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Hey bby! Congrats on the milestone!! Your work always makes me 🥺 (btw reading your boba fic is my origin story of how I am now a boba bucket fucker, so yeah thanks for the curse) and you deserve thousands more!

If you are free and inspired, how's NSFW prompt 32 for Din? Where din tells that to the reader heheeee luv ya~

VAL you’re gonna make me cry ily bb 🥺 💕 I’m getting younger Din vibes from this. Think Din before season 1 when he was working with Ran, Xi’an, and Qin. I hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: cockwarming, public sex, lap-sitting, breeding kink, creampie

The crew doesn’t know what to make of the Mandalorian.

He isn’t as deranged as the twins, which is a bonus; but he’s quiet, withdrawn, and seems to be a constant state of annoyance. For kriff’s sake, no one even knows his name. Everyone just calls him Mando.

While aloof, no one can deny he is a damn good bounty hunter. Ruthless and intentional, he works hard and that’s something that Ran appreciates. Hard work means more jobs, and more jobs means more credits. Mando gets the job done and only causes a fuss if someone else starts it, or if someone goes after you.

So when you sit in his lap after another successful mission, no one thinks much of it.

The cantina is surprisingly packed given the small population of the planet. Xi’an manages to find a naive local for the night, while the rest of you secure the last available booth. Sliding in, your skirts hike up in the Mandalorian’s lap as Ran and Qin start a game of Sabacc.

Mando rests one of his hands on your waist while the other runs along your exposed thigh. He is stoic, and if it weren’t for his wandering hands, you would think he fell asleep. His touch is torture — gloved fingertips dancing in lazy steps against your flesh. Up and down, back and forth, moving everywhere except where you want him.

You dare to grind your hips in a tiny circle against his cock. It’s the barest of movements, as much as you dare with Ran and Qin so close, but enough for Mando to respond by rocking his own against you.

Thankfully, the dim lights conceal your burning face and squirming body from the others. One look in your direction and they would know exactly what you and Mando are up to.

“Cheater!” Qin’s hand slams down on the table, making the sticky table rattle as Ran collects his winnings. Your pussy clenches from the sound, causing Mando to hiss a sharp breath, one that can almost pass as a moan.

If they heard, they did’t acknowledge it. Mando uses their obliviousness to his benefit. He rocks hips once more as Qin shuffles the cards for a rematch. Trying to play off your sigh as a yawn, you turn to bury your head in the cowl around his neck.

“Seven hells, Mando,” You whine, loud enough for only him to hear.

“Quiet.” He pinches your waist as a warning. He knows what he’s doing, keeping you sat on his cock and seeing how long you can last before you’re whining.

The hand on your thigh finally slinks towards your center until his thumb anchors itself to your clit, rubbing circles as you squirm against his thighs. You can feel him throbbing, the blunt head of his cock pushing against your walls. He has to feel your neediness, he has to. The sparking arousal is making your juices leak down and dampen his pants, you can feel the damp material scratching you.

One look from Qin or Ran and it’s all over…

He keeps rutting into you, picking up speed as the local band starts on another ballad. Their instruments drown out the loud chatter, and Mando uses it to his advantage. Dipping his head down, he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your cheek. Nothing odd or suspicious. No one is paying attention and even if they did, it would look like Mando is leaning in close to tell you something.

“The second we land in Alzoc, I’m renting the first room I find…”

His thumb moves faster against your clit as you squeeze him tight in a feeble attempt to stop his words, but he continues on without a break in his voice.

“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

He continues on, hips moving against you so you feel every inch and ridge of his stiff cock. Praying the others can’t see the shudder running through you, you bite down on his cowl.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you come over and over. Really make your pussy flutter.”

The growing pleasure makes your back tighten in anticipation. You’re so close, the edges of your mind start to burn as your sensibility turns to ash.

“I’ll fill you up so well you’ll be leaking for days. We’ll need to ask for a change of sheets.”

He makes you hopeless. You can’t keep the moans at bay any longer — they come out, muffled by his cowl and the music, but still strong enough for the skin on his neck to vibrate. You want to on Azloc, Nevarro, his ship, anywhere but here. Just somewhere far away so you can scream.

“You like that? You want me to fill you up? Claim that sweet little pussy as mine?”

