps he could have changed or prevented all together.

Now he takes the toughest jobs, the ones nobody wants. His reputation is fear and for good reason. He'll do anything for money, including killing innocents according to Boba. Where has his Code of Honor gone?

I'll tell you where.

No one ever respected Cad the way he tried to respect them. No one offered or afforded him the same luxury. Every time he was near to forming a decent partnership with someone, they turned right around and stabbed him in the back. We at least see it with Rako/Obi and Boba on screen. Bossk and Embo count too, for me. Maybe Jango was the only one he could trust. Him and Todo 360, which he was not around until long after Jango's death and in some form could have been a fractional replacement for companionship.

To throw in a few thoughts on Hondo, he knew them both well. Imagine if Hondo also kept secrets from Bane, whether intentional or not, or perhaps befriended him only to manipulate him for his own gain (which is definitely something that could happen). He speaks favorably of him in "Secrets of the Bounty Hunters," and calls him his friend, but he calls everyone that.

At one point they did work together as per the blurb on the back of a toy called the "Pirate Speeder bike," that features Cad Bane and a Starhawk speeder. If Hondo also betrayed him at some point, I can see it only adding fuel to the fire, IF Bane allowed him close to begin with. Considering his reputation, it's possible that no, he did not, but I also ship Cad Bane and Hondo Ohnaka as well as Jango Fett and Cad Bane. I won't go into it here, but I can see them being an insanely toxic, yet perfect match.

To sum it up, yes, he is totally depressed. I feel like this is why. Can't change my mind.

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P.S.: This is also a lesson in how to cite your sources and give credit where credit is due when thinking about headcanons and fandom fun. :) Ain't so hard, right?

#Cad Bane #Headcanons #Duros #Star Wars #Jango Fett #Boba Fett #Book of Boba Fett #Clone Wars #The Bad Batch #Todo 360 #Bounty Hunters

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acatalystrising · 1 year

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I, unsurprisingly, am having more Boba thoughts and after pondering his losses and just wanting to SHOWER this traumatized tin can man with love, had to write a new oneshot.

@rexxdjarin and I both agree that Boba deserves love, not simply to give it, but to receive it as well. This was also inspired by the song ‘The Way that You Were’ by Sleep Token. So I hope you enjoy this little drabble and all the feels that come along with it.

This is for mature audiences only! Light NSFW below the cut. Minors DNI, thank you!

Oneshot: Love Like Yours

“Come on, tear off the bandage

The way that you were

With pain as your language

The way that you were

Will you show me the damage?

The way that you were”

The twin suns had long set, fading over the shimmering dunes like dying stars. You peered out of the window into the moonless night, the monochromatic cloud cover blotting out the night sky. For whatever reason, it sent slivers of anxiety twisting like knives in your chest.

It had been three days. Three days since you’d last seen Boba.

You knew you shouldn’t worry. He was a busy man, and despite turning away from the perilous life of bounty hunting, he hadn’t traded it for anything less life threatening as the Daimyo. Logically, you knew Fennec would have commed you if something had gone wrong. Unless something had happened to her, too…

Kriff, you needed to unwind. They both were capable warriors. You weren’t a pushover yourself - there was a reason you’d been left in charge of the palace in their absence. You matched Boba and Fennec’s lethal prowess in your own ways, and it was one of the reasons you and Boba made such a formidable pair. But right now, you didn’t feel confident. You hated that you worried because it wouldn’t do a damn thing.

But you still paced the bedroom you shared with your love, fingernail clenched between your teeth, mind spinning as your footsteps echoed on the lonely walls. You hated it, feeling like a caged nexu, unable to help him. But…

You sighed, running a hand through your hair and crossing the room, eyeing the bottle of wine sitting on the end table near your bed. Perhaps that would help take the edge off.

As your fingertips brushed against the polished glass, heavy footsteps broke the stagnant silence. You turned, careful to stand next to one of your hidden blasters just in case it wasn’t who you were expecting as the door slid open with a soft hiss. Boba walked in - movements more a shuffle than a stride, stern features set like stone. Judging by the limp in his step and the twitching of his brow, the mission hadn’t gone well.

You didn’t move - gauging his body language and knowing he was in pain. Boba Fett had softened in some ways for you, and you alone - but lonely years spent shouldering his own burdens weren’t easily unlearned. You of all people understood that.

He stopped by his armor stand as if frozen, brow tense, eyes dark, lips twisted in a small scowl, gloved hands clenched. It was only then that you noticed the blood staining his side. You nearly missed it, his black robes hid blood so well, but it was matted and darker then usual. He slowly began to remove his armor, an audible groan slipping past his lips, and you finally shifted into action.

