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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Oh! Dealer

Summary: Vada calls Reader for a ride after she does E, they get high together and experience some new highs

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language, drug use

A/N: I cannot confirm nor deny my personal experience in a situation like this...just enjoy this very detailed ecstasy fueled touchy touchy. Also, is the back story in the beginning necessary? No, but I have to world build, I cant help it.

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, drawing the attention of everyone in the silent room. You wince, hit the decline button, and clear your throat. The man sitting across from you glares at you. You gulp, really not wanting to piss him off. The phone vibrates again, and he clenches his jaw, the dagger tattoo on his temple flexing as his skin moves. You hit the decline button again.

“Who the fuck is calling you, kid?” He growls, his eyes burning into your head, his anger palpable.

Every muscle in your body is tight, anxious tension rolling through you. You glance down at the phone and look back at him.

“It’s no one. Just a girl.”

The man sitting on the couch next to you laughs, slapping your shoulder, “I bet you’re a fucking lady killer, aren’t you? Lookin like that,” he looks to the man across from you, “You think so, Whisper?”

You clench your teeth, your expression unsure. You shrug. Whisper curls his lip, his tongue running across his teeth.

“Well, are you?” He asks, cocking his head.

You frown, “Am I what?”

“A fuckin lady killer. Noodle asked you a question, didn’t he? Answer him.”

You glance at Noodle. He’s leaning toward you with childlike glee on his face. He raises his eyebrows and nods at you, his lank, oily hair swishing back and forth. You look back at Whisper across from you, unsure how to answer. Every time you came here was something different. The only consistent thing about these two was their supply of drugs and their ability to make you fear for your life.

You gulp, “I do alright.”

The room falls quiet again. The clock in the kitchen may as well be Big Ben, with how loud its ticking has become. Whisper barks out a hard laugh, breaking the tension and leaning forward to dump a duffel bag on the coffee table. A mountain of small bags filled with pills spews out, sliding over each other.

“What’s your body count?” He asks, his laughter stopping and his face growing serious again.

You try to keep your composure, but you can feel your brows knit together and your lips tighten. You don’t have a choice, you have to give him an answer. The truth or making something up, the number matters. You don’t want to sound like you’re lying, but you don’t want to sound cocky either. Your phone starts to ring again. Whisper looks down at it and smirks.

In an effort to distract him, you say, “S-six.”

Noodle cackles next to you and stomps his feet on the floor, slapping his knees, “See Whisper, I told you! She’s a lady killer!”

Whisper snorts, nodding, “Respect. Six at what? Nineteen? Okay, little buddy. How much you taking today?”

You sigh in relief, the muscles in your jaw relaxing. You don’t bother telling him you’re twenty, and your actual body count is four. The moment has passed, you’ve passed their test. You pull a roll of cash out and hand it over to Whisper, a nervous smile quirking your lips.

“Same as last time. I’ll move it in a week or two.”

Whisper nods, “Good man. Don’t spend too much time crushin' girls, little buddy. You need to make Daddy money.”

He reaches across the table and slaps your cheek lightly. His hand smells like machine oil and gunpowder. You unzip your backpack and use your arm to sweep the baggies into it, zip it up and stand. You don’t look back as you hustle out the apartment door, letting it slam behind you. You try to keep yourself from running down the stairs, ending up in a half-jog until you’re in your car. You start it and peel out, only looking back once the complex is in your rearview.

By the time you’re pulling into your driveway, your nerves have settled. You park the car and pull your backpack into your lap, digging through the little bags until you find the one you want. Little red pills shake around in the bag. They’re stamped with the silhouette of a pin-up girl, the naked lady stamp usually reserved for eighteen-wheeler tire flaps. You open the bag, take a pill out, bite it in half, and let the back half fall into the bag. You chew the pill, grimacing at the taste. You’re testing the product is the excuse you always give yourself. In reality, you just enjoy E, but it can be dangerous and laced with shit that will kill your consumers. Testing it is a win-win, you get high, and your revenue doesn’t get merc’d by a bad pill.

Your phone vibrates at the bottom of your backpack. You dig around until you find it and pull it out, Vadas name is on the screen. Again.

“What do you want, Vada?”

“Remember that pill you sold me last time? The yellow one that looked like a Simpson? Like a week ago. We talked in the parking lot, and you-“

“Vada.” You interrupt her, knowing she will continue to talk until she runs out of words. You haven’t actually found the bottom of her word pit yet, always having to interrupt her to get her to stop.

“Right. Sorry. But do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Remember the pill, the yellow one!” Her voice goes up an octave as she grows impatient with you.

You sigh heavily, resting your head on the car seat. “Yeah, I remember it. What about it?”

“So I took the blue one that day and saved the yellow one, and you know how the grass feels when-“

“Vadaaaa,” you groan, praying the red naked lady you’d just chewed kicked in soon.

She huffs into the phone, “I took it, and I’m stuck can you give me a ride home?”

You close your eyes, then lean forward to rest your head on the steering wheel. The first day Vada approached you asking for drugs, you laughed at her and said no. She was persistent, tailing you and nagging you until you’d given in and sold her half an E pill. That was three years ago. Now she comes to you occasionally to buy when she’s going to a party or wants adderall (even though you’re pretty sure she could get this prescribed for her). Your relationship had developed against your will, her stubbornly insisting you were friends and you reminding her your only role in her life was to take her money. She refused to believe you.

“Where are you?” You grumble, hoping she’s not too far so you can get to her before your drug kicks in.

Briefly, you consider that maybe you are friends. You don’t know any other drug dealers that are willing to give rides to their customers. So maybe you’d developed a small soft spot for Vada, even if you won’t admit it.

“I’m at the park on D street. You know, the one with the-“

“I’ll be there in five.” You interrupt her, hanging up.

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You’re surprised to find her alone at the park. She’s lying on her back in the grass, moving her arms like she’s making snow angels. The streetlights flicker on, and you’re coming up, getting anxious about driving and someone seeing Vada writhing in the grass. You honk your horn, and she sits up, looking around.

You roll your window down and lean out of it, “Let’s go, Vada!”

