#boba x you

[blackmonitor]

Ah, so I did a thing...

The First chapter of my new Boba x Reader story is up! 

#Boba Fett #Reader Insert #Boba x Reader #Boba x You #Slow burn #Eventual smut

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Only Love (Can Hurt Like This)

Boba x fem!reader, smut/some fluff

TW(?) - parenthood mentioned

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He tried not to let them stay. It felt more like he was keeping them, keeping them away from the galaxy and their potential. But they refused to leave. They even refused to leave his bed at night. There was room for them to have their own sleeping spaces, but they persisted to squeeze into bed with him. He tried to think of them as strangers he was helping. But they burrowed their way into his heart, just as they nightly burrowed into the sheets and blankets of his bed.

The girl slept in the middle most nights. He was glad of that; any other combination led to direct contact with you all night. It was a torturous situation. He wanted to be the Safe Person for both of you, but he was attracted to you. The way that you held him whenever you slept next to each other didn’t help. You would curl your arm around his waist, and rest your cheek on his upper arm. Sometimes you would throw a leg over him.

The girl would also wrap herself around him, but being young she gave him fatherly feelings rather than… titillating feelings… he shuddered, trying to dismiss how his chest had started to hurt when he was near you.

He had not even managed to get you two to go into town. No offering of shopping, eating better food, or driving the speeder would get either of you to budge. You just waited at the ship for him to return with things he hoped you would like. He had become almost anxious about shopping. He wanted to get you things you would enjoy the most. Sometimes it was hard to tell. There were too many Womanly Things to choose from. The girl was equally as difficult. He didn’t want to stereotype her. A makeup palette or an age appropriate blaster? Both? He had decided both, yes, both.

Laying in bed, pressed between the two of you, he sighed gently. It was one of those nights. Your steady breathing fanned across his skin as you slept peacefully. The girl fidgeted. She was awake too. He turned his head slightly towards her, and said very quietly, “Can’t sleep either?”

“No,” she whispered back.

“Why not?”

“What if you meet someone at town you like better than Mommy and me?”

Boba’s mouth opened in shock in the darkened bedroom. Never before had the girl referred to you as Mommy. She had always just used your name. His mind spun. Righting it for her sake, he asked a startled, “Huh?”

She started to cry silently. He squeezed his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “Impossible,” he said simply.

She didn’t seem soothed. “What if you do though?” She asked slightly louder, sniffling.

He rubbed her upper arm. “No, you are impossible to replace.” He kissed the top of her head again.

“What about Mommy?” Boba’s jaw tightened at the question. He was becoming seriously frustrated, emotionally and sexually. Being so near you was sometimes stifling. Would he turn an offer of companionship from someone else down? Feeling guilty, he mumbled, “No one can replace her either.” The girl sniffled. “Daddy, do you love Mommy?”

He sputtered. She had never called him that before. Then there was the question she had asked. “Daddy, do you love me?” She started sobbing loudly. You woke up, sitting up instantly. “Nightmare?” You mumbled to Boba as you comfortingly reached towards the girl. She leapt up and ran into the bathroom. You could hear muffled crying. Boba sat up and gently took you in his arms. He was full of soft thoughts. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “No,” he finally said. “We were talking and she started asking… tough questions.”

“Like what?” He felt your eyelashes flutter against his skin as you asked the dreaded question. Now he had to explain. “Like…” he trailed off, at a loss. You snuggled into him and waited. Finally he managed, “She’s calling us Mommy and Daddy. And asking… if I love… her.” He didn’t have the courage to mention she had also asked about you.

You sighed, “Aren’t we? Her parents, I mean. Her biological parents are the ones that sold her, and we’re the ones taking care of her now.” His heart beat faster. This was all true.

After a moment, you asked softly, “Don’t you know we both want to be yours? … your kid and… your woman?”

He made a startled noise. You held Boba more tightly.

“My… my woman?” His mouth was dry.

“We sleep in here so you know who your family is.” You kissed his chest. “We’re both yours… if you want us.”

Boba felt like he might have a heart attack. Did he dare tell you the truth? You tightened you embrace, sighing sleepily.

“You really… want me?” His heart beat wildly as he asked quietly.

You nodded, “We both love you, you know.”

He looked down at you in the darkness. You tilted your head up towards his face. After a second of stillness, you moved forward and kissed his lips very lightly. He gasped, his fingers digging into your skin as he returned the kiss. It deepened slowly.

You broke the kiss gently to ask, “You do know we love you? That I love you?”

“Mmm but…” he mumbled noncommittally.

You pulled your sleep shirt over your head and pushed him down into the mattress. He allowed it, shocked. He could just make out the silhouette of your curves in the night. Straddling him, you leaned down to kiss up his throat to his mouth. Your tits came into contact with his chest. He moaned loudly into your mouth as his hands went to your hips. He thrust upwards while pulling them down, the tip of his already hard cock nestling into the space between your legs. Continuing to moan, he desperately ground himself into you through your clothing.

You kissed from his open mouth to his ear, “I’m tired of waiting. Can’t tonight be the night?”

“For.. mm.. what?” He was straining against you, holding himself back.

“Don’t you want me?”

He grunted something unintelligible, pulling you against himself, his strong hands holding you firmly. His body was tense; about to snap. “I want you… I want you to be mine,” you kissed his neck.

Boba snarled, flipping over so that you were underneath him. Grunting, he tore your panties off and grabbed your inner thighs. Pulling them apart, he undid his pants hastily. You watched, your pussy getting wetter at the image of his cock coming out of his clothing. You arched your back, anticipating. He appeared over you, his cock rubbing into your folds. Covering your mouth with his, he roughly jerked his hips, rubbing deeper into you. Once he found your entrance, he grunted and plunged in, making you keen. His cock stretched your swollen pussy as he began to fuck into you. Grunting and making desperate noises, Boba buried his face in your neck and held you in a tight embrace.

His strokes were sloppy and hard; you could tell he was desperate for attention. Spreading your legs wider, you asked, “Is this as hard as you can fuck?” You scratched your nails down his back. He groaned, hips jerking into you greedily. “Don’t wanna… hurt you,” he ground out between thrusts. Your pussy jumped at this words, “Baby you could never.” Grunting, he grabbed your neck and bit your throat hard. His cock slammed into your drenched cunt, making it tighten and grow hotter. Moaning, you moved your hips rhythmically with his hard strokes, your skin tingling and your pussy tight around his shaft. Panting into your neck, he moaned, “Where can I cum?”

“I wanna feel it dripping out of me later,” you cooed, wrapping your legs around his hips. Grunting desperately, Boba held you by the back of your neck. His other drug down your body, stopping at your waist. Kissing you harshly, he fucked you hard and fast, the bed making a slightly rhythmic squeak. Pounding into you, he made you squeak when he changed his angle slightly. The fire in your pussy grew into a volcano, about erupt. You squirmed under him, mumbling his name to him as your vision blurred around the edges and your head fell back. Your pussy contracted around him, making his hips stutter. “Your pussy..s.. so good..” he ground out as you came on him. You barely heard; you were far away in bliss. Then you came back into your body as Boba’s hard rhythm broke. He stilled deep in you, moaning your name softly as his cock jerked cum into you.

His arms slowly wrapped around you as he rolled onto his back. He pulled you with him so that you were laying on top of him, face pressed into the space between his shoulder and neck. You listened to his heartbeat return to normal. He swallowed. Finally, he murmured, “I… I love you. You and… our girl.”

You smiled into his skin before raising your head to kiss him. He put a hand on the back of your head as you rested it on his broad chest. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Boba quickly pulled a blanket over your bodies as his girl timidly came to the edge of bed. You reached out to her, “Come back to sleep.”

She stood her ground, sniffling. Boba reached to her, “Come to bed, love.”

She looked at Boba, eyes big and tear stained. Boba tried again, “Come to sleep with Mommy and Daddy.” She brightened instantly as you echoed his words. Clambering back into bed, she crawled over the two of you and curled up, looking at you both with big eyes again.

