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Deleting this blog and re-uploading just my stories within the week. Just an update. Moving to @imstillahoeforclones

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Imprisoned | Dogma x Reader (Part 25)

Ok finding gifs is so hard it usually takes me so long

     (Y/n) and Dogma arrived at one of Coruscant’s biggest supermarkets, only a short while before noon. Saoirse was about ready for her afternoon nap and was falling asleep in (y/n)’s arms as she got out of the taxi. Dogma handed the driver some credits and waved him off, thanking him for the ride. He followed (y/n) up to the building and looked all around once they stepped inside. He’d never seen any place like it. He examined all the posters and signs displaying advertisements for different types of foods, things he had never even heard of. He was used to eating what was provided for them on the base, ration bars, or whatever food that was served at 79’s. 

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Not sure if anyone done this but…

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Trust and Intuition

Chapter 6 (final)

Mando x Reader

In a panic, the Mandalorian rushed over to where you and the child fell. As he ran over, he shot Jido right between the eyes, which killed him instantly. “No, no, no, no,” panic laced his voice as he dropped to his knees right next to you.

Your chest barely moved as your breath became more and more shallow. The Mandalorian gently cradled your head and turned you so that you faced up. He then looked down at your midsection where you were hit. Blood oozed out of your side and he could tell the hit was painful… and fatal if nothing was done.

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Palpatine’s Journey

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Do you have any platonic HC for ct-99 and reader?

Platonic 99 x Reader HCs

Warning: cute as hell

     - (Y/n) considered him one of his/her closest friends. They met when (y/n) came to investigate the facility, and they began a conversation which went on for hours.

     - Twice a month (if the war allowed it) (Y/n) would invite him over to make dinner together and it would usually end up with another several hour long, extremely engaging conversation.

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It´s not a real space adventure with Thrawn, if you didn´t experience the feeling of being about to die at least 3 times

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Okay hear me out but the reader having on some vibrating panties that mando connected to his arm piece. Your in a shop or in a bar and he's just messing with you to see har far he can go. Or its a punishment 😈

Every time you try to glare at him, he’s just motionless. Damn that helmet obscuring any chance of reading his expression. You’re trying to TALK to this damn shopkeeper, and your attempts at haggling are just about ruined by these inconvenient jolts of buzzing heat the man shadowing your elbow keeps casually sending you.

You excuse yourself, pretend to examine a rack of jackets, and Mando pounces on the opportunity. He really lets the thing rip, and it’s all you can to do keep your knees from buckling at the sweet pulses being directed against the absolutely perfect spot. Mando was meticulous, testing the angles all around your clit, until he was certain it was strapped right where you would feel it most.

Your glaring turns to pleading, face now turned up to search that beskar mask for mercy in the back corner of this shop. Of course, you can’t find any there. He’s still motionless, acting like nothing at all is happening, and for a moment you get the strangest sensation there’s no one at all inside that suit. You’re alone in this embarrassment and this intensity.

You push the feeling aside, grabbing at his arm between beskar plates, not only to keep yourself standing but also to feel the warm body underneath.

“What’s the problem,” his modulated voice asks calmly.

“My PROBLEM,” you speak through gritted teeth as the fucker turns up the speed of the vibrations, “Is that I’m not naked in your bunk right now.”

Mando pulls you closer, lacing his fingers between your own, and your heart leaps. He inclines his helmet toward you, until you’re close enough to hear him take in a breath. “Soon enough.” His voice is frustratingly matter-of-fact, as if seeing you like this isn’t affecting him at all. But you know better. You feel the way his thumb is twitching along the back of your hand, the weight of his focus on nothing but you. He turns, and tugs you toward the door. “Let’s check out a few more shops.”

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How do you think Mando would react to seeing his lover at the end of their rope? They’re stressed out, not sleeping or eating, and irritable. Horny part of me wants him to fuck the attitude right out of them/fuck them till they pass out. Tender part wants him to genuinely worry

“Eaaaasy.” Mando puts his hand on the center of your chest, forcing you to slow down in a way that’s gentle, intimate, and direct.