A huge grin slides across her face, her eyes low-lidded and dopey. She pulls herself to her feet and lurches across the grass to the parking lot, throwing the car door open and dropping into the passenger seat. She shuts the door and turns toward you, smiling, rubbing her cheek on the headrest. Her eyes are nearly black, the drug making her pupils expand unnaturally. She reaches out and runs her fingertips across your forearm, and you bite your tongue. Your pill was kicking in, the touch felt more like silk on your skin than fingers. Vada’s house was too far to drive, you wouldn’t make it before you started to peak. Your house was only five minutes away, so that’s where you take her. She hums to herself, rubbing her hands up and down her thighs and sticking her head out of the window.

Your body is thrumming when you park, the nerves in your skin fooled into finding everything pleasurable by the sudden burst of serotonin in your brain. Vada sits up, a small pout on her lips.

“This isn’t my house,” she drawls.

You rub your eyes, and it’s difficult to stop because it feels so good. You nearly forget why you’re rubbing your eyes until you stop and see Vada staring at you.

“It’s my house. We need to go inside now.”

She nods, accepting the information immediately. You both climb out of the car, but it feels more like a slither. You unlock your front door and shut it behind Vada, leaning your back on it to ground yourself. She makes her way through your entryway, headed for the couch, but you call to stop her. Your grandma is in the living room; it’s her soap hour.

“No, no not that way. Come with me.” You hold your hand out for her to take, and she does, an intoxicated smile on her face.

You lead her to your bedroom, not really thinking it through. You just know you don’t want your grandma to see Vada like this, so it seems to be the safest place to hide her for the next few hours. Her hand in yours feels like the brush of rose petals in your palm, so you hold it gently, hyper-aware of it. She lets go of you and falls into your bed without asking, kicking her shoes off and low crawling up to the pillows. You raise an eyebrow as you watch her roll herself into your down comforter, breathing deeply in the blankets. You’re lucky you’d only taken half a pill, or your self-control would be nonexistent. Just like Vadas now.

If she’s unfiltered when she’s sober, high Vada is a faucet stream of consciousness. Every single word that enters her mind leaves her lips, no second thought, no thought at all, really.

“You know you smell really good,” she says, her voice muffled by the blanket on her face, “like, so good I want to live in you. Can I do that? Or can I just live in your bed? Why do you smell so good?”

You sigh and drag your desk chair over to the foot of the bed, watching her. She’s going to regret what she’s saying when she comes down tomorrow. Even with only half a pill in your system, it’s taking every ounce of self-control for you not to crawl into the bed and roll around with her. At that moment, you decide her voice is better than music, and you hope she never shuts up. The tone and pitch of whatever onslaught coming out of her lips are better than the Chopin records sitting on your shelf. Your thumb and forefinger have the hem of your shirt pinched between them, rubbing the cotton together and feeling every ridge catching and sliding over themselves.

Vada sits up, the blanket wrapped around her head, “Y/n. Your bed is the best place I’ve ever been in my whole entire life. Do you think I died and this is heaven? What are your sheets made out of? I think it’s probably a blend of silk, cotton, and clouds.” She giggles at herself, “Wait, no, you can’t put clouds in houses. Then the house would float away.”

You chuckle, your inhibitions falling away as you feel the ecstasy taking hold of you. Your laughter makes Vada freeze. She drops the blanket and crawls over to the foot of the bed, staring at you in awe. She reaches over and runs her pointer finger down your nose, tickling you. You think if you were made of anything, it’s ashes, and she’s just brushed away the skin on your face with the softest touch you’d ever felt. The sudden compulsion to know what her shirt is made of has you pushing out of the chair and crawling on the bed. She cocks her head as she watches you take the bottom of her shirt between your fingers, rolling the fabric the same way you had done your own.

You look up at her, and to this day, you’d swear there was an ethereal glow behind her. In reality, it’s probably just your desk lamp, but in the drug haze, you’re positive she’s divine.

You lick your lips and run your knuckles over her cheek, “Have you always been so pretty?”

She sucks in a breath, then nods enthusiastically, “I was born with this face! Have you always been so pretty?”

She makes you laugh, and you lean away from her. The tiniest part of your brain is screaming not to make a mistake. You may not have realized how you felt about her before, but you certainly do now. Maybe that soft spot was bigger than you thought. The distance doesn’t do much because as you back away, Vada is leaning forward. She wraps her arms around you in a hug, and you fall backward, landing with her head on your chest. Your entire body lights up, her weight on you setting a fire in your gut, making your breathing quicken and your heart race.

“Woaaaah, you’re so soft,” Vada rubs her cheek over your shirt.

Against your better judgment, you let her continue, wrapping your arms around her and reveling in the comfort of cuddling her. She wriggles her hand out from under you and runs it up your arm. The sensation gives you goosebumps, your skin prickling in a trail following her fingers. She plants her hand on your chest to sit up, straddling your hips. If you were both sober, it would have been enough to make you blush because you’re not wearing a bra, and her fingertip grazed over your nipple, making her eyes widen. She looks down at your breast and runs her finger across it again. You almost forget to stop her it feels so good, but you’re finally able to shake your head and straighten a few things out in your mind.

She moves to touch you again, and you cover yourself with your hand, frowning up at her, “Don’t do that.”

You don’t mean it. You want her to keep doing it more than anything, but you’ve really got to fight to preserve some self-control. Her brow knits together in confusion, and her bottom lip juts out.

“Your nipples are pierced.” She states as if it’s news to you.

You snort and shake your head, removing your hand from your chest, “Only one.”

That tickles her, she laughs, and you can feel it in your belly. “Why do you only have one nipple pierced?” Her eyes are bright and curious as she looks down at you.

You twist your mouth, the slightest bit of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks in a blush, “They were both done. I lost one of the bars when I was cleaning them, forgot about it, and it healed up. So now there’s only one.”

“I want to see it.” She says as if she’s not asking you to get half-naked in front of her.

“Too bad,” you snort, frowning up at her.

She looks down at you, her eyes flitting across your face while she processes some bit of information in her mind. Your hands move against your will to rest on her thighs. You might be denying her, but that doesn’t make her touch feel any less incredible. She looks down at your hands and licks her lips.

“I think I’m peaking,” she says, looking back into your eyes.

You smirk, “Me too.”

“Wait, you too?”

“Yeah, before you called, I was testing the new product. Picked you up before it hit. We’re rolling now.”