“Go to sleep, baby,” you cooed at her, a gentle hand brushing against her cheek. Her eyes closed, heavy. You hummed to her until she started breathing evenly. Then you returned you head to Boba’s chest. The thud of his heartbeat quieted your mind and you fell asleep. Boba laid awake under you, enjoying the weight of your body on top of him. He hoped this would be the new sleeping configuration. Running a hand down your back, he settled in to sleep. This time he was untroubled.

Part II

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[galacticgraffiti]

I NEED TO SUCK THEM FAT FETT TITS (you know who this is)

i remember getting this ask after i think the first episode of TBOBF and immediately thinking “i actually have no idea who the fuck this is, this could be any number of y’all thirsty whores [affectionate]”

i still do not know who this is tbh, but alas, worshipping booba’s beautiful tiddies would be so much fun

some spice under the cut so minors fuck off

you’d be riding him, his cock buried so deep inside you that it feels like he’s everywhere all at once

but instead of him sitting up, you’d push him back until he laid down, and bend down to kiss his chest while you bounce on his cock

he’d try to sit up again but you’d just shake your head and soothe him, kissing him quickly before wrapping your lips around his nipple and sucking

he’d moan - he would be too surprised to hold it back

and when you asked him if everything’s okay, he wouldn’t respond, just push your head down until you continued playing with his tits

you could suck on them, leave little marks on them, love bites, bruises, cup them, hold them

kiss him in between and tell him how beautiful he looks like this, how much you like feeling his cock twitch inside you every time you run your tongue over his pebbled nipple

“you’re so sensitive for me, baby. so pretty like this, moaning for me while i take your cock, you fucking love this, don’t you? you could’ve asked me, oh baby how i would have loved to do this earlier, worship your perfect tits with everything i have until you come for me.”

#:)))) #having THOTS #yes this would be fun #galas requests #anon request #gala answers #spring cleaning #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba x reader #boba x you #spice smuggling

[blurbsndrabbles]

More than Enough (Boba Fett x Reader)

Hello! This is my fic debut, and also extremely self-indulgent, haha. Using this as my way to cope with a certain situation, so if this seems oddly specific, it is. Please forgive me if it's a bit OOC or rigid, it's my first fic! :) Hope you enjoy regardless!

Summary: Boba comforts you after a bad breakup. (2644 words)

Warnings: none! fluff only <3

There was something different about you.

Not the kind of different that he had originally noticed, the way you spoke to everyone so considerately, or the way you carried yourself, humble yet confident, not even your smile, dimpled and soft, which made any room light up from the sight.

No. Something was different than that, something wrong.

It was laughable that he, Boba Fett, famed bounty hunter and now Daimyo, was so concerned about a slight change in the attitude of a simple girl, however judging by your distressed expression and few interactions with the patrons, it wasn't a slight change at all.

And Boba knew by now he couldn't keep pretending that you were a simple girl.

You'd only been in Mos Espa, but he'd taken note of you instantly. It was one thing to survive on Tatooine, that was an achievement on its own, but you had made a life for yourself, opening up a successful cantina and climbing up the business change, free of corruption and with nothing but your own dedication and perseverance.

Well, perhaps the favor of the Daimyo helped a smidge.

It was true that he had originally only visited the cantina as protocol, just a quick inspection, all the business had been done, there wasn't much reason for him to stay, and he didn't care to schmooze with drunk strangers. It was Fennec, far too knowing for her own good, who pressured him to stay and meet the owner she'd been raving about. He relented, only because anyone worthy of Fennec Shand's praise was at least potentially useful down the line.

You instantly found your way to their booth, face lit up as you greeted them, only for that smile to fall once Fennec had introduced him, replaced by wide eyes and a tense demeanor. It wasn't fear, necessarily- he'd seen enough of that to identify it- but something more akin to discomfort. He couldn't explain why, but upon seeing your face he felt his stomach twist into knots. He wanted to see you smile, though he couldn't for the life of him understand why he had such a ridiculous thought.

You introduced yourself and shook his hand, staying quiet as Fennec talked his ear off about you. He couldn't help but notice the small blush that grew with every compliment, a bit of that cheeky smile slipping back in the more comfortable you got, or rather as Fennec laid out your entire life story for him.

Your family had been on Tatooine for years, and made their day jobs in trading goods. It was a one-time gamble that had granted you a small handful of money, which you promptly and perhaps hastily decided to open a cantina with, choosing to employ those who'd suffered the most under Bib Fortuna's reign. It was clear you had no love for the previous overlords, and certainly an abundance of sympathy and care for those who'd been hurt by them.

Maybe that was why he mistrusted you initially. Boba was used to deviancy and the two-faced nature of the world. He found it hard to believe that anyone could truly have pure intentions. It was connections you were after, perhaps a criminal boost for the budding business?

He told himself that was the reason he returned each day once business was done, to investigate your ulterior motives, and each day he returned to the palace more defeated than the last.

Not only were you warming up to him, daring to grace him finally with the beautiful smile you showed to everyone but him, but everyone he'd talked to only said good things about you, and none of his trusted connections had any reason to suspect there were any behind the scenes deals going on.

Boba was faced with a daunting truth, you truly were just a kind-hearted person trying - and succeeding- to make their way in the world, and somehow had remained unscathed by the cruelness of the industry. A bit of pride swelled up in him on your behalf. He expected to be disappointed with his discovery, but instead, he was...relieved.

Even though he was done with his investigation, his visits to the cantina were not. After about a month, you'd fully warmed up to him, dared to call him a friend even, although something in his chest ached at the word friend.

It was a few months past then when he'd noticed the change in you.

Like any other day, he'd drudged through his duties and headed to the cantina, only to see you sitting at the booth he frequented, head in your hands.

Upon seeing him, you plastered on a fake smile and beckoned him over, wiping at your obvious tear stains.

"Little one," he murmured, voice strained.

He hated this, seeing you in pain made him ache like nothing else. He'd seen violence and war, been through much more than the average person could imagine, yet this...this, he couldn't bear.

At his endearment, your face twitched, defenses crumbling, and you moved to escape his view quickly, though not quickly enough. He caught you by the arm gently, only enough to keep you there.

"Please, don't hide away from me mesh'la,"

You sat back down across from him, albeit rather reluctantly, sniffling as the tears now fell freely.

"It's nothing, I- It's certainly nothing to bother you with, Boba," you managed a small smile. "I'll be fine,"

He frowned at that, hand having moved from arm to enclosing your own smaller one.

"Mesh'la," he repeated, "I'm not trying to pry, but trust me, whatever it is, bottling it up won't do you any good. If not me, then Fennec, or someone else."

You furrowed your brows, examining him with such scrutiny he might've chuckled had the situation not been so serious.

"No...no. I want to talk to you,"

His heart lept a little, though he maintained his composure.

With a sigh, you ran your hand across your face.

"It's just, I was seeing someone the past few months. Some New Republic pilot I grew up with. We reconnected a while ago, and oh, I don't know, maybe I was too desperate for someone to love me, that I didn't bat an eye when he asked me out. I just...believed that he felt as strongly as I did without thinking. He couldn't stay here, naturally, so I only ever saw him sometimes, when business brought him to the outer rim. But a few days ago, he ended things, said he thought we worked better as friends and that he didn't want to lose the friendship we had. I couldn't understand it at all, until..."

Boba reached out and squeezed your hand softly.

"Until I was out one day and caught a glimpse of him outside his family's home, with another pilot, a girl, acting as if he'd been with her the whole time, and not me,"

He cursed quietly, anger bubbling. If he ever saw that shabuir in his city-

You let out a shaky breath. "Oh kriff, Boba, I just don't understand. Was I not good enough for him? I know I moved far too quickly but, I thought-"

He narrowed his eyes. "You are more than enough. I've known you for a handful of months and I know you are worth far more than you give yourself credit for. If some boy couldn't appreciate you after a lifetime of knowing you, then to hell with him," he grumbled, a slight snarl escaping his otherwise successful attempt at remaining calm.

You seemed to perk up a bit at that.

"You really think so?"

"I do, and anyone else who truly knew you would know exactly how wonderful you are,"

Cheeks tinged red, you offered a small but genuine smile this time.