“You’ll bleed out that way,” you raised a brow, keeping to the point. You’d learned directness was the best approach in these situations. “Can I help you?”

He huffed a response, shoulders taut, broad frame barely diminished by his pain - but you saw through the armor that wasn’t beskar. The armor that went much deeper then any weapon could reach.

“I’m fine,” he finally spoke, voice a low and rasping as he reached for a pauldron with a wince.

You didn’t move, merely raising your brow, standing your ground against the one man who arguably could best you in combat. Silence fell, and for a moment, you wondered if he’d actually reject your assistance. But the Daimyo simply sighed, shoulders sagging, finally looking at you through that pained mask. His gaze softened ever so slightly, a subtle chip in his walls crumbling, lip twitching in a near smile.

“Stubborn thing,” he finally unclasped the piece of armor with a grumble, that low tone frightening enough to send a lesser soul running. “Won’t take no for an answer.”

“One of my endearing traits,” you dared to take a step further. “I’d rather not have you die in my arms.”

He raised a dark brow at that, his healed scars catching in the dim light. Even now, in the pain he was experiencing, Boba Fett was the most breathtaking man you’d ever seen. And maker above, you wanted to keep him that way if he’d let you.

His head finally bowed, a subtle shift in his rigid posture showing you he was at least open to reason. Pain tended to do that, in your experience.

“Some young hunter thought he could bring me down,” he grimaced, reaching for the second pauldron. “Didn’t realize the Pykes already lost.”

“His funeral.” You took another careful step forward, gaze flicking over his body for further injuries. “I’m assuming he’s dead?”

“Sent his head back to the guild.” Boba grimaced. “Should get the message across.”

You nodded, still waiting, watching him carefully as he stood there, clearly lost in his thoughts.

“All right, mesh’la,” he finally spoke with a heavy sigh, suddenly sounding years older. “You can help if you wish.”

You didn’t smirk or gloat in your victory. You simply gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and helped him remove the armor that had struck fear across the galaxy. The beskar that had saved his life countless times, even from the Great Pit of Carkoon. Once it was all removed and his vest was set aside, you gestured at the wound with a frown. He sighed, brows lowering, lips twisting in pain as he proceeded to slip out of his flight suit, rolling it down to his hips, baring his bronzed skin to you. Gods, you’d never stop melting at the mere reminder of how gorgeous he was…yet another truth he doubted.

The wound was bloody, cutting into his side, clearly a glancing blow from a vibroblade. You glanced at him, and he nodded his consent, slowly moving over to the bed so he could sit down.

“Got between my armor,” he grunted, shifting so you could get a better look at the injury. “Not as…young as I used to be.”

“Oh Boba, you’re not old,” you walked over to the medical kit and grabbed a bacta patch and supplies. “This kind of life…wears on a person.”

“Didn’t affect you,” he finally managed a small smile despite his furrowed brow, the first sign that he was emerging from the dark corners of his mind.

“Hey, you know that’s not true,” you couldn’t help but shoot him a smirk as you cleaned his wound, placing the bacta patch on last, trying your best to be gentle. “We’ve both done things we regret.”

He simply nodded, a comfortable silence falling between you both. Once the patch was secure you sat on the bed beside him, keeping a respectful distance until you knew he was comfortable with physical contact.

Few people knew how damaged and isolated the best bounty hunter in the galaxy was. Even fewer would care. Boba’s story was not a kind one - and he’d spent more years alone then the few healing ones that were most recent. It took time to heal old wounds - wounds a bacta tank couldn’t mend. But you knew he was deserving of love - because if he was able to look at you in all your flaws and see someone worth investing in, you knew without a doubt there was a good heart buried under all that beskar and muscle. And you were determined to nurture it and coax it into the light.

“We have.” He shifted until he was facing you, earnestly meeting your gaze. “But you’re not one of them.”

Heat blossomed in your cheeks, but you didn’t bother trying to hide your blush. You’d been long past pretense with him, and he’d earned your trust just as much as you’d earned his.

“Same for you,” you smiled at him, openly this time. “You’re stuck with me now, Boba Fett. So don’t go dying on me, okay?”

He hummed, reaching out and cupping your chin with his hand, the hard planes of his face melting into a smile so soft, you nearly wanted to weep.

“That’s the plan, princess,” he caressed your cheek, so gentle despite your mind reminding you he was strong.

Strong, in that those hands who’d killed hundreds were soft with you. Strong, that his muscles and barrel chest spoke of a life lived in constant turmoil. Strong, in those dark eyes that had seen unspeakable violence and insurmountable loss.