She nods, thinking hard again. Then, without explanation or reason, she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside. You’re too shocked to do anything but let your mouth drop open.

“What are you doing?”

She shrugs, “Taking my clothes off.”

“Why?”

“Do you not want me to?” She tilts her head, her hands lingering around the waistband of her shorts.

“I…no. I mean, yes. I mean…I don’t not want you to?”

She scratches her head, then gets distracted and runs her hands over your ribs. “I think we should have sex.”

You choke on your spit, sitting up on your elbows, “What?”

“I think you’re pretty. You think I’m pretty. Everything feels so good right now. I'm basically having sex with you right now. Can it get better? Like how is it on E? I’ve never done it. I’ve never done it on E. I’ve wanted to do it with you for a while. Sometimes I even-“

You hold your hands out to stop her, “Hang on hang on. How do I know you’re not going to freak out once you’re sober?”

She scoffs, her hands pushing your shirt up to your ribs, “Freak out? It’s just sex, y/n. Plus, like I said, sometimes I’ve thought about you-“

“Wait, wait, I can’t think when you’re doing that,” you stop her wandering hands and try to pull them away from your stomach, but there’s nowhere else to put them.

Her weight on your hips is fogging your brain. Her exposed skin looks like velvet. You want her to lay on top of you so you can feel all of it. She smells good, too, like freshly cut grass and cherry chapstick. She starts pushing your shirt up again, and in your musing, you forget to stop her. You help her pull it over your head and fall back when she throws it aside. Her eyes go straight to your boobs. She sits on you, unmoving for a minute, just appreciating you. Her eyes linger on your right side, the side with the metal bar through your nipple. She licks her lips again. Her hand slides up your ribs, and she stops just under your breast, looking back at you. You shrug and nod, figuring why the hell not. Her blown out pupils go back to the silver jewelry as her hand slides over it, the bar slipping between her fingers.

You bite your knuckles, trying not to moan. Before you understand what’s happening, Vada's mouth is latched on to you, her warm tongue flicking at the silver, and this time you do moan. Her other hand rolls your jewelry free nipple between her fingers, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to cum from that alone. Nope. You know you are. Your fingers slide into her hair, and your hips jerk, and you feel like you’re falling through the bed. Floating on the clouds Vada believed couldn’t be brought inside. You’re not even going to address the fact that she’d done this without even taking your pants off. It would go straight to her head. You’d never hear the end of it.

You desperately need to gain control of this situation, or Vada is going to have you a squirming mess. And you’re not even a bottom. Usually. You lift your hips and flip her on her back, her mouth separating from your nipple, leaving it freezing cold as the air hits it. Her breath comes out in a rush and a giggle under you, her eyes unfocused and hands wandering.

“I love boobs,” she says under her breath, then louder, “Yours are incredible. Probably top ten boobs I’ve ever seen. Definitely the number one boobs I’ve touched. This feels like sex, but my pants are on. Can you take my pants off please I want to have sex with you. Are we having sex?”

You blow your hair out of your eyes, resigned to your fate with her. You like her more than you want to admit. And you do really want to have sex with her. But you need to set ground rules first.

“Okay, we can have sex, but-“

“Yessss!” Vada fist pumps, punching the headboard in her excitement. She hisses and pulls her fist down to her chest.

“But! You have to make a promise to me first.” You look down at her, trying not to laugh when her face grows very serious.

She nods, waiting for you to continue.

“1. Promise me a real date when we’re sober.”

She smiles and nods quickly, reaching up for you, but you shake your head and grab her hands, pinning them to her sides.

“And 2. Tell me you want this. Full consent. We’re not having sex until you say it. I’ll say it first. Vada, I consent to have sex with you right now.”

“A date and consent? No problem. Y/n I promise I consent to do a date with you and to take you out on a sex right now…” she frowns, mulling over her words, “that’s not right. I consent to have sex with you immediately. I’ll take you on a date tomorrow.”

“Good enough.” You hook your fingers under her bra and pull it off her head, eager to have your skin on hers.

You drop down, your chest pushing into hers, and she groans, “Oh fuck, I think you’re made of like marshmallows or cashmere or something oh my god, you’re so soft.”

She leans up and kisses you for the first time, and now you’re absolutely sure how you feel about her. The drugs just knocked your walls down, now Vada was under your skin. She kisses you with fervor, her hands all over you. She unbuttons your jeans and pushes them down your hips without breaking your lips apart. You do the rest of the work, kicking them off behind you. You pull her shorts and underwear off in a hurry, your leg slotting between her legs like you were made to fit together. You lean into her, applying pressure to her center, and she gasps, bending her knee to do the same to you. You don't think you’re going to make it through an actual sexual encounter. Not while you’re as high as you are. Every single touch feels like an orgasm, every whisper of breath, every inch of your body is in pure…well…ecstasy.

You settle for grinding into her, mutual sighs of satisfaction escaping between your lips and noses as you kiss her frantically. She pulls you down with her hands on your back, pushing you so your stomach is pressed into hers. You dip your head to kiss her neck and almost regret it because she starts talking again.

“Oh my god, y/n I think my skin is orgasming. Can your brain have an orgasm? Mine is. Your skin- oh shit do that again -“ she pulls you up her thigh, her eyes rolling back, “I don’t know what or how you’re doing that but please never stop.”

Her voice is breathy and light, quieter than usual, but still, it feels like music to you. You keep rocking your hips, your thigh pressing into her as you grind yourself down on her leg. The growing sensation in your lower stomach is just a touch less than too much for you, it’s almost too good, but you keep moving. You move to kiss her chest, but she’s pulling you back to her lips, then pushing your face away as she leans up to wrap her lips around your nipple again. Normally, you would have stopped her and put her in her place, but she felt so good you couldn’t even fathom arguing with her.

Her hands are on your sides, and she pushes you over, regaining her position above you. She ducks her head down to kiss you again, her hands on your breasts. She’s probably not going to let go of them again, which suits you fine. You use one hand to grip her waist, pushing her to keep moving, and the other hand holds her jaw, keeping her with you. You’re not sure how much time passes like that, your hands running over each other, lips tracing over skin, teeth marking soft spots. It’s like being in a warm pool of constant pleasure, Vada is your oxygen, and you are hers. You’re not sure if you ever actually cum, or if she does, or if you ever weren’t cumming. It’s all very hazy and melded and fluid.