"Thank you Boba, I guess I...I really did need to talk about it,"

The otherwise gruff bounty hunter tilted his head softly in response. "It's the least I can do,"

You cleared your throat, jumping up from the table.

"Let me get you your drink,"

As he reached to pull out the coins, you waved him off.

"Seriously, I tell you every time you don't need to pay, and I'm certainly not taking no for an answer this time. I'll drag Fennec in here if I have to!" You pouted, hands on your hips.

He held up his hands in mock surrender and smiled as you walked to the bar.

It was true, he realized, that he was most certainly falling for you, and this could not have been worse timing to realize. Not only had you just gone through a breakup, but what if eventually he told you, and you reciprocated? He was terrified of the possibility that he might hurt you just as badly, if not worse. He had no clue what love entailed, hell, he barely understood his own feelings.

Boba Fett was a man unafraid of most mortal terrors, but the prospect of love sent pure fear rushing through him.

So he did what he knew best, and stuffed his feelings deep down where even he could forget about them. A friend was what you needed, not a scarred old man who daydreamed about snatching you away from the sorrows of the world. And a friend was what he would be. Just a friend.

It had been a few months since you'd been broken up with. Although it had stung at first, reflection had done you wonders, and sure enough, it didn't take long for you to be back on your feet. Boba had been right in the end, not that that surprised you in the slightest, and accepting your own self-worth had been key to realizing that you did deserve love, but it certainly hadn't been with the fling you'd put so much hope into.

Hope was all it had been, not genuine connection or love, just a desire and hope to find those things, it was the humiliation and failure that stung the most.

As much as you swore off men and dating all those months since it had happened, you could never get your mind off of Boba Fett. He didn't make it any easier by frequenting your cantina daily for nothing more than some small talk. From a business standpoint, you'd rather he come in to buy something, but personally, it frustrated you that you could never pinpoint his emotions towards you.

It bothered you that despite your closeness, he never seemed to open up much, and it astounded you how you could feel as if you'd known someone your whole life and know so little about them. But Boba was Boba, and he had walls that needed a good cracking and time to do so.

How you wanted to be the one to bring them down.

Even before you'd gotten together with your ex, it was Boba who'd entranced you from the first meeting. He wasn't unknown by any means, and yet was still so mysterious. You weren't oblivious to the fact that he had been guarded around you originally, and you partly blamed that on yourself for acting so squeamish when you'd met. Over time, you'd worn him down a little, and eventually, befriended him, or at least you hoped you had. You could never truly tell with him, though he was certainly warmer, and occasionally, on a very good day, he might crack a smile.

Those were the days you treasured the most.

Had you not been seeing someone, maybe you'd have realized sooner that you were falling for him. Hard. But there was also a small part of you that had realized, and in a panic, maybe that was why you sought out someone else so desperately. The idea that someone so powerful, so ruggedly handsome, so extraordinary, would want you, seemed laughable. Little did you know he had been thinking something similar.

He had truly hit the nail on the coffin with his comforting words. It was truly a horrible time to realize you had such strong feelings for someone, but there was no more denying it. You had liked him for all that he was, and all that you knew he could be. Seeing a little of his hidden compassion sneak to the surface made you desperate to unlock more of it, to see the true Boba buried away under his coldness and indifference. You wanted to be the one he showed that side to, but certainly not as a friend.

Despite this, you knew better now than to rush, and certainly you knew he was worth waiting for.

It was months later when you finally worked up the courage to tell him how you felt.

You'd just arrived to the cantina as normal when you saw him there once again, eyes elsewhere as he enjoyed a glass of spotchka.

You waited, watching him daydream from the bar counter, until he noticed your presence and you snapped back to reality, finally daring to walk over.

His eyes twinkled a bit as he met your gaze, and your heart jumped. You had to say something, or you'd be making a fool out of yourself every time you saw him.

As if he could see your discomfort, he reached out a hand.

"What's troubling you, cyare?" He said, voice rough yet sweet.

Stars, his voice, and those honeyed words. You didn't need to speak Mando'a to hear the affection laced into them. Whether that affection was the kind you craved was the real question.

With a sigh, you pushed his hand away softly. Hand-holding was probably not the best situation in which to divulge this, not that it was anything more than a comforting gesture, his own form of other's sweet words that were so rare for him to speak.

His brows knit together, head tilted slightly.

Now or never.

"Boba, I appreciate you being here for me, as a friend," you began.

He swallowed, nervousness visible on his face for the first time since you met him, and it nearly rendered you speechless. He waited for you to continue.

"But truthfully, I...I can't continue just being friends."

His eyes widened ever so slightly.

"I care about you Boba, not just as a friend, but...something more. I have for a while, but I was just so kriffing scared of what you'd say, you're so important to me, and I didn't want to ruin that, but now I know I can't keep kidding myself. I want to be with you."

His sharp intake of breath and lack of reaction made you wince, but he quickly took both of your hands in his own large, calloused ones.

"Cyar'ika," He whispered, running his thumb over your knuckles, an action that sent shivers down your spine, "I'm not a man easy to love. And I'm not sure I know how to myself."

You tried to speak, but he cut you off.

"But, I can't deny either that you're far more than a friend to me as well. If you're certain of this...of me," he brought his lips to your knuckles, "I would be honored to be yours, mesh'la, if you can be patient with me,"

You couldn't contain the grin you had held back anymore, near ecstatic as he brought his lips to your own, soft and delicate yet hungry and aching, and it took everything you had to pull away softly, seeing nothing but pure adoration in his eyes.

You might've questioned the reason for your past heartbreak in the past, but you never would again. It was undoubtedly for the better, if it brought you to Boba.

"Does this mean you'll finally tell me what these little pet names of yours mean?" you asked with a smirk.

He grimaced, clearly a bit embarrassed at your discovery.

"Absolutely not."

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[dreamlandcreations]

Second Chances masterlist

Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

Summary: You were seeking revenge but fate had other plans…

Part 1 • Ghosts of the Past ⚡

Part 2 • Problems of the Present 🔥⚡

Part 3 • Dreams of the Future 🔥🧸

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

#<3 I’m ovulating teehee #gochujang #boba time #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x yn #bakugo x you #bakugou self insert

[bon-sides-sw]

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[acatalystrising]

It’s officially been three years since THAT SCENE and I think all the Boba simps had their brain chemistry altered. Mine included. 🫡

This scene has borne so much smutty filth and I will not apologize…

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[omaano]

The Mandalorian meets Hades for @bobadinweek AU Bingo (because there is a very limited number of Video Games I play (3), and since I couldn't make Hollow Knight work, Hades it was)

A million thanks to @firstofficerwiggles for helping out with the dialogue (any fault is due to my tweaking, their lines were fantastic and amazing!), and for helping me realize that Din would make the most perfect player character (he takes on every single side quest available - after heaving a world-weary sigh, but still - just so he can provide an extra frog/bottle of blue milk (nectar) for the kid he probably acquires after passing one chamber? Good and proficient with any weapon you throw at him? everyone he bumps into throws themself at him to help him on his quest (and possibly have a crush on him)? *chef's kiss* perfect fit!! I didn't feel like scrapping Din's little icon, keepsake and companion stuffie tho, so you can have them too); and to @tosye for the help with Boba's keepsake (stained glass on Tatooine? hell yeah! Also Boba looks like the type who totally gives you a pocketful of sand with that fancy black melon just to fuck with you. Din would probably kind of even appreciate it, the nerd)

(Backgrounds are screenshots from my latest and lamest playthrough)

More of this AU: Finished DinCobb Hades AU - Boba WIP - Cobb WIP - Din WIP

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Say Yes

Bounty Hunter Boba Fett x Female Reader

Content & Trigger Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): fluff, heavy suggestive themes, protective!Boba, Mandalorian!Boba, light angst, non-descriptive sex

Word Count: 2.5k

A young, handsome bounty hunter on Tatooine makes it a daily intention to ask you to marry him.

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Mando’a Translations: cyar’ika – darling / sweetheart riduur – partner / spouse “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde” – marriage vows

“Marry me, cyar’ika.”

