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catsnkooks · 1 year

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cod boys with a c*ck ring & orgasm denial? hit or miss kooks? 👀🤲🏽

HIT HIT DEFINITELY A HIT

ghost: it's not often that he lets you take the lead in the bedroom, but the times he does, you cherish immensely. one of those times, you suggest trying something a little different. he's always on board with edging and denying you, it's one of his favorite things to do, but you want to get back. so you pull out the cock ring and build him up to the edge over and over again, denying him each time, until he's the one begging and crying please, please let me cum, fuck!

soap: he's a violent switch and i will stand by this. but he does love for you to dom him. the cock ring is probably one of his favorite toys that y'all use (second to your classic wand vibrator) and you always have fun night when he suggests bringing it out. you're an unimaginable tease when using it, getting him all worked up before putting it on, then taking your time getting him off with your mouth, your hands, your cunt, until he's swearing up a storm. so then you take it off and he nearly passes out with how hard his orgasm hits him

gaz: mmm gaz can be so, so sweet for you sometimes, so when you beg and plead for him to try it, he eventually caves. but i think in this instance it's more of mutual orgasm denial, like seeing how long both of you can edge one another before you can't take it anymore. so it's a lot of touches and moans as he's fucking into you until you're both about to combust with the edging

price: for price, it's a game of self-control. he gets one for himself--though as he 's gotten older and more experienced, he finds it easier to control himself--so he can take his time when making you cockwarm him. because the fun of the game isn't just at the end, its the waiting before it. he also puts it on during nights when he wants to take his time with you, making you cum 5 different ways before he's even put his cock in you, and then another 3 at least while he's fucking you. it's not until you're a boneless heap on the bed when he finally takes it off and lets himself cum deep inside you

alejandro: i've said it before and i'll say it again, ale is too much of an impatient man for stuff like that. so if you want to try it with him, you've got to tie him up and make sure those knots are tight, because he's going to try his damndest to get out of them. for him, you get one of those rings with a small vibrator attached, for some extra torture. he's swearing and groaning at you the entire time you're edging him, yelling obscenities in spanish when you deny him time after time. its probably after the third time you deny him an orgasm that he finally rips through the bonds you put him in, practically tearing off the silicone ring and fucking you through the mattress to get out the rabid energy that had been pooling inside him

rudy: ohhh sweet, sweet boy rudy. he's so, so good for you even when you've got him tied up to the bed, cockring on, and teasing him with everything you've got. he whines so beautifully the entire time, too, straining against the ropes and begging you in a mix of spanish and english. when you finally take it off of him, you have him promise that he won't cum until you have while fucking yourself on his cock. and he tries, so, so hard, but he does end up waiting for you to cum first before he's crying and sobbing his way through his orgasm

#things kooks says #asks #18+#smut #harghoes #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain john price x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rudy parra x reader #thots weekend

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firstofficerwiggles · 1 year

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Love a good Thots weekend!!

Ever since we got a glimpse of Din’s house on Nevarro I’ve been obsessed with domestic thoughts. Thinking about a little moment like Din crowding you up against the kitchen counter, pushing his nose into your cheek, and kissing that sensitive spot behind your ear. Then those big hands grabbing your hips, spinning and lifting you up on to the counter before making out and maybe a little dry humping like horny teenagers 🫠

Listen, once I stopped crying tears of joy that Din and Grogu finally have a real home of their own, I immediately started picturing all kinds of romantic little scenes of domestic bliss for Din and his spouse (aka us). After the last few years, Din deserves to enjoy himself and cuddle up with his love as much as he can.

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Rating: T+ (18+ to be on the safe side here – no sex, but definitely some spiciness)

Mando’a words: riduur = spouse, cyare = beloved, cyar’ika = sweetheart

You’re standing at your sink in your new kitchen, your hands full of soapy dishes as you look out the window at the sunlight on the flowers you and your husband planted the other day. A soft breeze blows in, stirring your cheerful curtains. Music floats through the air, one of your favorite tunes that makes your hips sway to the rhythm. You’re in your own bubble of happiness, enjoying the precious gift of domesticity.

Din watches you from the doorway of your small house. He’s just returned from a mission with Captain Teva where he helped break up a spice smuggling ring. Wanting to surprise you, he had let you think he had an errand to run before coming home. It was worth it, he thinks, to have this chance to see you like this so content and carefree. He’s never seen anything more beautiful.