Eventually, you do have to stop, and you both splay out on your backs, gasping for air. You reach over her, flipping on your ceiling fan, kissing her breastbone, and falling onto your back. The cool air licks across your sweaty skin, making you shiver. Vada rolls to face you, and you’re half afraid she’s going to get on top of you again. She doesn’t, she just rests her hand on your chest and watches you, quiet for the first time in hours. The comedown is barreling toward you, you know it.

You turn your head to look at her, “We’re going to crash soon.”

She yawns, “That’s okay.”

“You staying here tonight?”

She closes her eyes and nods, her thumb brushing over your sternum. She cracks one eye open, “Actually, I do need one thing, though.”

You frown, your eyes growing heavy, “What’s that?”

“I need so much water. I could drink a bathtub full. Or a swimming pool, or-“

“Okay,” you roll out of the bed and pad into the bathroom attached to your room.

When you come out, you have two huge glasses of water and hand her one. You sit on the edge of the bed, gulping yours down. When it’s gone, you set the cup on the nightstand and look over at Vada. Her cup is empty and lying on the pillow next to her. Her dark hair is splayed out on the pillow, her chest rising and falling peacefully as she sleeps. It’ll be the best sleep she has in her life, you know from experience. Tomorrow would suck, the chemicals in your brain at an all-time low, but if Vada is there, you can’t imagine being too low. You drop back onto your pillow, sling your arm over Vada’s stomach, and let the post-ecstasy crash suck you down into dreamless slumber.

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mandospace · 3 years

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My Moon (Boba Fett x Virgin!Reader Smut)

Request: Hey!! I really enjoy reading your fics <3 I don't know if you still take requests but if so, maybe something with current older Boba? Virgin, touch starved reader who is so kind but never gets kindness in return? Crushin' on Boba but you don't think he'd ever want you. Thank you for reading. <3

Requested By: @ortizshinkaroff

Word Count: 5,041

Warnings: SMUT! If you are under 18, DO NOT INTERACT! Swearing, dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), PinV sex, innocence kink, virgin reader

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this... like, a lot. If Boba could take my virginity like this I would DIE! Anyways, my requests are open so send in any Din or Boba requests you’d like me to write! I hope you all enjoy!

MASTERLIST

“Right behind you, mesh’la,” Boba passed behind you, his large hand splayed against the small of your back as he squeezed past. His touch was fleeting, only a momentary brush of his fingers over the dip of your back, but its effect was lasting. Heat coursed through your body like a tidal wave. It was burning on your cheeks and you ducked your head away from his gaze. He didn’t even notice your reaction to his touch, he just continued on his way up to the cockpit of Slave One, like it was no big deal to touch you. Yet here you were, nearly hyperventilating as you tried to calm your racing heart.

He shouldn’t have this much of an effect on you.

Kriff, he could just look at you and you’d melt into a puddle. You weren’t sure if it was the green and red armor, his walk, his broadness, his voice, his touch-

Oh, who were you kidding? It was everything about him. He was perfect, like the Maker hand-crafted him just for you. Gave him all of the qualities that you look for in a partner- strong, brave, incredibly handsome. He was both heaven and hell for you. Heaven to look at, hell to be near.

You were perpetually stuck in hell. Boba was nothing but kind to you, always treated you well. Protected you on hunts and provided you with everything you could ever want. Every glance he gave you, every story of his past he bestowed upon you, every lingering touch made you want the older bounty hunter. It was almost painful being around him. He was like a roaring fire that kept you warm but if you got too close, he would surely burn you.

That small little touch had set your soul aflame. You tried to calm down your racing heart and stop the images that flashed in your mind. You wondered how it would feel to be with him. The image of him coming back from a hunt, dirty and exhausted, pressing your body against the metal hull of his ship made your pussy throb with need. You had never been touched by anyone before, but you wanted him to touch you. To take you apart at your seams and put you back together just so that he could do it all over again. Your eyes fluttered closed at the thought of his large hands mapping out your body, leaving sparks in their wake. A breathy moan slipped past your lips and you rested your head against the cool metal of his ship. You needed to get a hold of yourself.

“Are you okay, mesh’la?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts of him pressing into you. Heat flushed over your skin and your eyes opened in surprise.

“Y-yeah, why?” you cleared your throat, hating how desperate you sounded.

“I heard you moaning. I thought you were hurt,” he strode up to you and cupped your face in his hand. The worn leather felt delicious against your skin and his warmth seeped into your cheek. You flushed again.

“I just stubbed my toe,” you lied through your teeth. His forefinger and thumb gripped your chin and Boba tilted your face up towards his. He had never touched you for this long before, this intimately, and his dark eyes peered into your own. If he didn’t stop this, you were going to do something embarrassing. Like kiss him. He wouldn’t want that. “I’m fine.”

His eyes narrowed. “Be careful, princess.” Boba tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before walking back to the cockpit. His touch lingered and it felt like there were live wires littering your skin. You could still feel the pressure of his fingers gripping your chin.

Maker, you had to get a hold of yourself. You couldn’t think about your employer like this. Boba wouldn’t want someone like you, he would want someone stronger and more beautiful. A woman who knew what she was doing both in and out of bed, not some floundering girl that became flustered after one touch. He deserved better than you. Your brain told you all of these things, anxiety pilling on top of each other. The weight sat on your chest and threatened to push you under.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you got back to work. The day quickly passed on the ship due to its regulated timer. Even though the two of you were hurtling through hyperspace, the ship’s internal clock dimmed the lights in accordance with a planetary cycle. You had worked on many different projects during the day, fixing weapons and repairing the various mechanics found in the ship. You tried to distract yourself from the memory of Boba’s touch on your skin. He was so close to you earlier today, his scent so much more powerful due to his proximity. He smelled of blaster residue and rain. He smelled like home.

Shaking your head to dispel the thoughts of Boba, you made your way towards the cockpit to wish him a goodnight. He was in his pilot’s seat, fingers programming coordinates into the ship’s navigation system. The white streaks of stars and planets passing by the ship shined on his painted beskar armor. His helmet was placed on the passenger seat, black visor reflecting the light. He didn’t notice when you came in, or at least he didn’t give any indication that he did.