You glance up from the worn open tome resting on the counter in front of you. “Again? Really, Boba?”

The Mandalorian helmet, dented with flaking green paint, tilts slightly to the right. “You called me ‘Boba’ this time,” teases the bounty hunter.

You roll your eyes and push off from the counter, cheeks heating even as you grumble in false irritation.

Boba Fett, Jabba the Hutt’s favorite mercenary for hire, has asked you to marry him every day for several weeks now. And each time, you have refused him. For the first few, you were overly polite. But as his attempts continued, your polite rejections transformed into snarky quips and blatant dismissals.

It’s not like you don’t find the man attractive. Underneath the armor is an incredibly handsome man, and his attention has always been sincere. But Boba Fett is a dangerous man, and you’re just a simple shopkeeper trying to make a living in Mos Espa. In that regard, the two of you are incompatible no matter how much he persists and chases after you.

“I like how you say my name,” continues Boba, his voice a soft purr. “Sounds beautiful on your tongue.”

“And you are too forward,” you snap, knowing that your sharpness is just a cover. Which is silly, because you do like him, and Boba seems to understand this. Boba burrows beneath your skin, and you cannot dig him out.

“Am I?” he asks with mock offense. You really want to throttle him, but you also really want to kiss him.

“Yes. I don’t know how many times I have to say this, Fett,” you emphasize, deliberately using his last name. “But a ‘no’ is a ‘no’ even if you don’t like it.”

Yep. Push him away. Keep pushing. Maybe he’ll take the hint this time.

Boba Fett stands tall, arms crossed over his chest, one hip slightly popped. With the helmet on, you have no idea what his expression might be or what he’s feeling. Not knowing is maddening, and it quickens your heartbeat, a growing tingle buzzing in the tips of your fingers.

“So, all those touches meant nothing to you?” he asks with just the faintest hint of roughness in his tone.

“Yes,” you lie.

Boba shifts on his feet, shoulders straightening. “What about all the kisses you’ve given me? Hm? Nothing?”

Kriffing hell, why is this man always so direct? It’s nice that Boba is good about telling you what he wants and what he’s thinking for the most part, but it always catches you off-guard. It makes you weak, melting you into goo that he can mold however he wishes.

“Those are not enough to build a marriage, Boba,” you shrug. “There has to be more.”

“But there is more.” He steps around the counter, stepping into your space. “Isn’t there?”

Boba is right. There is more. There has always been more. Whenever Boba is on Tatooine, he is visiting you, talking with you, bringing you gifts, fixing things around the shop without you having to ask. He has offered to take you out after you’ve closed shop. He routinely takes a personal interest in your safety and security. Because of that, no one bothers you or tries to harass additional credits out of you. They stay away and respect you because they see you as Boba’s woman.

And it isn’t only that. He only ever speaks softly to you. He only ever treats you with respect and shows general interest in your life. The most maddening thing is how many women have actively shown their interest in him to his face, and he has brushed them all aside. Even after all these refusals on your end, Boba still declines their advances, and shows up at your shop each day insisting that you marry him.

“Why do you keep denying this, cyar’ika? You know I’d make you happy.” Boba is standing too close, almost on top of you.

“The shop is closed,” you reply. “If you’re not going to make a purchase, you should leave.”

Boba nods his head and backs up, reaching for an item off the shelf without looking. He deposits some credits on the counter, much more than what the item is actually worth.

“I’ll return tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder, tapping the counter as he makes his exit.

The soft chime that alerts you to when the front door opens echoes throughout the room.

You’re in the backroom organizing. It’s the next day, and Boba hasn’t shown himself yet. This might be him, but it’s likely not. There are times when Boba does not come, and you are fully aware that those are times when Jabba sends him off for a job.

“Sorry. We’re closed.” You step out from the backroom and immediately freeze.

Three Nikto bikers loiter in the middle of the shop. It’s evident that they are not here to purchase anything. Their dark eyes roam over the shelves and tables, but once they notice you, they focus in, drawing closer.

“Apologies,” you say, attempting to project your voice, to sound tougher than you are. “We’ve closed for the evening. If there is something you need right away, I can ring you up. Otherwise, you’ll need to leave.” You do your best to keep your voice steady and calm, but you hear the gentle shake.

“This street is our new territory,” hisses the leader of the group. “We were stopping by to offer our…services.”

Services, meaning protection, meaning “pay us or you’ll be a target.”

Tatooine might be overrun with crime lords and criminal activity, but the main powers at play are not known to harass the smaller folks just trying to make a living. These are outliers. These are individuals who answer to no one but themselves, and believe they can carve a piece out for their own gain.

Rarely are they ever successful, but that doesn’t mean they don’t try.

Just as you open your mouth to reply, the soft chime comes again. This time everyone turns and you sigh with relief when you see who it is.

“Boba Fett,” says the Nikto slowly. His shoulders stiffen and they all put their hands on their blasters.

The bounty hunter does no answer right away. His helmet moves, scanning the Nikto, and then you, assessing. Even from across the shop, you sense Boba’s anger. There are few things that rile him up, but you’re one of them.

“It’s not smart moving in on Jabba’s territory. Or to harass what’s mine.” When Boba says mine, he growls it. The possessiveness in his tone heats your flesh, sends a sharp spike of desire down to your belly.

The Nikto all glance at each other before the leader addresses Fett. “We didn’t know the female was yours, Boba.” He holds his hands out in a placating gesture, indicating that he didn’t mean any harm. Yet you know that isn’t true. Their intention from the start was to harass you for credits.

You scoff at female but decide to let it go.

“I think it’s best that you leave.” Boba steps to the side.

The duo glance at their leader for direction. The Nikto’s features are impassive, but he eventually inclines his head, exiting as Boba insist they do. When the last one leaves, Boba momentarily glances in your direction. The door stands open, and Boba exits with him.

When it whooshes shut, you sprint over to the wall panel, immediately engaging the lock and shuttering the windows. You stand in the silent shop for a few minutes trying to calm your heartrate. Once it’s manageable, and not beating so hard it might burst from your chest, you head upstairs to your small apartment above the shop.

By the time you’re curled up in bed, you’re no longer anxious, but there is the slightest bit of tension that lingers in your limbs. Sighing, you turn over in the bed, only to hear the brief pulse of a jetpack shutting off and boots on the small balcony outside your bedroom window.

Slowly, you push up to sitting, the bedsheets falling to your waist. You know it’s Boba. He does this some nights. Camps out and protect you in the only way he knows how because you’re too stubborn to take him up on his numerous marriage proposals.

Tonight, it’s obvious as to why he’s out there. Part of you is reluctant to leave him outside. You’d prefer it if he were with you, within arm’s reach, to see him without the helmet. Plus, nights on Tatooine can grow cold. You want him inside where it’s warm.

On quiet feet, you go to the door that leads outside. Opening it silently, you stick your head out into the chilly air, finding Boba as he leans against the exterior wall, arms crossed.

“You should be in bed, cyar’ika,” chides Boba playfully.

You swallow, suddenly nervous now that you’re confronting him. “Do you want to come inside?” you ask, a bit hesitantly.

Maybe it’s the uncertainty in your tone, or the way you shrink back a bit into the interior of the room, because Boba is suddenly alert, all of his attention attuned to you.

Boba immediately pushes off from the wall and approaches you, his hand on the door, pushing it wider. “Are you hurt? Did one of them touch you?”

You shake your head vehemently. “No. I’m fine. Promise.”

Boba’s chest heaves slightly but you’re not sure if it’s from his sudden movement or a releasing of relief. He glances over his shoulder at Mos Espa, the t-shaped visor of his helmet fixated on the city’s skyline. Turning back, Boba nods.

You step away from the door and Boba enters. Even with the door closed and the windows’ shutters slanted to dim the moonlight, some of it still spills over the room like tiny white rivers.

His helmet hisses as the pressure seal disengages. Slowly, Boba lifts the helmet off his head and sets it aside on a nearby table. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, the ends sticking up slightly after he does so. With the faintest movement, Boba turns, and that moonlight cuts sharp glowing lines over his face, highlighting tanned skin and dark eyes.