You leaned into his touch, daring to press a soft kiss to his wrist, letting your lips linger on his skin. He grunted, brows flying up in surprise.

“You’re beautiful,” you met his gaze, voice soft, sincere. “You know that, right?”

“So you say,” he slowly shifted until he was laying on his back on the bed, legs draped over the edge. He sighed, closing his eyes, lips still curved in a slight frown. “Wouldn’t dare disagree with you.”

“Smart.” You lay down beside him, curling in your side so you could face him. “Old dogs can learn new tricks.”

“Easy now,” his tone was low and full of warning, but you saw the sly smirk curving those beautiful lips.

You merely chuckled, shifting to lay on your back beside him. These moments were your favorite, when it was just the two of you - allowed blissful moments of silence. No nagging responsibilities, battles to fight, scores to settle. Just two people enjoying one another’s company.

Boba looked at you with a small smirk, gaze roving over you with an expression of unbridled admiration. “C’mere, little one.”

You snuggled against him, careful to avoid his wound, purposefully pressing your head over his chest to help him feel grounded. He wrapped his arms around you, but before he had the chance to hold you against him, you shifted to his back and held him close - arms comfortably tucked around his waist.

“Scheming minx,” his tone was gruff, and though you couldn’t fully see his face, you heard the smile in his voice even as he pressed his hands over yours.

Oh, he could be grumpy. But he hadn’t pushed you away, either.

“Bounty hunters need love, too,” you pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear, relishing when he shivered under your touch. “And you don’t have to be alone, anymore.”

He fell silent, mulling over your words, and you kissed his neck, then his back, tracing his many scars with your lips. You treated him like something to be worshipped, someone worthy of all the adoration the world could offer. And damn it all, you believed he did.

“Keep kissing like that and I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off you,” he spoke again, voice impossibly rough.

You laughed, nibbling his earlobe with your teeth, dropping your hands ever so slightly lower until they were settled comfortably on his abdomen.

“That’s the idea, my love,” you smirked against him, smile widening when he let out a huffed groan that rumbled through his chest, into yours. “Let me care for you for once, okay?”

“Hmm…” he seemed to ponder, though you already knew he’d made his decision. “On one condition.”

You waited, hands hovering, touch centimeters away from where you wanted to be. Where you wanted to bring pleasure to someone who’d endured so much pain.

“I take you next.” He shifted just enough so he could meet your gaze, his eyes burning with passion, searing you to your core.

“What a request,” you grinned, leaning in and kissing him, twining your legs with his as your fingers crept dangerously lower. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse, my Daimyo.”

Boba rolled his eyes as if in dismissal, but you merely smirked, dropping your hand to his crotch and stroking his rock hard length through his flight suit, before slipping your fingers beneath the hem of his pants. He was already hot, heavy, and ready for you, and your grin widened. He groaned - a nearly desperate sound no one else would ever hear - and you kissed him harder, hoping that if he didn’t believe you, you could show him. Show him that he was worth loving. That he wasn’t too broken.

That he would never, ever, have to be alone again.

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rexxdjarin · 2 years

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Not a thot but more of a thotty request I think? I'm wondering what you think about different characters and if they had a serious build-up of tension (sexual tension in particular) with reader/oc/whoever, what would break the proverbial camel's back and cause them to snap and pounce on her/them?

For whichever characters you want, but I'm curious about Rex and the commanders in particular

No pressure to respond babe, love ya! 😚

Oooo I love this idea !!

What makes different SW Men (Clones + Boba & Din) snap and want to f*ck your brains out thots:

Rex: for Rex it’s that look in your eyes. It gets him every single time. The way your sweet, demure and kind expression darkens into something alluring, teasing, powerfully seductive. That twinkle in your eye goes from one of wonder and passion to one of titillating need and arousal. He likes to think he’s the only one who can tell when you get like that…though he probably isn’t. But you shoot him that glance from across the room…that one that has his blood draining from the rest of his body to make him hard as a rock between his legs… he can’t help but grab your hand and take you some place private where he more then indulges you in what you crave from him.

Wolffe: for wolffe it’s always been your smart mouth. Whether it’s with him or some other person you’re accosting for some reason…the way you slickly defeat people with words, your sharp tongue and quick wit that has lesser men stumbling to catch up or worse humiliated beyond repair. Sometimes he’s the butt of your jokes, your carefully pointed insults and fuck he doesn’t even care. You’re so difficult to impress, so defiant it makes him crazy. And the only thing he wants to do when you drive him wild like this is tear off your clothes and fuck you till your carefully constructed words stop making sense, till sounds barely come out of you unless it’s to scream his name. Every time you open your mouth he wants to fuck you quiet. Not in a disrespectful way, but because he knows he’s the only one you’d allow to. And oh he thrives on that.