“I’m heading to bed,” your voice was small, worried that you were bothering him. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“C’mere, mesh’la,” Boba turned his seat to face you and held out his hand. His eyes searched your face, looking for any hesitation. Sucking in a breath, you made your way to him. He grabbed your hand when you were close enough and tugged you towards him. You stumbled over your feet until you came to a stop between his spread legs.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he squeezed your hand tighter and looked up into your eyes. You felt your heart stop when his free hand reached up to caress your face, gloved thumb gliding over your cheekbone. “You’ve been a bit... off lately.”

Heat coursed through your veins in embarrassment. You weren’t as slick as you thought you were in hiding your feelings for the older bounty hunter. You tried to say something, anything, but you just stood there- gaping like a fish out of water.

“You can tell me, mesh’la,” Boba tugged on your arm again. This time you couldn’t go any further forward and you fell into his lap. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. The other brought your legs up and over so that you were sitting sideways across his lap. His thumb started tracing patterns into the skin above your knee. “Please. You’re scaring me.”

He was so close to you in this position. His dark eyes met yours and your heart sputtered inside your chest. It would be so easy to just reach out and learn what his scarred cheek would feel like against your palm. So easy to pull him towards you and kiss him.

“Mesh’la.” his tone was pleading and the hand tracing patterns on your skin moved up your leg to grip your hip tightly. You couldn’t help but suck in a shaky breath at his touch. Your eyes dropped down to his chapped lips and you wondered what they would feel like against yours.

“I-“ your voice came out choked, the words stuck in your throat. Being this close to him was intoxicating. His very presence was like a drug to you. How were you going to explain to him that you wished he would take everything from you, take everything you had to offer? To take you on every surface of his prized ship until you were screaming his name?

“Girly, you’re driving me crazy with your silence,” Boba growled low in his chest. The hand on your hip moved up to grip your chin, making you look at him. “Tell me, mesh’la.”

The pressure of his thumb and forefinger gripping your chin and his proximity was too much. His scent was overwhelming. Everything about Boba was too much. Before you could stop yourself, your hand came up and tugged his face towards yours. Your lips crashed against his and fireworks that could rival the destruction of the Death Star erupted behind your eyes.

Boba groaned against your lips, his hand holding your jaw moved up and into your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks. His tongue swiped at the seam of your lips, begging for access which you happily granted him. Your tongue pushed against his and you couldn’t help how you pulled him even closer with both hands. The feeling of him biting your bottom lip made you whimper.

“Boba,” you whined against his lips when the need for air became too great. Need for him pooled in your underwear embarrassingly fast. He had barely touched you and you were already soaking through your panties.

“Mesh’la,” Boba moaned against your skin, his lips trailing across your face and down your neck. He stopped over your pulse point, sucking a dark mark into the skin that was sure to last weeks. His lips made their way back up to yours and pulled you into a bruising kiss. He wasted no time before he licked into your mouth. You had no idea that he even remotely reciprocated your feelings. When you had leaned in to kiss him, you were almost positive that he would push you off his lap in disgust. You never would have predicted that he would want you too.

“Need you,” Boba groaned against your lips, nipping your bottom lip again. The hand in your hair moved down and gripped your hip to reposition you in his lap. He grabbed at your thigh and tugged so that you were now straddling him, your legs on either side of his and pressing against the arms of his chair. Boba rolled his hips up into you and you felt the prominent bulge that was straining against the fabric of his flight suit.

Gasping, you pulled away from Boba in shock. Once again heat flushed through your veins, pooling low in your stomach and resting on your cheeks. His hands gripped your hips and ground your clothed center onto him, rolling his hips up to yours in time. The feeling of him pressing against where you needed him most was too much. You had never done this kind of thing before and you had no idea what you were doing. You didn’t want to disappoint him. “Wait.”

Boba’s lips paused against the skin of your neck before pulling back to look at you. One of his hands released their grip on your hip to cup your cheek. “What’s wrong, ner me'suum'ika?”

You were momentarily thrown off by this new name he called you. You knew it was Mando’a, just like the one he usually called you, but you never knew what he was saying. Blinking away your distraction, you met his dark eyes. “I’ve, um, never done... this.”

Boba looked up at you in confusion. “Done what?”

You were positive that you were burning hotter than any sun at that moment. Here you were, straddling the man of your dreams, his hard length throbbing against you, and you had to admit to him that you were a virgin. That you haven’t done anything before and that you couldn’t please him in the way you wanted to, the way he deserved. “I’m a virgin.”

He blinked twice at you, absorbing your words before a chuckle sounded from his chest. Dread dropped in your stomach like a rock until he opened his mouth. “That doesn’t bother me, ner me'suum'ika. If you want to stop we can stop.”

His soft words warmed you from the inside out. Boba gave you such a soft look when he told you those comforting words. He gently pulled your face to his and placed a soft kiss against your lips. While you loved how soft and gentle he was being with you right now, it wasn’t what you needed. You needed to feel Boba inside of you.

You experimentally rolled your hips over his clothed length, basking in Boba’s moan. His hand returned to your hip and he pulled you closer against him, rubbing his hard cock against you. “Mesh’la, we don’t have to-”

“I want to,” you cut him off with another roll of your hips. The feeling of his hard cock pressed against your core was incredible. With every roll of your hips, the fabric of your panties grinded against your clit in the most delicious way possible. The feeling of Boba pressing into you and his lips on yours was driving you crazy. You needed more of him. “Just-” the words caught in your throat when he pressed his cock against you, rubbing against your clit. “-have to show me how.”

Boba’s eyes darkened with lust at your words. A growl ripped through his chest and his grip on you tightened. “Fuck, baby, I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”

He crashed his lips against yours and he rolled his hips into you. Your lips parted in a gasp at the feeling of his throbbing length and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth once more. Your hands traced down his chest, trailing over the cool green beskar. Stopping the motions of your hips, your hand palmed his cock through the material of his pants. He felt so big in your small hand and you haven’t even seen him yet. You went to unbutton his pants and release his throbbing length but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“Not yet, ner me'suum'ika,” Boba tsked, pulling your hand away from his groin.

“But I need you,” you whimpered.

“Not yet, baby,” he grinned and pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “I’ve got to get you ready for me first.”