You don’t even realize you’re moving closer to him until Boba grabs you by the waist and pulls you against his armor-clad body. Instinctively, your hands reach out, locking onto the beskar. Boba’s head dips and yours rises to meet him automatically, and yet there is no connection. It is simply holding, a waiting between two hesitant people.

“You haven’t asked me to marry you today,” you murmur.

The corner of Boba’s lips turns upward in a soft smile. “Will you marry me, cyar’ika?”

“No,” you say automatically, before the two of you start laughing.

“Let’s try that again.” Boba reaches up and cradles your cheek. “Cyar’ika. Will you marry me? Will you allow me to speak the words of my people? And will you speak them back?”

The words of his people. The Mandalorian marriage vows. You are distinctly aware of what they are and what they mean. Which is why Boba’s earnestness isn’t fake to you. Mandalorians take their weddings vows seriously even though the process of exchange is simple. It is the intention behind the exchange that is most important to them.

That is how you know Boba speaks the truth, that him asking you to marry him is a genuine desire of his.

“Passion does not make a relationship,” you reply.

The answer is a shift away from actually having to answer. How many times have you and Boba ended up on the floor of the backroom after rejecting him? It’s more than you can count on your hands.

“That’s all this is to you?” he laughs. “You know I can give you more. I do more than that now.”

You curl forward a bit, rest your forehead against the beskar. “I’m scared,” you whisper.

“Of what?”

“Of what will change.”

Boba’s fingers brush under your chin and lightly guide your gaze back to his. “I wouldn’t ask you to give anything up.”

“Yes, but—”

Boba gives the slightest shake of his head and you instantly quiet. “Do you want me?” he asks. “Tell the truth.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want you,” you breathe, allowing the words to drip off your tongue.

“May I have one of your kisses?” he asks softly, one gloved thumb lightly pressing down on your bottom lip.

“Yes,” you breathe.

Boba closes the distance, forms perfectly to you. It is slow and delicate and sweet. Your body hums with energy, and when you press for more, Boba growls and pulls back, hastily ripping off his gloves to reveal his bare hands.

Then he’s cupping the side of your face, drawing you back to him, tasting and tasting and tasting until your fingers are clawing at him in desperation. When he breaks the kiss, you still lean forward as if you can reach him.

“Then repeat the words with me, cyar’ika. Become my riduur.”

Boba presses his lips to yours, draws forth an air-stealing shiver from deep within your lungs.

“Mhi solus tome.”

“Mhi solus tome,” you repeat.

We are one together.

Boba slides an arm around your waist to drape softly over your curves. “Mhi solus dar’tome,” he says.

You say it back to him. “Mhi solus dar’tome.”

We are one when parted.

“Mhi me’dinui an.”

“Mhi me’dinui an.”

We share all.

This time, Boba slots his pelvis against yours, and you understand his heated intention.

“Mhi ba’juri verde.”

“Mhi ba’juri verde,” you say with shaky breath.

We will raise warriors.

Boba snuggles the side of your neck, breathes in your scent. “I’d like to lay with my riduur.” His fingers find the edge of your sleeping robes.

“As long as I can have my riduur the same way.”

Boba grins against your throat. Together, the two of you remove his armor, piece by piece by piece. The moment his flightsuit is unzipped and he steps out of it, Boba is on you, drawing your lips to his, desperately claiming what is now so rightfully his.

Your own clothes are gone before making it to the bed. Boba runs his hands over your back, sliding down to lift you into his arms. Your legs wrap around his middle, and Boba carries you off, placing you gently onto your back.

His mouth upon your skin is a brand. Hot. Searing. It goes lower, lower still until you’re crying out for him, begging for him to be with you as your riduur should. Boba is happy to do so, sliding between your thighs so perfectly, you both lose yourselves momentarily before becoming nothing but a raging storm, waves crashing into each other repeatedly until one of you breaks.

Rest does not come until the morning suns begin to ascend over the horizon. You do not open your shop. And Boba does not return to Jabba’s palace.

There is peace for a while.

Harmony.

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[bobathirstaccount]

Slut

Boba x fem!reader, smut, developing relationship, bit of fluff

TW: consensual slightly rough sex

***

Boba watched as you danced to the cantina music. You were out there alone, holding your own against the Twi’lek entertainers. He sighed and took a sip of his booze. Surely you had no interest in him, but that didn’t stop him from having an interest in you.

Suddenly you turned in his direction. You motioned to him to join you. He sat, stunned. After a moment, he felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing him out of his seat. “Go already,” Din said under his breath.

You had returned to your carefree dancing, but when he approached you, you again motioned towards him. He walked into your waiting embrace. The music played, going on about sex. He gulped, trying to not think about sex with you. It didn’t work.

You turned and sung some of the lyrics to him, “Lacing up my naughty girl shoes…” You ran your hands up his strong arms and wrapped them loosely around his neck. Leaning in even closer, you continued to sing-song the lyrics, “You know I’m a slut for you.”

Boba’s eyes widened but he tried to play it cool; it was just a dumb song after all. You inched closer, rubbing your tits against his chest and tightening your grip on his neck. You really were getting into this song, he thought, helplessly. Your low-cut top shifted and he realized you were not wearing a bra. He almost drooled at the sight of your nipples. Your tits were on full display for a moment that seemed to Boba to last forever. Then you twirled around, releasing him. He sighed in both relief and disappointment.

But you had more plans. You grabbed his hands and wrapped them around your waist, placing them on your stomach. You backed into him, grinding and rubbing his hands all over yourself. He tried to keep his hands from squeezing, but when you stopped at your tits he couldn’t help it. He leaned into you, groaning unconsciously while he lightly squeezed you. You let go of his hands. He eagerly slid them firmly down your torso to your hips. Holding you in place, he ground himself into you.

Someone from the crowd bumped into Boba, reminding him you were still in public. He started to loosen his grip, but you wouldn’t let him. The loud music and the crowd pressing in made Boba uneasy. But you wouldn’t stop teasing him, and despite himself, he didn’t want it to end. He gave in and pressed you into himself. Sliding his hands up your torso, he stopped when they were covering your tits. He leaned into your neck. His breath fanned across your skin as he said, low so that you could barely hear, “What do you want?”

You took one hand and grabbed one of Boba’s. Without hesitation you slid it down your body to the hot place between your legs. He groaned into your skin as he followed your instruction, stroking your clit through your leggings with his thick fingers. You squeezed your thighs together, pussy tight and close to cumming. But you wanted him inside of you.

You took his hands in yours and started to pull him through the crowd. Some guy got in your path, dancing towards you. Boba pulled you a step back, but the guy just followed. Unreasonably angered, Boba punched him in his ridiculous face. He was not about to get cock blocked by some punk.

You had turned around, and were leaning into his ear, “You just laid that guy out.” You were laughing. Boba’s mood improved, but he still felt impatient. You turned and started to lead him through the crowd again. Heart pounding, he followed.

You ended up at the edge of the bar. Boba looked to you for guidance. You sat down primly. He sat next to you, pulling the bar stool as close as he could to you. Your knees touched. You leaned in extremely close, your lips lightly touching Boba’s ear, “Buy me a drink before I suck your cock?”

He blinked. Did you just say that? He waved the bartender over, a pretty Twi’lek. She batted her eyes at him, probably trying for a nice tip. Boba impatiently ordered two fire whiskeys. She sauntered off. He turned back to you. You were smiling knowingly, “Flirting with the bartender?”

“Hardly,” he rolled his eyes. You snickered, then grabbed his hand. You placed it in the crease of your hip, his thumb right above your pussy. He felt his pulse rise again. “Well don’t you want to get me riled up so I’ll do a good job?” You teased. He didn’t know what to do. The drinks came, the bartender seeming to linger a moment. Boba turned his head from her to focus on you. He slid his thumb down a centimeter. Then another. Your mouth opened slightly. He swiped a tentative thumb over your clit. You moaned, then snapped your mouth shut and laughed darkly. You spread your legs very slightly wider. It was very subtle, but he got the message. Sliding down further, he rubbed your clit with his forefinger while his thumb founder your entrance through your clothing. Pushing inwards, he groaned. He felt your hot wetness seeping through your pants. Now rock hard, he tried to contain himself. You gyrated against him. “Make me cum later?”

