HEADER BY MY BOYFRIEND~ @dreamingdraig
In my 30s doing art of men in situations
he/him-they/them
Boba Fett is Mandalorian Truther
I honest to god have no idea how to star a war
Just a quick one for anyone wanting a fast summary of this blog:
Quick Nav (Tags)
-My Art (Art tag)
-Spacetalkin' (just text posts/asks)
WHERE U POST THE "GOOD GOOD"
-bsky (18+)
General Info
-Side blog.
-I'm in my 30's and finally hitting my star wars era.
-sex positive and sometimes nsft/nsfw. No minors.
-I ship what I want because god cannot contain me (you'll find mostly Bobadin or my OCxBoba or OCxBobaxDin content)
-Some reblogs happen (mostly art or text posts I find funny)
-Just a silly lil trans guy (he/him-they/them)
Other stuff
-Do you take commissions? Nah.
-Do you take requests? Only when specifically stated.
-Do you art trade? During events only like art fight or fandom events I have time to participate in.
-Who is Glint? My Mando OC. You'll see him sometimes.
-Does "ask me about mandos" mean you're well educated in the subject? No actually. I just wanted something other than "ask me anything".
For the 10 or so people here: welcome and enjoy the doodles~
feel a little bad that i dont think i can get to everyone this year on artfight; but im still going to try (we got like a little over a week i know haha)
goddamn im so grateful for everything y'all sent to me this year
it was my first run and i had a great time playing :]
BUT if I missed you this year my revenge will be nasty this next year lmao
When did it start, this mix of moans and broken words? Unintelligible swears and breathy begging; firm fingers digging into the dips of his hips, gripping him tight as his insides were passionately ravaged?
Boba couldn’t remember past the heat, past this feeling. His head was static and steady pleasure; Mando’a murmured into his neck in whispered promises.
Grinning lips grazed lazily against Boba's ear, teeth tugging at the lobe in the way only he knew how. Somehow smug, always so karking smug. It got a reaction out of him, it always did: a little gasp that Boba always tried to hide behind a growl of annoyance. But not now. Now— oh Providence— the sensation of it ignited his nerves like a flame over his skin, spreading over his scalp before cascading down his spine like rapids. He arched up into the man above him, dug blunt nails down strong muscles as ecstasy continued to climb.
Harder, faster—
Was Boba begging? Screaming? Did his mouth even work? He must have been. Why was he going so steady, so easy, picking him apart so damned tenderly when he needed to feel him? Do it harder— Boba moaned through a snarl.
Fuck fuck—
Gedet’ye—
Make me cum make me cum make me cum—
[//glintudesla — happy Sinday lmao]
[ Send my muse a wet dream and they will rate it on how they wake up - ACCEPTING ]
Harder, fuck, please—
Nails drove deeper, demanding like a beast what his voice was too useless to manage despite how much of it he could hear rattling his own ears. His breath heaved in his chest as Glint's smile curled against his ear, as the man rolled his hips against him in slow steady ruts. He was doing it on purpose, the bastard, and Boba was fighting tooth and nail for his pride in not admitting even to himself that it was doing something for him, that fighting off the urge to beg was dragging him closer than he expected.
Luckily, his brain wasn't making words anymore, so begging wasn't much of a threat.
He felt stars dancing and teasing at the corners of his vision. Gedet’ye, gedet’ye— but all that came out was wordless pathetic desperation he could only barely stifle in time— with the sharps of his teeth digging into Glint's shoulder.
"Nngha—" Damn it, words. He bit harder, felt the give of skin and the taste of sweat, before pulling away from the marks with a faint pop, grabbing Glint closer by the hair as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, growling hard into his ear, "N-nar dral'shyaaa—ah!" Make me, make me, make—
He bucked hard against Glint, please please please, and Glint seemed far too stupidly gleeful about answering him with a soft laugh that pooled boiling hot against his jaw, and a sudden wild rut of victory— that Boba hadn't given up to him yet, damn it, but oh, his grip on it slipped, his body was at Glint's mercy as the rocking ground his back hard into the bed like he weighed damned nothing and— and—
Cold air flooded his lungs. And he was awake.
Awake, yes, with fingers viced around the pillow that was not Glint's hair, thighs trembling with only the blanket between them, stars that chased him from the depths of sleep to blot out his vision.
It took a good minute or so for his senses to slug back to him, for him to realize he was actually somewhere else, only for him to swallow hard and slide his hand down to check what absolutely did not need checking.
Kriffing hell—
"Ngh, you—" He swallowed dryly, and rolled his head to see... Glint next to him. Snoring. Naked, but that was normal because the man had a talent above anyone else in the galaxy for somehow disrobing mid-REM cycle, and very clearly having not been cock-deep in him a second ago besides that.
He slipped his clean hand over his face. In his sleep? Really? He was used to random annoying spikes in libido, but frustration and embarrassment simmered languidly in his chest. He tried to settle, even himself out, think about how best to climb over his boyfriend without waking him so he could get to the damned 'fresher, but something about the dream clung to him. Something about how the the man he loved, the back of his calf pressed to Boba's sleepily, still felt star-hot against the freezing air of the ship.
As soon as his body was supposed to be calmed down and over it, you know, like normal, it wasn't.
He moaned softly, rolled over as his breath hissed through his teeth. He pulled Glint back against him, nails pressed into Glint's breast, the other's spine flush to his chest and hips. He could barely feel the sticky underwear between them as he pressed up against Glint's very bare ass, and it was only making him harder.
Damn it. Kisses and bites and growls ever so slightly ravaged the other man's jaw and throat to 'test' how awake he was.
5 out of 5: had an orgasm in their sleep. Bastard.