Boba stood up from his chair and grabbed your waist. You squealed at his quick motions and the sensation of falling but he easily pulled you against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you through the hull of his ship and into his chambers before setting you down on his bed. Boba stood between your spread legs and took in the sight of you- chest heaving, hair wild, eyes dark, and lips swollen from his kisses. Maker, he wanted to take you right then and there but he had to be gentle and take his time with you.

Leaning over you, Boba pressed his lips to yours before trailing down your neck. Sighing his name, you relished in the feeling of Boba’s lips against your skin and his hands roaming your body. His large hands pushed the hem of your shirt up, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. He kept tugging up until your shirt was discarded somewhere in his room. Boba cupped your covered breasts and moaned at the feeling of your pillowy flesh. He dipped his head down and pressed kisses over your breasts, licking and sucking marks into your skin.

“Fuck, you look so pretty,” Boba kissed up your throat. He reached behind you to undo your bra, tossing it to the floor so it could join your shirt. His thumbs brushed over your nipples and a soft moan slipped past your lips. Boba had barely touched you but the pleasure was already too much.

“Boba,” you whined and tugged his face up to yours so you could capture his lips in a kiss. You trailed your hands down his armored chest, stopping right above his trousers. Gripping his hard cock, you moaned into the kiss. “Please.”

“Eager, are we?” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, ner me'suum'ika, I’ll take care of you.” His lips began to trail down your body, hands cupping and squeezing whatever soft flesh they could grab. Boba licked at one of your pert nipples and smiled when your breath caught in your throat. He made his way down your body and unbuttoned your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. The garments fell to the floor and Boba laid down between your spread legs, drinking in the sight of your sopping pussy. Your eyes screwed shut when he trailed a gloved finger through your dripping folds, collecting your arousal on the worn leather. Boba’s eyes were dark and the grin on his face was devious when he sucked on his finger, licking away your juices. His resounding moan made your hips buck in need. “Taste so good, mesh’la. Can I taste you again?”

His eyes met yours from between your legs, silently asking for your permission. All you could do was nod your head eagerly, the excitement and pleasure already building up. The answering smile on his face was beautiful, a bright white against his tan skin. Before you could commit the sight to memory, Boba dropped his head and licked a broad stripe between your folds. His tongue was searing against your core- unlike anything you’ve ever felt. The air left your lungs in a gasp at how good it felt to have his tongue on you. Boba licked at your cunt, gathering up and tasting your arousal before he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking hard. You moaned loudly- a little bit embarrassed at the sound he drew from you- but you couldn’t care less. Boba Fett was between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a man trapped in a desert and you were the only source of water for miles.

“Oh!” expletives constantly fell from your lips as he continued his delicious torture on your cunt. You could feel him smirking against your folds, proud that he was making you feel this good with just his mouth alone. The pleasure built up inside of you, threatening to spill over. Boba’s tongue dipped down to your entrance, drinking you in. He brought his gloved hand up to your folds, circling your clit before dipping down to where his tongue licked. Pressing in, Boba worked his finger inside of your tight cunt. It was only one finger but the feeling of it curling against your walls made you throw your head back against his pillows and arch your back in pleasure. Boba just smirked and wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, pushing another finger into your fluttering hole.

“Got to open you up so you can take me, ner me'suum'ika,” Boba hummed against your folds, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. He started to push a third finger into you, the pain of him opening you up stinging just a bit. “Maker, you’re so tight around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock.”

His words were like an electric shock to your system. “Please,” you begged, grinding your pussy against his face and fingers. You could feel the coil inside of you tighten as he curled his middle finger against the bundle of nerves. “I want you.”

“Not yet,” Boba chuckled lightly, pumping into your pussy at a faster pace. “I want you to come for me first. Do you think you could do that? Come all over my fingers and mouth?”

Your jaw dropped at his filthy words, mouth forming an ‘o.’ You had never experienced this much pleasure before- your hands had never made you feel this good. You wondered if sex always felt like this or if it was just because of the bounty hunter between your legs. His fingers brushed against that spot inside of you and his tongue flicked your clit and before you knew it you were cumming on his fingers and mouth just like he wanted you to. Your back arched and your hands gripped the sheets under you tightly, a cry of pleasure echoed off the metal walls. It felt like you were floating above your body, watching you cum as Boba licked at your pussy, prolonging your pleasure. Soon enough you were crashing back to reality and the feeling of him continuously lapping at your cunt became too much.

“Boba,” you choked out, trying to push his face away from your pussy. Before the overstimulation became too much, he pulled his fingers out of you. His eyes seemed darker than they were before as he stared up at you from between your legs. The sight of your cum smeared over his lips and chin made your heart falter in your heaving chest.

“Did so good for me, mesh’la,” Boba cooed, pressing a kiss to your clit before he climbed his way back up your body. He pressed his lips against yours and you could taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss was passionate and it took what little breath you had away. You had never felt this much pleasure before and you desperately wanted to return the favor. You wanted to know what he tasted like.

“Not now, little one,” Boba stopped your hand that was palming his hard length through his pants. You whined against his lips but he just chuckled and gave you a quick kiss. “Tonight’s about you. I want to make you feel good.”

“Sucking your cock would make me feel good,” you mumbled against his lips. Boba’s eyes widened at your words, shocked that you could be so dirty. Heat flashed over your cheeks.

“You’ll get your chance,” Boba smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Trust me, I want to watch you try to take me in your mouth but that’s for another time. Right now, I need to be inside of you.”

You couldn’t argue with him when he used such sound logic. Him voicing that he wanted to be inside of you made your pussy throb with need. Nodding your head, you pulled him into another kiss before he stepped back from you and began to shed his armor.

He was so broad with his green and red armor, but somehow he looked even bigger when he stripped his clothes off his body. Silver scars littered his skin, each one had a story and you desperately wanted to learn them while you traced your lips over each and every one. Boba smirked at the hungry look in your eyes as he took off his clothes. He knew he wasn’t the best looking man in the galaxy but the way you looked at him made him feel like he was. His cock pulsed in his pants with the need to be inside of you. He couldn’t wait any longer after months of dreaming about it. Boba tugged down his pants, freeing his aching cock.

Boba’s cock sprung free and the sight of him, all of him, made you gulp. He was so big, you weren’t sure how he would fit inside of you. His cock was both long and thick, and while you didn’t have anything to compare it to, you were positive that he was well above average. “I don’t think it will fit.”