Boba nodded eagerly, unable to speak he was so shocked. You downed your drink in one chug, then said lightly, “Well now that I’m done drinking…” You licked your lips suggestively as you closed your thighs around his hand. Your knees brushed against his. His hand twitched, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. Grinding on his hand, you simultaneously leaned in and and pulled Boba closer. You kissed his cheek right next to his mouth, lingering for a moment. After a slight pause you kissed his lips. Boba’s eyes closed as he kissed you back.

Someone bumped into you. You broke the kiss as you were shoved into the bar. Boba pushed the offending party away with one hand while he reached for you with the other. “Are you oka—“ You interrupted him by throwing your arms around his neck. Hanging off him, you asked coyly, “Will you take me home and take care of me?”

Without a word, Boba swept you up and returned hurriedly to the table where Din now sat alone. He tried to casually collect his and your things. Din nodded his head knowingly. You were too busy dancing against Boba to notice, but he caught it. It was annoying. He didn’t need emotional support to get laid. Did he?

He shook his head, over his moment of self doubt. Putting an arm around your waist, he gently pulled you along. Outside in the street, he pulled you a bit closer to keep you safe. It was always best to be careful. You snuggled into him, your hands burrowing into his clothing.

By the time you made it to your place, he was nearly carrying you. You cheerfully keyed the code for your door, which slid open noiselessly. You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him inside.

“So you want your dick sucked now?” You asked before kissing him. When you finally came up for air, he tried to casually say, “Well if that’s what you want…”

You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. “What I want is your cock in me… we can do that a few ways.” Boba groaned, rock hard again. He throbbed, thinking of fucking you. You ground yourself into him, rubbing your cunt directly against the head of his cock through your thin leggings and his now maddeningly thick pants.

He walked forward and pushed you into the wall. Hastily undoing his pants, he murmured, “Drop your pants…”

You hurriedly dropped your legs to the ground and started to pull your leggings down. Impatient, Boba grabbed you and spun you around, smooshing your front against the wall. He pulled your hips out so your ass was presented to him. He took one hand and ran it up from the base off an asscheek to your hip. You felt his other hand wiggle its way between your legs. He slid a foot between your legs and used it to kick one of your legs out.

His hand burrowed into your pussy lips, finding your wet, tight entrance. He circled it slowly, driving you crazy. “Please, take care of me, baby,” you pleaded. Boba’s hand withdrew. For a moment, you were alone. Your skin tingled in anticipation and your pussy was throbbing with need. You moaned, desperate.

You felt his powerful arms wrap around you as his cock slide into the wet place between your legs. He stopped just short of penetrating you. He held you lovingly, but said into your ear darkly, “Tell me how much you want it.”

You dissolved into a series of mumbled ramblings. Seemingly satisfied, he pushed his hips forward, thrusting fully into you in one stroke. You keened at the sensual intrusion, desire and anticipation making you clutch around him. He grabbed your tits with both hands, and laid his head against the back of your neck. Without further conversation, he started to fuck into you, slowly but building intensity quickly.

You urged him on, bucking your hips and begging him to go harder. He slid a hand up from your chest to your throat and squeezed lightly. “Who are you a slut for?” He asked, voice low.

“You.” You turned your neck around to look at him. He raised his head and kissed you, then stopped fucking you with his cock fully inside of you. His hands roamed your body as you felt him in your pussy. Squeezing your tits, he groaned, “I could fuck you all night.” Your pussy clutched at his words, making his cock jump. “So needy for me, hmmm…” he stroked you once. Twice. Then was still again.

You were starting to get desperate. He played with your nipples and kissed your shoulder. You begged for more. His breath hot on the back of your neck, Boba asked, “So desperate to get fucked?” You shivered, “It’s just you that makes me desperate.”

He moaned softly. His hands slid to your hips. Grabbing you firmly, he began to fuck you again. “Just me? You wanna spread your legs for just me?” He fucked into you hard as you panted, “This pussy’s just for you, baby.”

Grunting, he echoed your words, “Just for me.”

His strokes drove you to the edge. You squirmed in his hard embrace, loving every second of it. Boba was also loving it, but something was missing for him. Finally, he knew what it was.

You moaned, unhappy, as he pulled out of you and pulled you away from the wall. “Wait, love…” He picked you up in his arms like you weighed nothing. He hurriedly sat you on the edge of your couch. His hands went to your thighs, spreading them. He grabbed your face and kissed you forcefully as he reentered you. Caught off guard, you were momentarily overwhelmed. But you quickly returned the kiss feverishly, throwing your arms around his neck.

One of Boba’s hands went to your ass. He gripped it, holding you in place as he kissed and fucked you hard. In a hazy cloud, you wrapped your legs around him. He groaned, both hands going to your hips. You broke the kiss to beg, “Harder.”

His eyes went dark as he murmured, “Do you want it rough?”

“Ohmygosh, yes,” you pleaded.

A hand shot up to grab the base of your skull. He gripped you with incredible strength as he flipped you around and tossed you over the couch. Slapping your ass, he started to fuck you again. “Tell me if you like it,” he murmured. One hand grabbed your head as he fucked into you, making you squirm and your legs start to shake.

He pushed you further over the couch, its edge digging into your hips. “Ooh baby,” you started, but were cut off by a sharp smack to you ass. Stinging, the hot sensation trickled down into your pussy.

“Did you like that, you little slut?” Boba’s voice was hard, but with a hint of questioning.

“Yes, but I’ve been so bad… I deserve more.” Your heart nearly beat out of your chest in anticipation as he laughed darkly. You felt another stinging slap across your ass cheek. This time, he didn’t hold back, so it hurt even more. You loved it.

“Baby, you’re taking my cock so well,” his low purr did things to you. You moaned, pussy hot and tight around him. His strokes were hard, his thick cock slamming into you greedily. The drag of his shaft was finally too much and you cried out as you came, gasping for air and limbs going weak. He held you up, “Fuck, oh fuck, good girl…”

Boba cut himself off as he pulled out, groaning your name as he came. His hand loosened on your head momentarily. Before you knew it, he had hauled you up and crushed you into himself. Kissing you softly, he rubbed the small of your back lightly. “I, uhm. I…,” he tried to express himself, feeling vulnerable.

You smiled and waited. Closing your eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder. “You what?”

“Nothing.” He paused, then blurted out, “Can I spend the rest of the night?”

Your heart fluttered. “Of course.”

He mumbled, happy but too embarrassed to say what he was thinking.

“Come to bed, then,” you pushed him away slightly, then grabbed his hand. Pulling him along, you led him to the bedroom. The two of you slipped into your bed. Without hesitation, Boba snuggled into you, making you little spoon. His hand found one of yours again. Holding it, he sighed contentedly. After a quiet moment, he asked softly, “You wanna… like, maybe do this again?”

You had closed your eyes. They flew open. You smiled to yourself before you responded, “Finally. You are really hard to seduce. I asked Din for advice, and he said to just tell you outright… so when that song came on, I knew it was time.”

He tsked, “Slut.”

You laughed softly.

“I’m glad it’s just for me though…” he confessed finally. Smiling to yourself again, you asked sleepily, “Wanna stay for breakfast…?”

Boba kissed the back of your head as you trailed off, asleep. He’d have to have words with Din, but ultimately he was secretly pleased. He snuggled into you.

***

Song lyrics from: Naughty Girl by Qveen Herby

#boba smut #boba fett smut #boba x you #boba fett x you #boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x female reader #boba fett fluff #star wars reader insert #star wars x reader #reader insert

[galacticgraffiti]

Anon because this maybe weird idk i’ve never requested before but i have a thing for like tummies and breathing especally the way they move when someone is masturbating so maybe something like that with boba cause he has such a perfect tummy???? Dying inside. Anything to do with his tummy god please

okay first of all this is not weird because tummies are literally so fucking sexy. i love a little belly, so soft so comforting so beautiful.

and like- the breathing while masturbating NONNIE THAT TOOK ME OUT fuck that's so hot

tiny spice under the cut so NSFW/minors fuck off (soft dom!reader, guided m!masturbation, belly.... kink...?)

thinking about soft-domming older boba

i think he would be down to let go every once in a while and let you take control

and so you'd sit beside him, maybe dressed up in some pretty lingerie, and instructing him gently

"That's it, baby, just like that. You are doing so well for me, you look so pretty like this. Wrap your hand around your cock. Hmm, you're leaking, aren't you? Yeah, you wanna come so bad, I know baby, I know. Not long now, you're being so good for me."