Quietly, he slides his helmet off, placing it carefully on a table by the door. His gloves follow, leaving his hands bare. Then, using his stealthiest of steps, he sneaks up behind you. Those large hands of his close around your hips and he presses his body against yours. His nose nuzzles into your skin just behind your ear as he murmurs to you in that deep husky baritone,

“I missed you, riduur.”

You startle and gasp at first, dropping the dish you’re washing into the sink. But when you hear his voice, you melt into his embrace. His big warm body feels so good on yours, even with some of his beskar in the way.

“Din, you’re finally back,” you breathe out, so delighted to have him home.

His hands move around your waist to hug you tighter for a moment as his lips trail feather soft kisses along your neck.

“Where’s Grogu?” you ask. Despite your worries about a dangerous mission, Din had brought your son along with him as part of his training.

“He’s visiting Grandpa Greef for the evening,” Din replies, “I thought it would be good for them to spend some time together.”

Din’s hands move over your body, softly squeezing your curves. One hand manages to find the hem of your top and he slips his hand under the fabric so he can feel the warm silkiness of your skin against his.

“How nice of Grandpa Greef,” you chuckle, “I hope he has plenty of snacks.”

Grabbing a nearby towel, you quickly dry your hands, and then turn in your husband’s arms so you can look into the handsome face of the love of your life. It still takes your breath away to see him. Those tousled curls, scruffy jaw, full lips, and warm brown eyes are the best view in the entire galaxy. Especially right now, as he looks at you with such desire you feel as though you might burst into flames on the spot.

“How did I get so lucky to find you, cyare?” you ask in wonder.

“I’m the lucky one,” he replies, “I married the prettiest, smartest, best girl in the galaxy.”

He nudges you with his leg, shifting you away from the sink. You move with him, turning slightly. He surprises you yet again when he reaches down to hold tighter to your hips before lifting you up to sit on the counter. His hands find your knees and he gently pushes your legs open so that he can stand between them.

You reach up to play with one of the errant curls on his forehead, before caressing his temple and cheek. When your hand lands on his jaw and you lean forward, Din closes the distance between you as his lips find yours. His kiss is tender at first, his mouth moves softly over yours in a delicate dance. One of his hands is at the back of your neck and he uses it to tilt your head a bit, giving him an even better angle. As he does so, the kiss turns heated, his tongue delves into the warm cavern of your mouth and he sears his lips to yours.

You wrap your legs around his hips, tugging him closer to you. You kiss him back with equal passion, your own tongue exploring his mouth, relearning its favorite path after your time apart. Your hands tangle into the curls at the nape of his neck, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

Din groans into your mouth, but doesn’t break the kiss. His hands return to your hips and he pulls you forward until there’s no space between you. He kneads your soft flesh as he grinds his hips into your core. He swallows the gasps you make as his body discovers the sensitive parts of yours.

You have to break the kiss for a moment to moan sweetly. The rush of feeling him between your legs, hard and hot, has your head spinning. You move your hips with his, seeking more friction and moaning again when he kisses your neck.

“Ah, Din, cyare, do you think maybe we should take this to the bedroom?” you suggest as his hands make their way under your top and across your chest.

“What’s wrong with right here?” he questions, “We have the whole house to ourselves, and I think it’s about time we take advantage of all this space.”

“But really, Din, in the kitchen?” you ask.

“Riduur, by the time we’re done, we’ll be able to look at any spot in this house and have a memory of our love.”

He says this with such determination that you swoon into him, your lips crashing into his as you kiss him fiercely. When you break apart again, you tell him,

“Yes, let’s fill this house with love.”

“We already have, cyar’ika, but I’m happy to do it again.”

Send in your thots! One more day of thot weekend!

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#din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x female reader #din djarin x female reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #thots weekend

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writeforfandoms · 11 months

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May I please request a barracks bunny / glory hole Reader x TF41?

"She feel good?"

You cracked your eyes open at your captain's rough voice, words a little drawled. He was leaned back comfortably in the chair, cigar in hand, gaze completely focused on the three of you.

"Fuckin' perfect, sir," Gaz breathed, gaze near worshipful on you.

Soap squeezed your hip from his place behind you. "Agreed," was all he managed, still settling from working his way into your ass.

"Start slowly," Price ordered, taking a breath in from his cigar.

Gaz moved first, groaning softly, the noise obscene with the remnants of your captain's cum still leaking out of you. You shuddered hard, one hand caught in his, the other held tight in Soap's.

"Alright, hen?" Soap asked, lips gentle against your neck.