Boba’s laugh was rich as it bounced off the metal walls of his chambers. “Don’t worry, ner me'suum'ika. It’ll fit, we just have to take it slow.”

You nodded at his words and scooted up his bed, making room for the bounty hunter. Boba leaned over you, arms on either side of your head. His large frame trapped you beneath him. Boba nudged his nose against yours before he captured your lips in a kiss. “Are you sure about this, mesh’la?”

“Of course,” your hand cradled the back of his head and you pressed your forehead against his. “There’s no one else I’d rather do this with.”

Boba was usually a very composed man- never one to show his emotions. But you pressing your forehead against his, unknowingly giving him a keldabe kiss, and saying those words made him flush visibly. The blush that dusted his tan, scarred cheeks was beautiful. Before he could do something stupid, like confess his feelings for you, Boba pressed his lips tenderly against yours.

Taking hold of his cock, he pumped his long shaft a few times before he dragged the tip through your wet folds that were dripping with your cum. A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your wet pussy. Boba notched the tip at your entrance, slowly rolling his hips forward and pushing into your tight cunt.

It was slightly painful, Boba’s cock pushing into you. He took it slow, only giving you an inch of his length at a time, letting you rest inbetween and grow accustomed to him. Soon enough, pain melted into pleasure and Boba bottomed out, the wiry hair at the base of his cock brushing against your clit. Your chest was heaving and you could already feel the pleasure building up inside of you again. Boba pressed another kiss to your lips, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightly clamping down on him. You were so tight around him and you felt absolutely perfect. It was like you were made for him.

“Can I move, ner me'suum'ika?” Boba panted, trying to restrain himself from pounding into you. Burying your face into his neck, you nodded and pressed a small kiss to his pulse point. Drawing his hips back, Boba grit his teeth at the feeling of your velvet walls dragging over his cock. He paused with just the tip of his cock in you, giving you a moment to adjust before he ground back into you. The sounds that you made were heavenly- breathless moans and whimpers mumbled against his skin. Boba slowly rolled his hips into yours, setting a languid pace.

Your nails raked down his strong back when the head of his cock brushed against that bundle of nerves. A gasp left your parted lips and you moaned his name, unintentionally clenching around his hard length. Boba’s hips stuttered against yours and he pulled your face back up to his.

“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last,” he sheepishly admitted, nudging his nose against yours. A sly smile made its way onto your lips and the sight of you beneath him made Boba drop his forehead to yours. You felt too good.

“Me neither,” you captured his lips in yours and Boba picked up the pace now that you were used to him. The feeling of him grinding his hips into yours, cock pulsing hot inside of you had you seeing stars. He once again found that spot inside of you and you gasped, “there!”

Boba grabbed your leg and brought it up and over his hip, pushing deeper into you at this new angle. His fingers dug into your thigh and he could feel your release approaching with every brush of his cock against that bundle of nerves. Your breathing was picking up and the moans slipped past your lips faster. Boba brought his thumb down to your cunt, rough pad circling your clit. Your back arched and your chest pressed against his. The feeling of him dragging against your walls and his thumb working circles into your clit was becoming too much.

“Boba, I-” your words were cut off by a sob, tears began to form at the corners of your eyes. You could feel your orgasm approaching faster than before.

“I know, I can feel it,” Boba groaned into your mouth, picking up the pace of both his thrusts and thumb. Your walls were clenching around him and he could feel his own release building inside of him. “Come for me, ner me'suum'ika,” his hips snapped against yours and he licked into your mouth. “Cum all over my cock.”

It was too much- his cock, his thumb, his words- and you came crashing down like a meteor. His name fell from your lips repeatedly in sobs and cries of pleasure. Your nails were digging into the skin of his back and you were positive that you were leaving angry red marks on his tan skin.

The walls of your cunt clamped down around his cock and he could feel the juices of your release coating him. His hips pistoned against yours as he chased his own high. “Where?” Boba moaned against your lips, feeling his balls start to pull up tight with his impending release.

“In me,” you mumbled into his mouth. You were still reeling from your release, drunk on Boba. You needed to know what it felt like for him to cum inside of you. “Come for me, Boba.”

Your sultry words pushed him over the edge and he grunted and groaned as he spurted his cum inside of you. The warmth of his seed painting your walls was something you’d never forget- you’d cherish this moment forever.

Boba’s hips stilled and he could feel the need for sleep overcoming him. You were so warm, so soft- Boba wanted this for the rest of his days.

“Thank you,” you whispered, gingerly placing a kiss at the edge of his mouth. Boba cupped your face and pulled you into a proper kiss, tongue swiping over your bottom lip.

“For what?” he questioned, pulling out of you with a groan. Your combined releases spilled onto his sheets, soaking them, but he could care less.

“For this,” you pressed your face into his chest as he pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around your smaller frame.

“It was an honor, ner me'suum'ika,” Boba placed a tender kiss on your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. You smelled like home.

“What does that mean?” you yawned, nuzzling further into him. “Ner me-me’suu-”

“It means ‘my moon,’“ Boba smiled into your hair. “Is it... is it okay if I call you that?”

“More than okay,” you were glad that he couldn’t see your face because of how flushed it was. You pressed a kiss to his chest. “What can I call you?”

“Whatever you’d like, ner me'suum'ika,” his eyes started to drift close. “I’m yours.”

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Mando’a Translations:

Mesh’la = beautiful

Ner me'suum'ika = my moon

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Beauty Realms

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I refused to pick myself up

Off the damn ground

Just like u refused to help

That child to his feet

Stop letting ur guns whisper

Wrds get crisper like ruffles

Listen to ur heart listen

To ur heart listen to ur lover

Don't go out like biggie Tupac?

U dig? macking like combs

No poppa just bringing something proper

Stop poppin start huggin

And she never ever kept me

Warm at night pick up in

Hearses brief like gun be silent

My children Feel the prints on dead mulch

Shook ur folks like her looks

Killer creepin to ur window

Crushin dead leaves as he enters

A person's crib bnn hit in the face

By the coffin lid father thought

It was intentional i took it well

No help meh i come from them

Like mary for her baby the times

They never good to us

trump got me thinking

Biggie got me shaking my head

Tupac got me Reminiscing

Robin Schultz have me forlorn

I wanna think sick dreams to put

The devil to sleep why the fightin?