Everything under his touch burns from impending bliss. He knows you too well considering how little you know about him. It’s as if he was born with the knowledge of how to make you feel this good.

“We’re not leaving that room until you’re fucking ruined. Cock dumb and full.”

Through the rush of his words and the heavy beats of the band, you start falling into disarray.

“You’re fucking mine, right? All mine. My fucked out beauty.”

You become liquid light.

Your orgasm rushes in tidal waves, setting your nerves off like tiny fireworks, as you tremble in his grip. You milk his cock, squeezing hard until he shudders from his own release.

You give him a final clench before pulling your head from the crook of his shoulder. Your eyes adjust to the bleary sight in front of you. Ran and Qin have their heads buried behind their cards, oblivious as Mando’s cum starts to leak out.

Exhaustion quickly weighs down on your bones, making you slump down against Mando’s large chest. His death grip on your waist loosens, but remains in place as he shuffles underneath your tired body.

Neither of you had really thought of what to do afterwards. He can’t exactly pull out and lift you off his lap without exposing the awful mess you two made, and eventually you’ll need to move.

But with you dozing off against him and Ran and Qin not interested in leaving any time soon, he settles back in his spot, relaxing just enough to enjoy your body pressed against him. He’ll figure it out later. He always does.

Okay so I’m trying to write a boba fic and I was wondering if you could explain the layout of slave 1 for me?? Or maybe link a blueprint graphic? In my mind you know everything boba haha

haha I definitely do not know everything about boba, but I’m flattered! you’re making me blush 🥰❤️

So Slave I is trippy compared to other ships because when it’s parked, it sits flat on its bottom surface but it moves around at a 90 degree angle. Check out these gifs from the Mandalorian that show Slave I flying and landing.

The cockpit/common area are next to each other. They rotate as Slave I moves. When the ship is parked (is that the right word?), you have to climb into the cockpit in order to get into the captain’s seat. This also means that everyone in the common area/cockpit need to be seated and buckled in when they are taking off or landing.

The biggest thing to keep in mind with Slave I is that is cramped and there is not a lot of room on it to move around. This is because the specific model of ship wasn’t meant to hold a lot of people or be used for long trips. Boba and Jango had to make a lot of modifications to turn it into what it is now.

Here is a diagram from the Star Wars Complete Vehicles book released last year.

Here is another diagram (not sure where it is from) where you can see the beds a little bit better.

HOPE THIS HELPS 💙💚💙💚💙💚Slave I has been modified so many times it’s hard to say what it really looks like, but this what I can gather from my own research. Hopefully we’ll see more when BOBF comes out!!

head empty only thinking about surprising boba by wearing lingerie for the first time

ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE

I’m totally building off this bit from the talented @janghoefett but

Boba would self-destruct. Good bye, Crime King. You had a long and prosperous rule.

Delicate lace and satin don’t fit into his world of crime and dirt. He can’t see himself in a world that isn’t destruction and villainy. He will disguise his distaste for it claiming it’s a waste of money but deep down it’s the softness behind it that freaks him out. But he’ll never admit it. Rant on and on about wasted credits for scraps of material. Fuck that. Just give him the 🐱

All that changed the first time he saw you dressed in a little number that did everything for your body. If it’s your first time dressed up like that, any nervousness you have will be gone the second Boba sees you. Even if he’s wearing his helmet, you’ll know he’s turned on. You’ll see the tent in his pants growing and his helmet won’t leave your frame. You look like a gift and suddenly he gets it. 

You don’t need expensive lingerie for him to find you attractive, but seeing you so pretty and dressed up sets something off in him. From then he is always on the hunt for new pieces for you. 

Maybe in a Sugar Daddy!AU or Kingpin!AU he has connections to some famous designer and he sets up private appointments between you and the designer so you have custom pieces created just for him and you.

NOW THE REAL QUESTION IS WHAT KIND OF LINGERIE DOES HE LIKE???

FILLED | Wrecker x Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Wrecker x AFAB!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), sex against a wall, size kink, stomach bulge, size difference, creampie, come inflation, exaggerated sexual acts, don’t look at me

A/N: just another fic exposing my size kink. this is self-indulgence at its finest. pure filth, which means certain aspects of this have been dramatized. thank u @pala-din-djarin for feeding my debauchery ily the world may shun us but at least we have each other 💕

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