"Uh huh." You tipped your head to give him more room, barely lucid, clinging to them both and barely clinging to sanity.

"Relax." Ghost this time, thumb brushing a bit of salt from your lips. Probably his own. "Let them do the work." Humor and lust glinted in his eyes.

"Says the man who didn't," Soap grunted, still moving slowly, counterpoint to Gaz. They passed you back and forth, rocking between them as easily as breathing.

Gaz huffed, tipping your chin to kiss you, open mouthed and messy. Which did nothing to muffle you - they moved faster and you got louder.

"So fuckin' tight," Soap hissed, hips bucking out of turn.

You slumped against Gaz, mind going hazy with overwhelming pleasure until Ghost curled a hand around the base of your skull, tipping your head to meet his gaze.

"No passing out yet," he ordered, low and rough. "We're not done with you."

#poly tf141 #thot weekend #i fkn loved this #poly 141 boys is my weakness #mind the warnings

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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hehe now your turn for some ale content 😌 just imagining your first time with him...

ooooh, first time with Alejandro... a v good thot indeed 😏

Colonel Alejandro Vargas x First Time...

It'd been only six short months of dating Alejandro when you decided you wanted to take the next step in your relationship. You'd had other relationships before him, your longest lasting two years, but you'd never had sex before. Never even considered it with other partners, if you were being honest. Even though you'd only been together with Ale for half a year, you felt far more comfortable with him than anyone else. Maybe it had to do with knowing him since you were a teenager? You were close with him, in a way you hadn't been with previous partners.

Ale had always been very careful with you, soft touches and gentle kisses, never asking for more than you were willing to give. You thought he might suspect that you were still a virgin, but you'd never asked him outright if he knew, and he'd never asked you outright if you were, either. It was something unspoken in your relationship, something that just never seemed to be discussed.

It hadn’t really been an issue in previous relationships either. If pressed, you simply broke off the relationship. You weren't interested in being with someone who was willing to pressure you if you weren't ready. And most relationships, you'd just... never wanted to have sex. At least, until Ale.

You know he isn't the kind of man who would tease or make fun of your naivety, and he's always so gentle, it's hard to imagine him ever hurting you the way you'd secretly worried about when listening to your friends talking about losing their own virginity. Horror stories of bloody sheets and aching bodies, being left unsatisfied and unfulfilled that first time.

Still, it's hard to broach the subject. You're not quite sure how to ask for what you want. It's not like you have experience in this, and while you don't fear judgement from Alejandro, you're still nervous. A deep, dark part of your mind tries to suggest that he'd not initiated anything because he wasn't attracted to you that way, but you know that can't be true.

Right?

The opportunity presents itself somewhat unexpectedly. It's late one night, the two of you dozing together on the couch. Ale is propped up against the armrest, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, and you're nestled into his side, head resting on his shoulder and hand splayed against his ribs as the soft strains of some unknown tv show plays in the background.

You're brought out of your sleepy, lazy state by the sound of an unexpected–and surprisingly loud–moan. You blink, raising your head from where it had been nestled against Ale, looking around for the source of the disturbance. Alejandro lets out a low groan, coming out of his own daze.

Your eyes fall on the tv, and you immediately feel your heartbeat pick up. The show the two of you had been watching has long since finished, and you're not sure what is playing now, other than the fact that includes a very steamy sex scene, apparent by what's currently on the screen in front of your eyes.

A woman is reclined on a bed, gauzy, sheer white drapes fluttering around the canopy. She's naked, arms stretched above her head and completely baring her nude form. Between her thighs lays a man, the shock of dark hair and strong, broad shoulders the only things visible as he buries his face into her cunt.

There's no other possibility for what he's doing, not based on the way her face is contorted in such exquisite pleasure. Breathless moans continue to fall from the tv speakers as your own body temperature rises, and you're unable to prevent yourself from physically reacting to the erotic scene before you. You shift, growing hotter and more uncomfortable, but unable to look away.

"Hold on, I can turn it off," Ale offers, already shifting under you to sit up, eyes searching for the remote from where it had fallen off the armrest of the couch. You realize he's taken your own shifting as nerves, that you might be uncomfortable with what's on the tv.

"Ale, wait," you breathe, and when he turns to look at you, you press your hand to his jaw and lean up to kiss him, your other hand pressing against his shoulder to maintain your precarious balance.