Stop u cryin ur groaning tha moanin

Caht u see im dying on my death

Bed like Wallace said u wouldn't understand I'll make the phone call brief

Like highschool love u don't wanna love

No more too late for this

Somebody put the pipe to my

Nutshell i want the trigger to

Talk dirty to me so let it squeeze

Young Fools don't wanna help a nigga

Breathe and i don't make enough bread

To set examples Like chances

Making mills givin bills no cheap thrills lovin pll Instead of ur bread ur pills love urself Even tho i tried i cried too much

Am srry too much let's sit

And hold hands with kim

Tell donald he gotta go

Let Steyer Take office i wanna

See smiles on people's faces

I wanna see Liberia and Africa

Dance to no more sickness no more pain

Tell shinzō am srry he won't accept it

But i want to express the thought

That should matter to him and me

Like they and them but no one ever

Spoke of us and we its always i to the am

No she cuz they were too irrelevant

To man as man was too

irrelevant to woman its funny how

That i express this better thnn a

Typical adult would but i was i

I shook my head and asked my

Pistol for help it proceeded to

Shoot meh in the noggin why The jokin?

I wasn't yet laughin stop clowin

This Is serious drink the maggots

Eat ur meal the coffins call us all

They stop ur flower bringing

Ur slow songs whnn three yrs go by

now ur just dirt

In the hue time its past our time Subliminal like a correspondence

Too dependable Don't overreact

I hate going to the room cover doors

We gonna be here for awhile so two-sided

Living like a hypocrite so wishy-washy

Triggers keep whispering to me

Why call the ems? U got soul to

Call them urself u pullin my leg

Choking my collar put up

against the furnace Hansel and Gretel

Got away scott free pull ur guns

But pull ur frustrations on ur kids

Why so petty? I must find a way to die

Getting real tired of people just let

Me die slow slow as sloth

u waste my time wrap me up like

A pharaoh no king no godd just a bad boy

Im choking on wrds as ur friends choke

On high clouds sinking in high tide

Oh no no don't come back and haunt

My lonely soul i ain't got time

For entities gotta my mind

On my goddamn feelings don't Have

Time for weeping gotta

keep my Eyes on goddamn time

Don't carsick me with ur fake affection

I couldn't figure out why the same

Damn cars were parked outside hospitals

Evrynight i couldn't picture my

Lover dying a slow death too

Gone like onfroy and the Nineties

Were terrible with some honorable

Mentions the hospital was a night clinic

Send urself back the crib

dying early dawns suffocating

On life support u test me my heart

Ripped out Rip so sad let die

Wasn't worth a penny a Dime To'em

U didn't wanna be a molester

No killer am in the act of street knowledge Am stray no godd

Wise godd stray i get around i see well

I don't lie well but eat good

Make sour promises look distainful

I keep wrds as if they were

precious stones i sought it out

Like beauty realms but unreachable

Like a pretty woman like a goddess

They saw me ugly and unseasoned

Had a personality i never seen before

More lame thnn the average

So weak thnn the meek so wasteful

Like a bottle not precious as diamonds

Flith as a rug that's me on ur floor dead

Its so real like a beauty realm

i couldn't touch and fantasies and dreams

Remained in my skull but shut them off

With a noose i was so wrong Whnn will

I see a smile on my Face??

Whnn will Japan forgive Us???

Who will feed the needy everyday?

Make ur days worth don't make one

Day good make a hundred more

So high u could be like Jesus

But u weren't my saviour

Stop climbing high u wanted

Clout and fame for ur good deeds

Stop ur boasting be humble

Ur not a modest man with high morals

Not so great now Huh??

U think u better thnn Us yeah???

U misunderstood my lettering

That's why with each paragraph

U get more and more confused

This isnt to teach its to understand

Why we lack so i keep my head low

And except the worser deeds by

The higher man cuz they lie all the same

I look for imperfections in the mirror

Instead i saw the devil mock me

With sick expression ur no Ecstasy

Just a supernatural phenomenon

Caused By my own fabricated Infatuation

Within beauty and splendor so

Grand i shot my heart out

Filled my head With Grandeur

Passed out on my brother's shoulder

But he knock me to the ground

And cussed me being a flower

I was a ugly flower brother saw

Me a burden and our mother troublesome

And our sister worrisome but i

Cut off excuses brother why the frowin?

Have i failed u? I was i not motivated

To keep ur mind at ease

I grieve on ur bed side cuz the way u sleep Looks as if ur in a coffin and i couldn't Bare the sight i sigh cuz we all will be In wood coffins one way or another People shoot me off my feet

Like a realm i was forever lost

To Infinite amount of souls

Crying to themselves rotten

Like the stray the maggots breed on him

I passed the arsenic to my

Darling lover no wonder why

The blue blazer and the yellow tights

Fitted me so well i was going

To start a mass chain affect

So horrendous be like Marylin Monroe

Dial nine no call back just silence

Crack of dawning lead out in a stroller

Beauty's dead and where was judy?

Tell me if i go to a pastor

Will be truthful with Me?

Could he say with a heavy heart

That things happen for a reason?

Could he rlly honestly possibly

Probably hopefully reassure me

That i could die Happy???

Uh huh....didn't think so....

Riddle me this u ppl who think ur above all

U who thinks ur generosity

holds no bounds u women hold signs

For change u need to rlly look

Urselves in the mirror to understand me

Riddle me this can we still love

Once the heart stops beating??

Can u fix a beggar a hot meal

Without think lowly or suspicious

Of him? Can u care for a child

After he lost waht u got??

See ironically u all berates me

Cuz u kno im telling the truth

But ur stuck in denial and me

Taking great pity in u

I sigh and walk into a hwy

My talking was shunned out by

Visco girls and Woman stereotyping

Men without giving urselves a second

Reason whnn we act we act reason

The other 50% were just fools

I turned a Symphony to a sad man crying

Old man dying dead stray a walkin

I stop the talkin cuz am sinking

They murders me softly

I sullied myself to the coffin once more as The birds stop their srry note

Im being for real for real.

And not fake for fake

See where am going with this??

But u don't wanna listen

But u wanna help ppl??

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