And you can tell how his breath hitches when he gets close, how he breathes deeper into his belly until his toes curl.

"No no, no looking away, pretty boy. Keep looking at me. That's it, look at me while you get off, baby. Oh, listen to the pretty noises you make for me, you look so good like this."

And your eyes fixate on the way his belly heaves, and you can't help but place a hand on Boba's tummy to feel it rise and fall

"Let me feel you come for me, baby."

And that does him in, and to feel him shudder under your hand as his eyes still bear into yours and he spills all over his hand... whew.

#WHEW THAT ONE MADE ME SWEAT #galas requests #anon request #gala answers #spring cleaning #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba x reader #boba x you #spice smuggling

[sprout-fics]

Okay wait I need to know. What would Din Djarin/Paz Vizsla/Boba Fett’s reactions to riduur in lingerie be 👀

A Mandalorian being soft and horny for their S/O in lingerie is something that can be so personal

Boba Fett

Green

It's fucking green, of course

Strappy too, little bands criss-crossing over your curves, hugging your hips, your tits, your thighs

You call to him from your bathroom together in the palace, the one attached to his suite, pausing coquettishly in the doorway as he looks up and stares

He doesn't speak, not at first, but he does blink a few times as a pleased, knowing smile spreads over his lips

"Come closer, little one." He beckons, putting aside the armor he had been tending to, spreading his thighs and inviting you to stand between them

You pace over, feigning shyness, swaying your hips in a canting little walk that has him chuckle before you pause between his legs

His hands cup your ass, and you stand on your toes a little with a gasp, smirking knowingly down at him, hands resting on his shoulders

"and where did you get the funds for this, hmm?" He asks, and snaps one of the bands against your flesh, making you stifle a grinning little yelp

"I...may have borrowed some cash from your account." You tell him cheekily, and Boba raises an eyebrow up at you, his pleased eyes betraying him as he attempts to glower in disapproval

"So it belongs to me, then." He muses, and you do gasp this time when his hands squeeze on your ass, imprinting his fingers there.

"So I shall be the one taking it off."

You don't have time to protest, because he secures his arms around you, topples with you back against silk sheets

Paz Vizsla

He's dumbfounded

You can tell, even with his helmet on. The way Paz freezes when he sees you without your armor, dressed in floaty, gauzy teal underwear tells you everything to know about the expression on his face

It's quickly pushed aside, however, as he stands, uses three long strides to cross the room to where you stand. Your warrior stalks towards you like you perhaps might duck under his grasp, might try and flee

You don't, of course. There's no way you would. Your Paz is safety, warmth, shelter, a bastion of protection that you lay your affections into ceaselessly.

His hands outstretch to you, take the silky, draped fabric between his gloved fingers and holds it aloft as if to examine it. Entirely foreign, unexpected for a man of his resolve and brutal efficiency. Yet endearingly gentle with you as he asks:

"All this...for me?"

You beam up at him, hearing the touch of tenderness, of want in his voice, shifting on your feet so you splay your bare hand flat against his chest plate

"Just for you, Riduur." You purr, balancing on your toes as you stretch up to bestow a chaste little kiss on his Ka'rta, the iron heart where his soul lays.

When he growls, the sound is warm but possessive, shivering through your exposed skin as his hand drops, curls suggestively against the roundness of your hip.

"I think I like you better out of armor" He rumbles, and your eyes dance as you stare up through his visor.

"I think I like you that way too"

The hand at your hip flexes, drags you closer to him so you're pressed flush against his form

"The come and take it off, Riduur."

Din Djarin

It hadn't been the color you originally hoped for, but the options in the Nevarro market had been sparse, so you had to make do

You frown in front of the mirror, fingering the white, delicate, lacy material of the chemise. It's too girlish, you think. Too...virginal. Maybe he'll think it looks silly

You yelp when he knocks on the door of the bathroom behind you, surprise ringing out before you can stop it. Worry instantly colors his voice when he calls out for you, and in your rush to reassure him you knock over a clatter of items from the sink

He opens the door before you an stop him, as you lean back and look up at him nervously

Din freezes, halfway inside, one hand still on the door control.

"What-" He tries, voice tight, strained. "What are you wearing?"

He doesn't like it, you think, and your chin falls to your chest

"I thought...I'd surprise you." You tell him lamely, and for a moment he doesn't move, doesn't breathe.

He moves forward at last, crowds you back into the sink, wedges a beskar clad thigh between yours, lifts your chin to his stare

"You look...really nice." Din manages at last, and for some reason your fearsome bounty hunter sounds shy.

"Really?" You mumble, and Din gives you a tight, quick nod as he swallows.

"Can you take it off?" He asks then. "I want to see you."

You shiver at that, at the clear indication in his voice, but retain enough wherewithal to pout at him.

"I literally just got it on." You whine, and something changes in Din's gaze at that, a subtle shift of his head so the lights of the room don't dance across his visor, darkening his stare. His body shifts, presses closer to you, cold radiating from his armor as his voice dips low in your ear.

"Take it off. Or I will."

(tagging @zwiiicnziiix)

#din djarin x reader #paz vizsla x reader #boba fett x reader #paz vizla x reader #This is so silly #I hope you enjoy

[dreamlandcreations]

Princess

Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You go back to the bar where you met Boba, determined to explore more of that alluring man...

Warnings: mentions of gambling and near death experience, reader has a scar, plot? meh, inexperienced!reader, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, brief cockwarming

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“You shouldn’t have come back here.” Said the voice that haunted your dreams for the past week or so. 

Your eyes meet with his in the mirror behind the bar wall. The smirk you give him in reply is an invitation which he immediately takes. You can feel him getting closer until he is pressed against your back and cages you in between his arms as you are sitting by the counter. 

“Something tells me you are not the kind of man who cares about what should or shouldn’t be done.” Managing to turn around in the tight space, you’re only inches away from him when you continue.  “I do what I want, whenever I want, whoever I want with...” Searching his eyes, showing slight hesitation, you begin to gather your things as you finish the thought. “but if you want me gone...”

He grabs your hand. The touch is light, only meant to get your attention back to him. “That’s not what I said.”

“What are you saying then?”

“I’m saying that a little princess like you doesn’t belong here and could get into really big trouble, real quick. So the smart move would be to leave now and forget this place.” Despite the warning there is no edge to his tone. He wants you to stay and you both know it but you appreciate the concern.

“That doesn’t sound like fun at all.” You pout at him playfully, then let your gaze wander over his leather clad form. “Besides, I think I found something worth the risk.”

He seems to argue with himself for a few seconds but it must have ended in your favour because he offered his hand and introduced himself, repeating your name like a prayer after you did the same.

Not letting you go, he pulled you in the direction of his office and guided you to the couch where you sat down beside him sideways, folding one of your legs and resting your hands on his shoulder and knee.

He looked at you with a tired smile and brushed his knuckles over your cheek. “Are you sure?”

“I chose you.” The statement is confident but he doesn’t quite understand.

“What do you mean?” The question makes you hesitant, you bite your lip as you contemplate how to explain.

“I’ve never been with a man.”

“Princess...” He starts to scold you but you won’t let him.

“I’ve had sex before. Just not with a man.” You hope this is enough to get rid of his doubts but you should have known better.

“I don’t think I’m the right person to be anyone’s first. And this is definitely not the place for it.” He pulls away and pleads you to walk away because he doesn’t have it in him to resist you but you disregard his excuses.

“Forget your doubts. None of that matters now. It’s just you and me.”

The almost aggressive, sudden move makes you jolt a bit but you melt into him as soon as he starts to devour your lips.