Never one to deny you, Alejandro presses his lips against yours, his arm coming off the back of the couch to wrap around you, providing a grounding presence. You shift to straddle his lap, letting him pull you closer and press you tighter against him. Your hands trail across his jaw and up to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly and moaning when he kissed you harder as a result.

His hands settled on your waist, fingers sliding under your shirt to press into your heated skin. He was just holding you there, but you could feel the press of his erection through his sweats and the tiny shorts you had on. In an instant you made a decision and began to slowly roll your hips, rocking back and forth over the bulge in the fabric of his sweats. Moans escaped from your throat as you rocked in his lap, the pressure and friction just perfect.

You whimpered when Ale pulled away, his eyes dark as he watched you rock in his lap, your hips not ceasing their movements even though he was no longer kissing you. Your own noises drowned out the sounds from the tv, and you were focused entirely on Alejandro.

"What has gotten into you, mi amor?"

Biting your lip, you look away from Ale's piercing gaze, even though your hips do not slow their roll. He's always had an intimidating gaze, and you find when he looks at you like this, you can never maintain eye contact for long.

He suddenly and abruptly stalls your rocking on his lap, and the whine that tears from your throat is almost inhuman, pitiful and desperate. You've never made a noise such as that before, and you're hopelessly embarrassed by the fact that it came out of you.

Fingers on the curve of your jaw turn your face back towards him, from where you’d looked away. The look on Ale’s face is unreadable, almost appraising as he looks you up and down, takes in the way you’re panting softly, the twitches of your hips he’s not quite able to still with his firm grip, the slight sheen of perspiration dotting your forehead.

"Ale," you say, the word more a whine than any actual recognizable speech. You're so caught up and turned around by the sensations that it's difficult to tell which way is up, let alone how to form the words to express your wants and desires.

Unfortunately, and as much as you might sometimes believe otherwise, Alejandro is not a mind reader, and he reminds you of this.

"Princesa, you need to use your words." He scolds softly, the bite of his words soothed by the fact that they carry no heat, and by the way his thumb is caressing your jaw.

You can actually feel tears start to gather in your eyes, and if you weren't so turned on right now that it was borderline painful, you'd be embarrassed about it. The sheen of tears makes your eyes sparkle in the low light, and as you look at Alejandro through your lashes, he's unable to help his own body's instinctive reaction and his hips jerk up into yours, driving a punched-out whimper from your chest at the unexpected sensation.

"Dime."

The rough growl of his order sends shivers down your spine, and you're opening your mouth before you realize it.

"Need you," you gasp, unable to control the way your hips fight against Alejandro's grasp. "P-Please Ale, please!"

Alejandro growls against your lips, before he claims you in another consuming kiss. His hands begin to guide you to rock against him, controlling the pace and movement, allowing you pleasure on his terms.

Your hands clutch at the soft fabric of his tee-shirt, holding yourself closer and letting the sensations wash over you. Ale's always been incredibly competent in everything he does, and it seems this is no different than any other situation.

Even so, the aching emptiness inside you cannot be ignored. You've never felt it quite this keenly, although it's a strange sensation since you've never really known what it feels like to be full. But you want to. You want to know what it feels like. And you want Alejandro to be the one to show you.

"Ale," you gasp against his lips, words muffled because he refuses to stop kissing you for anything. "Ale, want you to fuck me."

The groan he lets out is loud and roughly edged, from somewhere deep in his chest. He grips your jaw with one hand, forcing you to meet his dark, dark eyes.

"Yeah? Is that what my princesa wants?" At your shaky nod, restricted by the hold he still has on you, Alejandro's eyes darken even further, pupils blown wide, a shark smelling the blood tainting the water. "I'll give it to you, mi vida. Right after you come on my lap, like a good girl."

Your lower lip pushes out into a pout, surely looking ridiculous with his grip still tight on your jaw. But you don't care. Your brain only registers that he's denying you, that he's not taking you to bed right this second and impaling you on his cock.

"Ale-" you whine, hands scrabbling uselessly at his shoulders, as though you can somehow force him to move through sheer will alone. "Please!"

He seems to know what you're begging for, even if he refuses to grant your wish. You're honestly surprised when he offers an explanation for his refusal, even if his words cause the fire inside you to burn brighter.

"Need to get you nice and wet, princesa. I'm not a small man, and I hate hurting you more than anything else. So you're gonna come for me, right here and now, and then I'll make you come as many times you want on my cock." You can't help but moan at his words, his frankness familiar but the dirty words spilling from his mouth unusual and strange, albeit arousing. "How does that sound, hm?"