Cody: it’s going to sound predictable but for Cody it’s when you pull out the “Yes, Sir.” He’s dominant and by the book as hell, so when he’s with you and he can be unhinged and dirty he fucking loses it at you bringing back the orderly submission he’s always used to, that he expects. But you saying it with that flirty lilt to your tone is a thousand times more arousing than that same phrase said by anyone else. And if you call him Commander….forget it you’re not walking tomorrow.

Boba: Boba loves your softness. The way you subtly brush your hair behind your ears, how gently you caress his face and hold onto his calloused, broken, bruised hands. He doesn’t get that kind softness from anyone else in the galaxy but you and frankly he would vehemently reject it from anyone who wasn’t you. You’re his girl, and you’re careful with him. That contrast of him, a hardened bounty hunter who has seen the worst of the galaxy with the softest, most nurturing and affectionate person he’s ever met. Gods you have him melting at the slightest brush of your fingertips.

Din: for din, it’s your independence. your strength. You don’t need him. You are every bit your own person, capable and smart and witty and powerful. Sometimes it’s in your physicality, the sheer might of your body. You can take down lifeforms 3 times your size without his help, you can sharpshoot like you were trained your whole life AND watching your expert fighting skills makes him fucking drool underneath his helmet. And other times it’s how you make sarcastic comments just for his own ears, little jokes that are a select type of humor fit for just the two of you. He’s amazed and immensely attracted to your presence and that’s what it is about you that has him willing to bare himself to you night after night knowing that you aren’t intimidated by him at all, but instead challenged and driven by the bond you’re fostering together.

#captain rex headcanons #commander wolffe headcanons #boba fett headcanon #din djarin headcanon #commander cody headcanon #asks and thots

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sashketter · 10 days

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Romantic touch with the Bad Batch

Hunter: He’s gentle with his hands. He squeezes your fingertips, hooks his pinky around yours, plays with your fingers at your sides when he thinks no one will notice. If you’re sitting next to him, he’ll swing his arm behind you and lightly trace his fingernails up and down your back. When you’re around others, he’ll press his side to yours for assurance, his arm, hip, or thigh heating yours. His enhanced senses means he doesn’t need much to satisfy him, but he enjoys playing with your senses. For him, small points of contact carry a lot of weight.

Tech: He doesn’t think to touch you when it’s not necessary. He’ll hold your hand to pull you up off the floor, use his body to push yours over a wall, even manhandle you to move you out of harm’s way, but nothing tender or what he’d consider extraneous. Instead, he welcomes any and all touches from you. Your hand rests on his back or shoulder while you pore over the datapad in his hands and he leans into you. You hug him and he rubs your back. You hold his hand and he squeezes it. He wants you to initiate.

Wrecker: He’s aware of his strength and takes his time learning how much you can handle. He starts with light jabs of his finger, calibrated not to drive a hole through you. He punches your shoulder lightly after a good joke. Eventually, he slings his arm over your shoulders and puts its weight on you. But then, after one particularly bad mission, you comfort him with a hug while he’s sitting, his head tucked under your chin and his arms wrapped almost twice around your torso, and from then on, you’re regularly treated to his all-encompassing bear hugs. He wraps his arms tight around your body and picks you up off your feet, your arms either crushed against his chest or on top of his shoulders where you can cradle his head. You feel like his new Lula.

Crosshair: He’s not one for hugs, but he’s constantly leaning one of his arms on you. On your head when you’re sitting or kneeling, over your shoulders when you’re standing, and eventually, in your lap as you weave your fingers between his; it helps him calm the tremors. Like Hunter, he focuses much of his attention through his hands. He’ll brush the backs of his fingers on your arm or squeeze your hand whenever you pass him. His grip lingers on your waist, his palm heating your side. At some point, he taps a knuckle under your chin, and you marvel at his playfulness.

Echo: He’s the most demonstrative of the bunch and uses any opportunity to touch you. His hand is glued on your shoulder, at your elbow, on the middle of your back, around your waist, everywhere. He seems to use your proximity to ground himself. He loves when you’re both standing and he can snake his arm around your back and rest his hand just below your waist, pulling you flush next to him, his palm inching down to cup the swell of your hips and his thumb rubbing smooth lines. Eventually, he holds your hand.

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #*#headcanons #hunter #tech #wrecker #crosshair #echo #i will use any and all opportunities to have the clones do the boba fett chin tap 😇

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