You hadn’t even realized how shallow your breathing had become, how tightly wound your chest felt, like there wasn’t enough space between your ribs. Mando’s large and armored hand is just heavy enough to bring your awareness out of your spiraling thoughts and back into your body, centering you on your heart, the essence of your life force.

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mando finds you touching yourself. what does he do?

He knows he should announce himself, or at the very least back away silently, and pretend this never happened. But the sight of you with your hand thrust down your pants, shirt pulled up hastily and brows clenched in passion, floods his senses and tears away all his better judgment for the moment. He knew letting you on his ship would be a temptation, but he had underestimated the size of it, the gut-wrenching depth of the craving he would feel for you through all the small intimacies of living in such close quarters.

You could open your eyes any second, and you would see him there, standing at the threshold, looming like a creep. Why won’t his legs move. He tells them to, and the only sensory information he gets back from his lower body is the straining complaint of his cock swelling inconveniently inside his pants. You’re right there, and you’re wanting. Oh, how you’re wanting, writing on the deck with your knees spread, the twitching of your arm muscles frantic and desperate.

The worst part is, he knows you’re thinking about him. He saw the look on your face when your bodies broke apart, after the awkward position required by the ship repair he was helping you with had him bracing your hips against his own. Maybe it hadn’t really been necessary for him to hold your upper body steady with firm hands around your ribs. That temptation had hit him in the throat and he couldn’t help but take the excuse to touch you just a little more. He hadn’t thought he was being obvious.

Apparently he wasn’t, because you hadn’t asked him to help you ease the pressure you were currently working off yourself. Instead you’d slipped away to take care of the way he’d made you feel in private. He feels guilty about that, watching you now. Look at what he’s done. Your head thrashes and a low moan escapes your lips. You still haven’t opened your eyes, still haven’t caught him watching, rapt and starved.

Your body is arching. He can see that you’re close to bringing yourself over the edge. He takes a step forward, wanting to reach out, to make your fantasy come true.

He takes a step back. It probably meant something that you slipped away rather than approaching him. He was not invited. And so the Mandalorian withdraws, though he can’t make himself round the corner until you’re cumming, he knows it’s wrong to watch but he wants so desperately to see that look on your face, to have the image of your ecstasy in his mind forever after.

He has never Wanted like this. He takes that image and the tightness in his pants back to his own bunk, to do what you just finished doing. He’s almost ashamed but…

But he lets himself moan, loud and often. The ship is small. Maybe you’ll like what you’re hearing.

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The Blaster

The Mandalorian x female Reader

Notes: Explicit like whoa. gun play, anal play, spanking/slapping, safeword use, and if you can get through those heavy kinks there’s a reward at the end. Based on a combination of a few anonymous smut requests for the above elements, hope I did you all proud. Big Dick headcanon is in full effect in this one. Gif used with permission from @underbetelgeuse 

Can be read as a continuation of either The Split or Training Exercise, or it can stand on its own. Whatever you’d like to imagine, darlings. Also I hope I got the layout of the Razor Crest right. This is how I remember it.

You’re doing it again. Somehow when you’re a guest on Mando’s ship, you always find yourself opening up his gun cabinet and gazing at the glory that is his arsenal. The carefully mounted collection of blasters, rifles, and other deadly weapons is as impressive as any arms dealer’s. Better, really, because you know each one of these has been used. Coldly, mercilessly, probably recently. And, when each one’s job was done, cleaned meticulously, lovingly oiled up, and placed precisely in its home again. Something about this cabinet encapsulates everything about what draws you to this man.

“I know that look.”

You suppress any sign of surprise at Mando’s appearance over your shoulder. His cape swirls at the back of your legs, his modulated voice heavy with that maddening pitch that is somehow both unassuming and supremely confident. You glance at him, then back to the guns, and betray yourself when your tongue darts out to lick your lips. “What do you mean?”

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Trust and Intuition

Chapter 5

Mando x Reader

Masterlist in bio, story also tagged

You and the Mandalorian stood in conference with two of his allies: Cara Dune and Greef Karga. The four of you discussed the plan to move forward, and even though you had never met the other two before, you trusted them because Mando did. As a group, you all decided that Greef would go into the underground of the city to find any surviving rebels while you, Mando and Cara went into the palace to take out King Jido and his guards.