You go to answer an affirmative, the promise of his cock and countless orgasms to come enough to persuade you, but Alejandro doesn't wait for you, gripping your hips tighter and actually lifting his own up and off the couch, actively rolling his hips against yours. The pressure is just the right side of painfully exquisite, and you cannot control the near animalistic sounds that are falling from your lips.

He's held you right on the edge without you knowing, merely a mockery of an active participant, and now that you're seeing what it really looks and feels like when he's got that incredibly intense focus solely on making you come, it rushes up on you like a tidal wave. It takes no more than a few rolls of his hips before you're coming with a shout, body shaking and eyes rolling back in your head as pleasure consumes you.

Alejandro continues to grind against you, greedy flames licking at the oxygen of your release, spreading the blaze into a goddamn wildfire, uncontrollable and all-consuming. Your vision goes dark, and you swear you're teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

When awareness comes back to you, its to the sensation of being carried, Alejandro's arms under your ass and around your back, cradling you to his chest as he climbs the stairs to the bedroom.

He's whispering praises against the delicate skin of your throat, a jumbled mix of English and Spanish, mostly unintelligible. As he shoves open the door to your bedroom with his foot, hands gentle and possessive as he arranges you on the sheets and you look up into the eyes of the man you've loved for half your life, you're well aware there's nothing for you in this world if you don't have Alejandro Vargas by your side.

#ask #thot weekend #asked and answered #mutuals #mutuals and friends #goddddd i just could not get this finished #im sorry it took so long #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #i had too many thots conflicting and i just could not focus #i hope i gave him the love he deserves #smut #18+

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skunkes · 4 months

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yippeeee

#building dis was rly important for the organization bc the box was taking up way more space on the shelf than the build #my brother got dis for me ages ago ^_^#i actually asked him for the chicken plush bc minecraft chicken so cute #and he enjoys legos so he saw the set and thot i wld like it also which i thought was rly sweet #talkys #chicken plush really dusty from residing on a higher shelf i shld wash him this weekend #all the little ones are SO CUTE

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versacethotty · 1 year

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work was pure shet but now we vibing as yoush…

#can’t wait til the weekend so I can clock out and pop my kat #just a thot

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imaushi-ji · 5 months

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Happy birthday to my baby daddy, the hoe I turned into a housewife, the one and only, Wakasa Imaushi ❤️

#I would write something #but my friend is visiting me rn so I might have to do something this weekend #for him I will do it #no thots ⇢ head empty

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anilovie · 5 months

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My pussy is Anakin Skywalker’s he signed the adoption forms yesterday 🥰 it’s listed as a dependent on his tax forms 🥰 & he takes it on walks every afternoon cause it can’t be left home alone for too long 🥰

#once I figure out how to do small text again it’s all over for u ppl #also I started this blog but now I gotta study for exams so :/#expect content this weekend tho #Anakin Skywalker #thots

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catsnkooks · 1 year

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horny thots: price eating you out in his office

you're two orgasms deep, sat in price's chair with one foot up on his desk and the other leg thrown over price's shoulder, and the man between your legs shows no signs of stopping. price groans when your fingers tighten their hold in his hair and he grips your thigh so tightly you know you'll feel the bruises. your other hand comes up over your mouth to muffle the sob you let out as price works you through another orgasm, head thrown back and toes curling as you tremble - too blissed out to notice that ghost had entered and was watching with dark, hungry eyes

OUGUGOGOU PLOT TWIST

you put your hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence your noises that you know price loves pulling out of you. (but it's of no use, considering ghost had heard and had come to investigate the noise).

it takes you a while to realize that ghost has entered the room, and when you do, you're desperately trying to close your legs and pushing price away from your cunt. he's surprised at first, unused to you pushing him away instead of pulling him closer, and at first he doubles his efforts, making you cry out loud and now it's impossible for ghost not to notice.

but then price realizes you're trying to tell him something so he pulls away, wiping his face with the back of his hand and turns around so he's face to face with ghost, his beard soaked with your cum. he stares at his lieutenant for a long moment, as if daring him to say something, before he turns back around, intent on burying his face back between your thighs.

"you gonna help or you just gonna stand there?"

ghost stares back for a long moment, before shrugging away from the door he had leaned himself against and stalking over to you, eyes piercing into yours. a hand descends to pluck at a pert nipple, making you gasp and grind further into price's mouth.

"happy to help, sir," ghost purrs.