You tug at his clothes, finally getting to his skin, you trace the ink with your lips as long as he lets you. He pulls you into his lap and starts to get rid of your clothes as well. The bra follows the shirt and his hands wander over your figure appreciatively.

He halts at the scar on your side, tracing it like it could answer his unsaid question. You grab his hands and place them on your breasts, you knew he let you do it but he doesn’t give in completely. 

When you try to kiss him again he asks you. “What happened?”

“I was attacked, hence the carrier change and the pestering babysitter.” You explain as you rest your forehead against his. Pulling away you see the doubt again and there is regret paired with it now which is close to turning into pitty and that makes you lose your temper.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not broken nor am I doing this on a whim. I just realised I was wasting my time and I want to live how I see fit not by what others think is right.” The ‘because you never know how much time you have’ is left unsaid but he understands.

Of course, that doesn’t stop him from trying to make you change your mind. “Sleeping with an old biker? Is that how you want to spend your time?” 

It only gets him a sceptical eyebrow raise. “Hush, old man. Spare your energy.”

The provocation works, or he let’s you think it does because the next thing you know is that you are flat on your back, Boba is pulling down your pants then getting rid of his and he rubs his hard length along your wet pussy, bumping into your clit with each stroke.

Boba would love to tease you but now is not the time. The tip of his cock penetrates you while you get lost in the comfort of his weight settling on you and the way he kisses you with so much passion and tenderness distracts you from the slight pain of the intrusion. 

He impales you so slowly you can hardly tell his moving at all. A gasp is gets stuck in you as you feel him stretch you open. Your nails digging into his shoulders, marking up his tattoo covered skin in return for the marks his grip will no doubt leave on your thigh and hip. He’s holding himself back, prolonging the moment of your first union and he tries to hold you still while your body arches into his touch.

When he has slid all the way in, he rests above you, looking at your frown and parted lips as you try to breathe again. He feels so impossibly big inside you but the tension seems to fade as you adjust to him. 

With your first deep breath, you moan so loudly it makes your cheeks feel warm up with shame. Boba smiles down at you and you pull him in by a hand on his nape for a messy kiss.

“Move.” The command mumbled against his lips is all it takes. 

He starts to pull back his hips torturously slowly, leaving only the tip in, then he thrust back inside you. He repeats the action, again and again, finally letting you move against him and you try to meet his rhythm. 

Boba grabs your leg and and hooks it around his waist while lifting your ass, finding a new angle that has you helplessly screaming and whining for him. The sounds of skin smacking and his thrust into your squelching wetness fill the room along with your weak moans and his grunts.

He folded over you, hiding his face, nuzzling into your neck. His other hand, the one which is not gripping your hip, sneaked over your head, enveloping you completely while you hold onto him for dear life.

His pace is ever increasing and the strength behind his movements less and less restrained. He fucks you hard and fast, rendering you boneless, trembling mess beneath him. Each time he slides in to the hilt, he grinds against you hard, pressing on your clit and making you even more wet and needy.

It doesn’t take long until you start to beg him. For what, you are not sure but he finds your lips again and muffles your sounds while he gives you no mercy.

There’s a knock on the door but the only indication that he might have heard it is a curse and his quickening pace, which might be a result of you clenching around him.

His cock easily slides in and out of you now, the size is still too much and you felt so full already that it almost hurt but as the pleasure builds it feels like his splitting you in two, hammering in with frightening precision.

You feel him pulsing in you. The thought of him coming inside you and a well-aimed, deep thrust pushes you over the edge. Your back arches, your body goes rigid and you feel intense wetness between your legs while Boba keeps going.

“Oh, fuck. Ah.” You can’t hear yourself scream as your orgasm washes over you. It goes on until you can’t take more.

When your high starts to die down a bit Boba groans above you, he stutters in his movements and then you feel his cum spurt into you until it dribbles down a bit. The feeling of him coming inside you triggers a sort of mini orgasm, your walls spasming around him again with full force and you can’t hold back the whine at the overstimulation. 

Boba collapses on you but he’s making sure not to crush you. Slowly petting him, tracing his tattoos, you are soothing both of you before a laugh escapes you that sends you into a giggling fit. 

He leans back, looking down at you with a smile and he shakes his head. Sitting up, he pulls out of you and a hiss manages to stop the giggles. 

Placing his palms on your thighs, Boba keeps your legs open as he looks at you, smile still plastered on his face as he tries to calm you down with light strokes of his fingers. 

“You are a mess. Did that ever happen before?” For a second his question doesn’t make sense, then you follow his gaze to between your legs where he was admiring how his cum was still dribbling out of you and you realise what that wetness meant which you barely noticed at the heat of the moment.

You shake your head as a no, looking away in embarrassment but he won’t have that. Boba leans down and guides you to meet his gaze by hooking a finger under your chin. He doesn’t say anything, his expression tells it all before he gives you a peck on your lips and a kiss on the tip of your which makes you smile at him shyly.

The next moment Boba scoops you up and walks you into the small bathroom to clean you up and spend some time with you before he has to get back to work.

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊boba time : stealing lip balm꒱

♡ I haven’t been writing like an idiot ! So sorry if my quality is going up and down/ is weird. This isn’t edited and was written on a whim.

Katsuki keeps stealing your lip balms. It isn’t much of an issue until half of your stash is ran through and missing.

You know he has to be the one taking them. Every time you kiss him, he licks his lips a little. Wet tongue swiping over puffy lips, top teeth coming to dig into it. His tongue makes it’s way over his lips again and he lets out a low hum.

Every time except when you’re not wearing a lip balm.

When you aren’t wearing fruity or too-sweet lip balm, he licks his lips quick to get spit off and grunts. The only exceptions to this rule is when you’re making out or in bed. Those are special cases, you decide.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of your sweatshirt, carrying it over your arm. The winding halls of the agency amplify the echo of your steps and huffs. And with a heating face, you make quick work of finding your husband’s office.

The spare key rests in the front pocket of the black bag, nestled safely beneath a clasp and on a key ring. Nimble fingers snatch the metal items out with a clink and your lips curl into a pout. When the door clicks open with the turn of your wrist, your chest puffs out in a final rush of anger.

“Katsuki— where the fuck is my lip balm going?”

The poor boy freezes like a deer caught in headlights. Thick hands fiddle with a massive stack of paper, much too daunting for your own eyes. And he sighs, low and heavy, groaning as they leave the paperwork on wood in defeat.

Mercy, his body language pleads.

“I only got a few of ‘em.” Katsuki grunts and grumbles, leaning up to open a drawer while you shut the door and careen toward him. His eyes dart toward you for a moment and then he rolls backward in his chair. Away from you.

You gawk at the thin drawer filled with a plethora of your lip balms. The shame from katsuki radiates as you tilt your head in confusion and awe.

You turn on your heel with a brow raised.

“Why do you have them?”

Pink lips pout out for a moment, you notice his tongue swiping over his teeth before he sighs for the umpteenth time.

“You taste good— n’ I keep forgetting to give ‘em back.” The pro hero pouts and mumbles a half ass excuse.

You walk closer, standing between his knees now, brows still raised expectantly.

“God fine. Goddamnit, they taste good and my lips are dry so I use them all the time. But I forget to give them back, then I get another, and forget again.”

The exasperated, mildly embarrassed look on his face makes you Cave. You practically coo, looking at his flushed tan cheeks and angry look. His brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest and pouting like there’s no tomorrow.

“Baby, you can use my lip balms but you gotta bring them back..” you lean forward and kiss the furrow of his brows ”.. it’s kinda cute, but seriously, some of these fuckers are expensive. And some of them are lip plumpers.”

His brows shoot to his hair line, cherry eyes widening as he seems to put two and two together.

Katsuki frowns again and looks away, not wanting to admit it.

“You gotta be shitting me. That’s why my lips have been burning like satans asshole.” His hands fumble around with his pockets until he pulls out a balm— made for lip plumping.

“Yup. Fucker, that’s what you get.” You snicker.

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[acatalystrising]

I had to make it. Had to.

I mean…🥰🫠

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