“Take this,” You handed Greef a necklace with a medium-sized medallion on the end of it. On that coin was a simple design of a crescent moon and three stars; it was your symbol. “That way the rebels know to trust you,” your tone was focused and serious, but you had a melancholy undertone to your voice.

He took it from you with a slight bow of his head. You knew that if this operation was successful, you would be the new leader of the planet and this would be how people would greet you, but you couldn’t get used to it. Even after all these years of marriage to the king, it just felt weird to you. Truth was you would rather be free to travel the galaxy and live on your own terms, and you had a certain somebody in mind to stay with. But, at least for now, that was not how your story was meant to play out.

“What about the kid?” you asked as the child cooed at you.

“He stays with me,” the Mandalorian said in a tone that left no room for argument.

“But Mando, it’ll be dangerous,” you protested, “Wouldn’t he be safer here?”

Cara and Greef stayed silent as they remembered the last time they went up against an enemy together.

“No,” his voice was firm but not harsh.

Your eyes darted around the room as if you tried to look for an answer on the walls or the floor. Then, an idea came to you, “Do you trust me?” you asked the bounty hunter.

He looked directly at you, “Yes.”

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I had this headcanon that mando really likes seeing the reader vulnerable and almost delicate, like he'll push her and hold her to mandalorian standards because he knows she's strong, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy making her wear some skimpy amd easily ripped lingerie (and boy does he love ripping it off). Reader is always badass, practical, but when they play she's his pretty little plaything and he's always so buisness only, maybe he appreciates the frivolousness of aesthetic lingerie

So I read that in Mandalorian culture, women are not idealized as “delicate,” and to call a woman that would be an insult.

Sooo��� if Mando’s into this, he sees it as a kink, dude. Like, he buys you some racy little thing from the back of a market stall and at first he’s worried you’ll take it as a sign of disrespect. His face is burning red behind the helmet when he presents it to you; he knows your culture doesn’t see this as a bad thing, that most women are flattered to be decorated and admired in such an impractical way, but he still can’t get past the sinking feeling that he’s doing something just WRONG.

Then he sees you wearing it and something just CRACKS in him. The gauzy little lines and straps, screening and constraining your powerful body… He sets you in his lap and traces every cute or graceful little detail. Then, when he feels like he’s going to burst out of not only his armor but his SKIN, hoo boy then he puts your endurance to the test.

It becomes an expensive kink because he always ends up shredding the pretty little things. Blame his conflicted emotions on the topic. Once he gets going something deep inside him wants to rip up that beauty, to prove its flimsiness with punishing force. Usually the silk and lace and gauze end up in ribbons on the decking, beyond repair.

But there’s always another bounty, more credits, and a new exotic piece waiting for you the next time you board the Razor Crest…

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Me, opening AO3: let’s see if I can find a fic will give me the very specific high I need to go on living for another day

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This is Kjell Lindgren. He’s a NASA astronaut who just got back from 5 months on the International Space Station. There are two reasons why this picture is hilarious:

His wife is flawless and makes bad space puns to make him do household chores.

I have that shirt. Thousands of people have that shirt. That shirt is available at Target. Which means actual astronaut Kjell Lindgren, with his wardrobe already full of NASA-issued and logo-emblazoned clothes, was at Target, saw a NASA shirt, and was like, “Yes, I am buying this because this is what I want to spend my actual astronaut salary on.”

 tl;dr NASA employs a bunch of fucking nerds

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The Rise of Kylo Ren #3 | Charles Soule & Will Sliney

#GROSS SOBBING ABOUT JEDI MASTER LUKE AND THE BABY JEDI LEARNING ABOUT THE FORCE #LUKE LOOKS SO AT PEACE TO BE TEACHING THEM #THEY’RE ALL CONNECTING TO THIS ENERGY FIELD #SO SERIOUS AND YET PLAYFUL AT THE SAME TIME #I’M CRYING ABOUT BABY JEDI AGAAAAIN