#things kooks says #asks #smut #18+#simon ghost riley x reader #captain john price x reader #thots weekend

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firstofficerwiggles · 1 year

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Thot weekend!!!

Okay I've been in a mood recently really wanting to just give Boba some love. He deserves it. He deserves some softness in his life, someone to help soothe his aches and massage some of the tension out of his shoulders and maaaaaybe sit in his lap while he's conducting business. Because why not.

Yesssss, I could not agree more that Boba deserves all the love and affection. I honestly think he has the most tragic story in all of Star Wars (although Cassian Andor could give him a run for his money there). Boba needs someone to dote on him endlessly, he’s never had anyone like that in his life. Also I like that Thot Weekend is off to a theme with lap sitting. With that said, let’s give our dear Daimyo some sweet tender care…

Pairing: Boba Fett x female reader

Rating: T

Ever since Daimyo Fett hired you to run the palace household, you’ve felt this pull towards him, a desire to not only take care of this large edifice, but also its owner. Outwardly, Boba Fett is a fearsome, hardened warrior. Clad in his trademark green, red, and yellow armor and positively covered in weaponry, he can make even the largest of beings shiver in their boots. Yet, seeing him at home, you’ve been privileged to see a softer, kinder side to him.

You’ve been privy to many small details that have shown you there’s much more to Boba Fett. There’s the way he laughs when Fennec makes one of her brutally cutting remarks, the way he pats one of the kids on the shoulder in a gesture of praise during training, or even the way he treats his rancor as if it is the sweetest baby in the galaxy. If you’re honest though, your favorite soft Boba moment is when he smiles at you. It’s not a smirk, or a grimace, no. It’s a true, beautiful smile that he gifts to you whenever you do him even the smallest of favors. His smile lights up his entire handsome face and it makes you feel so special to know that you’re the reason for it. Is it any wonder that you’re half in love with the man?

So when you bring him his dinner, you’re surprised when he doesn’t even look up at you. He’s sitting there, shoulders slumped, frown etched into his face, and his hands in fists, and you wonder what could have happened to put him in such a sour mood. You finish serving dinner, filling his wine glass, and making sure he has everything he needs, but he doesn’t seem to even notice you’re there. He sighs and you’re certain you can feel the weight of the entire system on his shoulders.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Daimyo Fett? Anything at all?” you inquire softly.

“Ah, hello, my dear housekeeper,” he greets you, and finally lifts his head to meet your eyes. He gives you a weary smile, “You are kind to offer, but I’m afraid this situation is one that I cannot ask you to help me with.”

“Well, perhaps, I can’t help you with your work,” you reply, “But, I could help you feel better, if you’d be willing to let me try?”

Boba gives you a saucy look at that, and raises one eyebrow, “I suppose that depends on what you’d like to try, beautiful?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Daimyo Fett,” you say, laughing lightly at his teasing tone, “I was thinking more of a neck and shoulder massage. You look like you need it.”

“You’d still be touching me, so it’s got that going for it. Let’s give it a try,” he chuckles, “I do like that you anticipate my needs. Oh, but how many times do I need to ask you to call me Boba?”

“At least once more, Daimyo Fett,” you murmur demurely as you move to stand behind him.

Your hands start to knead and manipulate the strong muscles in his neck and shoulders. He’s clearly aggravated and very stiff to the touch. Soon though, you feel the knots begin to loosen as your fingers circle into his body. You work your way up the tightened tendons in his neck, easing the pain at the base of his skull. Then you glide your hands back down, soothing away the aches in his shoulders and upper back. As he becomes more pliant under your working hands, Boba starts to let out soft little sounds, almost moaning, and you can tell he’s finally starting to relax.

“I didn’t know you had such magic hands, sweetheart,” he praises you, tilting his head to the side to give you better access to a particularly knotted spot on the side of his neck. His eyes are closed and he hums in pleasure as you feel the knot finally release.

“I’m pleased you think so, sir,” you respond, “I’m glad to see you feeling better. I hate seeing you so agitated and dispirited.”

He opens his eyes to look up at you with a beaming smile, “I had no idea you were so concerned with my feelings, my dear.”

The frankness of his expression makes your stomach flutter, “Of course I care about you, Daimyo Fett, I want you to be happy, it’s what you deserve.”

Boba’s hand comes up to cover one of yours where it sits on his shoulder, “You’re very sweet to be so caring. Did you care so strongly about your last employer?”

“No, I can’t say that I did,” you admit to him, your cheeks feeling hot as he scrutinizes your face.

