' I Didn't Have It In My Self To Go With Grace '

' I didn't have it in my self to go with grace '

' and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves '

brain rotting this scenario with simon on the train. its crowded and everyone's shoved close together due to rush hour. multiple versions of 'sorry' are spoken softly past your lips as you are bumped and shoved around as people shuffle their way in.

without paying attention to the pole, you quickly grab on to steady and secure your hold for the ride. a chill runs down your spine when the contact of skin brushes against your own, causing your eyes to glance at the hand right under your own. following the arm, you glance up at the man, which felt like an eternity before your eyes met his. you knew you were exaggerating, but god was he tall and far larger than everyone on the train. you'd joke and say there would be a little more wiggle room if he wasn't on, but you're not so confident it would be a joke, rather a fact.

"sorry," the word spoken for what felt like the hundredth time, but this time you actually meant it. and this time, the projection of your voice far clearer than before so he could hear your apology.

"s'okay," his voice deep, as you expected it to be, but it still made what felt like a knot in your stomach. "tight fit."

the words obviously related to the situation at hand and the fact you were all packed like sardines, but you couldn't help but let your mind wander for a brief moment. nodding, you glanced back at your hands holding the pole, both of you making no effort to move.

YESSSS

Once again procrastinating school work by drawing him

thank you for the tag cherry, these are always so fun

(i’m too lazy to look for people i can tag 👍🏻)

Saw this cute little picrew image maker on twt! I love these sorts of things sm 🥹

➡️ Picrew.me

I’m tagging; @pandoraslxna @neteyamyawne @jakexneytiri @quicktosimp @neteyamsyawntu @hotdsworld @tallulah477 (only if you want to <3) and anyone else who’d like to!

I’M CRYINGG

Of course, @marshmallow--3 💕 I kept this as an AFAB!Reader, no mentions of gender other than anatomy. I hope this is okay!

stay awhile | boba fett x afab!reader

Kinktober Day Twelve: Creampie

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Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: ROTJ!Boba Fett x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), reunion sex, throat holding (not choking, more like gentle squeezing), creampie

You hear him before you see him.

Well, technically, you hear his ship. It gives out a strange, whining noise that bounces off the canyon walls. You never know which direction he comes in from, but you know that you'll see him soon. Hours, if not minutes.

It's only a matter of time before your small homestead is surrounded in an up-kick of dust and the familiar tshnk, tshnk, tshnk of spurs approaches your door. Any other ship would make you uneasy, if it was anyone else at your door in the middle of the night. But not Boba. You find a strange comfort in the bounty hunter's presence, and you will put credits down he does, too. Why else would he keep returning?

You don’t make it to bed this time, the both of you falling into a heap on your floor. Your hands tear and pull at your clothes until you're both naked and panting. There is an aura of anxiety around him, hanging onto him like a bad smell, but he doesn't give you a moment to ask.

Later, you think as he occupies himself between your legs.

His calloused hands holding onto the meatier parts of your thighs as he keeps you open. He touches you like he’s sizing you up, and by the way he’s staring you down with your arousal dripping down the corners of his mouth…he looks like he feels. Anxious.

You reach your hand out as best you can, your fingers tips not even reaching him. “Boba…” Your voice is calm, hoping it’s enough to melt away his worry. 

“Need you,” His voice is raspy as if he hasn’t spoken in days. “Can I have you?”

You nod, muttering an “always” under your breath as sits up on his knees. He neglects to wipe his chin clean in favor of guiding you to lock your feet against the small of his back. 

“'M not gonna last long. It’s been a whi—”

"It’s okay,” You shuffle to press yourself against his cock. Maker, you don’t need to see him to feel the way he’s throbbing. “I just want to feel you.”

He nods as he slides a hand between the two of you, adjusting himself so the thick head of his cock notches at your entrance and pushes in slowly.

“Fuck…”

This is the best part. The part that makes the waiting worth it.

Boba's moans are deep, smoky and low as they vibrate through every cell in your body. The feeling of fullness starts to build as he slowly enters you. With the first two inches of his cock enveloped in your warmth, he leans in to steady himself of outstretched hands on either side of your head. The beginning is always calm, Boba offering you the change to back out, but with you nodding for him to continue, things change. He strips you of all rational thought with his first thrust, the weight of his cock settling so deep within you it feels like he’s squishing your lungs.

He sets his pace, fast and messy, one that tears a gasp from your lungs. You can’t even get words out, your hole squeezing around him with each stroke. He feels like he’s going to split you in half, and you clinging to his biceps does nothing to slow him. It only spurs him to buck his hips harder until your knees bend to give him better access. He sends your head spinning into dizziness, the desire for him to stay forever has the pressure in your core building.

When he moans your name, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. And that won’t do. He’ll never admit it with so many words, but he’s missed the way you look at him. When you don’t look at him, he moves a hand to wrap around your throat, adjusting to squeeze ever so slightly to get your eyes to flutter open. The second he sees your rises he relaxes his hold, but keeps his hand around your throat.

Lust sweeps over his features, brows furrowed and his jaw locked tighter as he grits out, “Where? Tell me where to come.”

“Wh—wh?”

Your words are nothing short of babbling as he folds you nearly in half, his thrusts grow more erratic. With him beating against those spots that make your eyes rolls back, he fucks you like it's his job — and Maker, you wish it was, if only so you can feel his arms around you for the rest of your life and have his lovemaking all to yourself.

“Hurry.” He croaks, the sound of his voice shaking the walls.

You utter a weak cry — “Here” — before pointing to the place where you’re joined together. 

A clever man, he doesn’t need you to clarify. He lowers his head to hover next to yours, his lips hitting the shell of your ear as he says, “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

And you do. Your back arches until your chests meet and his name is falling from your lips. You clench around him, and it’s not long until he joins you in bliss. He slams into you once more, stuffing you full with his release. His balls tighten as they rest against the curve of your ass, his own moans muffled into your neck as he lets loose. Not an inch of you goes uncovered, your insides painted in milky white with his release.

It’s only when he’s released everything that’s gone unspent for months does he collapse on top of you. “S—Sorry, ah...”

He’s ungraceful as he falls to your side, laying next to you as not to smush. He's meek now, almost sheepish as he strokes your cheek. There is something on the tip of his tongue, something he wants to say. You turn to face him with curious eyes, your own hand coming up to hold his wrist.

“…Can’t stay long. Jabba is asking for me.”

Of course.

You keep your voice neutral, hoping the disappointed doesn’t also weight down your words. “S’okay. Figured that’s why you’re back. What does he want?"

He snorts, his thumb moving down from your cheek to your lips. "I don't think the slug even knows."

There is another pregnant pause before he speaks. "It shouldn’t take long, three days max. I was…hoping I could see you. Again. Maybe stay…longer.”

You smile, “Stay as long as you’d like.”

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