“Hmm,” he replies, noncommittally.

Gently, he lifts your hand from his shoulder, and brings it to his mouth. You feel his lips brush over your palm in a delicate kiss. When you don’t pull away, he does it again.

“I think I know something that would make me even happier,” Boba tells you, his voice hopeful.

“What’s that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Come back around here, and I’ll show you,” he says, releasing your hand and motioning for you to come forward.

When you step around to face him, he gives you a rather naughty smile, much more flirtatious than normal. Holding your eye, he pats his lap and nods to you.

“Well, if it would make you happy, how can I say no?” You give him your own naughty smile in return and sit down carefully in his lap.

“Oh yes, this vastly improves my mood,” Boba quips, pulling you close to his body with one hand, while his other comes up to hold your chin.

“Is there anything else you need? Something else to make you happy?” Your tone is light and a little coy.

He chuckles, “I like it when you flirt with me, beautiful, but there is something else.” You see his eyes flick down to your mouth before capturing your gaze again.

“I think I know exactly what you need,” you reply, before leaning in to press your lips to his.

Your first kiss with Boba is surprisingly sweet, your lips moving with his, gently learning the feel of each other. You never would have expected such softness from him, showing you yet again that he is a man of many layers. Even as his tongue licks against your lip, so that he can deepen the kiss, he does so in such a tender way that you feel as if you are melting into him. You could stay like this for hours, locked in his embrace. However, fate, and Fennec, have other plans,

“Ahem, we have a business meeting about to begin, Daimyo,” she states wryly.

“Oh, e- excuse me,” you stammer, feeling like a kid with her hand caught in a cookie jar. You move to get off Boba’s lap, but his arm keeps you from standing.

“Uh-uh, no need for that,” Boba states jauntily, “I need to be in my very best mood for this meeting, and I can think of no better way than for you to stay right where you are.”

“Are you sure, Boba? I don’t want to disrupt your business,” you respond.

He beams at you, “You did offer to help, and I think this is an excellent way for you to do that.”

“I did say I’d do anything for you,” you agree, and you settle into his lap once again.

He steals another kiss and drops his voice to a whisper, “But later, I want to see what else those magic hands can do.”

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writeforfandoms · 11 months

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And, if I may, Price fucking an aphrodisiac out of your system? Taking you off the field to a safehouse and having his way with you until you have to tap out? He does it, he says, to keep you alive, but he also won't let anyone else on the 141 to take the responsibility. He's your captain, it's him who has to do it

The door to the safe house closed behind you both and Price was tearing off his gear, unusually flustered.

"We're going dark," he told the others. "Stay on task, I'll contact you when we're clear." He turned off his radio and reached over to turn off yours too.

"Captain?" You blinked at him slowly, hazy, warmth coiling through you, thick and cloying. Too much. You couldn't think.

"I've got you," Price murmured, helping you strip your gear off. "You'll be alright." There was something a little wild in his eyes, though his hands were gentle.

You blinked, and he was stripping your clothes off of you, efficient and focused.

"Hey." You blinked at him again, one clumsy hand lifting to his cheek, indulging one of your longest fantasies. Scratching your fingers through his facial hair. "Gonna be okay."

"I should be telling you that." His lips twitched in a smile.

"You will." You sucked in a breath when he turned his head, nipping gently at your palm.

You missed the process of him getting the rest of you clothes off, and getting his own off. But you knew when he lowered you to the bed in the safehouse, the sheets scratchy against your back. You arched with a displeased whine.

"Hush, love." One big hand smoothed up and down your thigh, blue eyes almost black with desire. "Let me take care of you."

"Always do." You smiled slowly, pretty sure your own feelings were on blatant display, after years of hiding. "Trust you, sir."

He groaned softly and bent his head to his task, broad tongue licking a stripe up your slit. Somehow he was even warmer than the heat still building inside you, firm and relentless and perfect.

He didn't slow down until you'd broken apart twice on his tongue, writhing and gripping his hair and nearly crying from the stimulation.

"Eyes on me," he gritted out, one hand bracing him up over you, other hand gripping your thigh to pull it up over his hip.

You did your very best to focus on him, through the heat in your core and the aphrodisiac in your veins. You blinked away a sheen of tears, focusing on your captain.

You could always focus on your captain.

"That's my girl." His lips twitched in something close to a smile, still with that wild edge.

And then he fucked into you, hard and deep and relentless. You were completely caught between his cock and the gravity of his gaze, able to do nothing but hold on to him.

You kept your gaze on him through overstimulated tears and gasping breaths and sounds you didn't even know you could make.

Finally, finally, the heat inside you broke, leaving you shivering and wrecked and exhausted.

Price didn't collapse, quite, but he did manage to wedge himself in next to you on the bed, gathering you into his arms. He was trembling, just a little. Could have been exhaustion - he'd done a lot of work.

But it could have been more.

"Hey." You licked dry lips, one trembling hand lifting to his cheek, sweat-damp skin warm against your palm. "I'm okay."

"You will be." His arms tightened around you, blue eyes intense and not leaving yours.

"Thank you," you murmured on a sigh, eyes finally slipping closed.

Your captain didn't say anything, just held you tight and tucked you under his chin.

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bitchin-beskar · 1 year

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and ofc my fav currently: mean dom rudy and service top alejandro

god this is such a top tier pairing babes we both know it

Rodolfo Parra (mean dom) x Alejandro Vargas (service top) x Reader

Look I know we've talked about this, but this pairing is honestly god tier. No one expects Rudy to be the mean one, and especially considering in the field he always follows Alejandro's orders so well. But in the bedroom, he's the boss, even if both he and Alejandro are tops.

I kinda feel like he's a fan of ordering Alejandro how to fuck you, and then once he's satisfied with that, he'll fuck you himself. Alejandro is the foreplay, if you will, and then Rudy takes over and just destroys you.

But occasionally, they just tag team you at the same time. Usually when they've been gone for a long time, or if the cartel has been particularly vicious recently. When the blood's pumping and tensions are running high, that's when you know you're not leaving the bed for at least 24 hours.

A loud, high pitched whine works its way past Rudy's grip and out of your throat as you're unable to prevent your hips from grinding and twisting, desperately trying to escape the repeated stimulation.

A sharp slap to the inside of your spread thigh makes you jerk, and Rudy's voice growls low and menacing in your ear.

"What did I tell you, princesa? No. Moving." You pant harshly as Alejandro keeps a steady suction on your clit, making it incredibly difficult to follow Rudy's order. "Are you that far gone already that you've forgotten the rules?" He questions, a mean, snarky lilt to his voice.

The man between your thighs pays no attention to your dilemma, instead working on bringing you to the cusp of another earth-shattering orgasm. Alejandro is excellent at multitasking in the field, but when it comes to your pleasure, he has a one track mind.

Your bare, sweaty back is pressed against Rudy's chest, the cool fabric of his athletic shirt providing the barest sense of relief. He's got his hand pressing against your throat, not to choke you, but as a sense of ownership, reminding you who your body and pleasure belong to. He keeps his other hand cupped over your tits, every so often tweaking your sensitive nipples just to try and get you to twitch and disobey him again.

Rudy's thighs keep yours spread nice and wide, leaving you open for Alejandro to just bury his face in your cunt and eat you out to his heart's content. Usually, they use this as foreplay, but tonight it seems to be a punishment, although you're not quite sure if you did anything wrong.

"I'll tell you what, princesa," Rudy drawls, suddenly saccharine sweet. "If you can keep quiet when you come, I'll let our Alejandro reward you and breed this greedy pussy, hm?"

Alejandro moaned into your cunt, and you physically bit your lip to try and prevent the whimpers from escaping. God, you wanted that so bad, but you knew from the tone of Rudy's voice, he wasn't going to make it easy on you.

You quickly discovered how right you were.

Rudy's hand left your tits with one final harsh twist on each of your nipples, before he wound his fingers tightly in Alejandro's hair, and began to grind Alejandro's face into your pussy.

This had the dual effect of pressing Alejandro further into your cunt, driving the sensitivity up to near insane levels, and also making Alejandro moan wantonly against you, as he was wont to do when his hair was pulled.

The combined sensations, along with Rudy nipping and sucking at your pulse point on your neck made it nigh impossible to stay silent, although you put up a valiant effort.

As your legs trembled violently and your chest heaved, a near silent gasp escaped you as tears began to run down your cheeks. Rudy chuckled darkly, his hand coming up to grip at your jaw, turning your head and biting roughly at your trembling bottom lip.

"Tch, such a naughty girl, princesa," he snarled, his grip almost painful on your jaw. "Are you that pathetic that you can't follow one simple rule?" His tongue snaked out to lick at the salty trail your tears had left on your cheek.

"Guess we'll just have to punish you."

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oof I made rudy so mean omg i'm not really sure where that came from. but im not mad about it lol

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