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#pala din djarin
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Din: Want to see a magic trick?
Boba: Uh, sure?
Din: *calling into the hall* Hey Baby, want a hug?
Boba: Djarin, Skywalker isn't even in the pala-
Luke: *having materialized between one blink and the next, snuggled in Dins arms*
Boba: The Fuck.
Din: *petting Luke* Ta-da.
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lesbobiwan · 3 years
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Did you really just say dad bod Thrawn? Please Lee, I'm going to have a fucking crises thinking about that. 🥸
i’m genuinely so attracted to dad bods. like six packs r cool and all but there is something about a little bit of tummy. a little bit of softness to hold onto or be held by
ok give me a second i’m manifesting
cw: somnophilia (all is consensual)
your blood runs hot beneath your skin. your heart pounds fast enough that you think it might break your ribs.
thrawn is still asleep — a testament to how far he’s come.
gone are the sharper than a blade edges and the sense of paranoia that goes hand in hand with being an alien working with the xenophobic empire.
it’s a heady to feeling — seated astride his hips while he still sleeps, bare chest rising and falling evenly with his deep breaths.
your thighs are snug against his hips — softer now without the strict regiment that he kept up with the empire.
fuck, it’s intoxicating.
everything about him is intoxicating, like spice has been injected right into your blood stream.
the silver hair streaking through at the temples. the lines around his eyes and mouth. the softness of his stomach and hips.
thrawn’s blue skin stands out against the cream sheets he’s become so fond of. the sight of it makes your lips quirk up. he’ll wake up with bed head that he’ll deny to his dying day, but you see it now.
you’re the only one that sees it.
the panties that you went to bed in begin to stick to your skin. you wonder if the wet spot that’s no doubt seeping through the delicate fabric and smearing across the blue skin bared by his low slung pants.
thrawn doesn’t wake as you tug his pants until they get caught around his knees.
thrawn doesn’t wake as you begin to press kisses down his chest to his soft stomach. he doesn’t so much as shift as you do your best to imprint your devotion into the soft skin around his belly button.
he doesn’t stir, but his cock does.
when he wakes up (and after you’ve both tired yourselves out) you’ll tease thrawn about how he sleeps like the dead now.
at least, you will if all your thoughts haven’t been fucked out of you.
you sit straight up, reaching down to pull your panties to the side.
can you sink yourself down his length completely before he wakes up? will he open his eyes to your cunt clenched around him?
you pin his still-hardening cock between the hot folds of you pussy and his stomach, grinding your hips to slide his length through your slick.
the head of his cock bumps your clit with every forward roll of your hips and nudges at your hole with every backwards roll of your hips.
you think you could do this all night. your eyes flutter shut.
maybe you will do this all night.
hands close around your hips.
your name falls from Thrawn’s lips, deep and still rough with sleep, along with words in his native tongue that are too hoarse to make out.
“good morning,” you grin, hips moving just a bit faster as his cock hardens fully beneath you.
thrawn’s hands tighten their grip. “so it is,” he agrees, and lust forces the sleep from his face.
any response you may have gets cut off by the way thrawn angles his hips, pushing the head of his cock into your sopping hole.
your gasp rips through your throat as thrawn’s hands force you down his cock.
he utters the softest of praise in a language you’re too dazed to comprehend as you begin to bounce yourself on his cock.
the sound of your ass meeting his hips echoes through the room, bouncing off the wall and reverberating in your skull.
you could live in this moment you think.
thrawn’s grin is as feral as it can be when he’s just woken up, “that’s it,” he breathes, fingers tightening on your hips until you know you’ll have bruises in a few hours, “ride my cock, that’s my good girl.”
he’s usually more vocal than this. than again, you usually don’t take the initiative like this. perhaps he’s as content to watch the show as you are to be the show.
you gasp again, shrill and sharp in your throat, and your hands scramble for purchase that you find against his stomach.
your fingers splay across the soft blue skin, digging in just slightly into the plushness. this way, you can feel the hard muscle beneath the layer of skin softened by age.
“fuck,” you whisper, thighs trembling as your release comes barreling towards you like a speeder. “fuck, i’m gonna cum,”
“cum,” thrawn urges, voice thick with desire, “cum on my cock and i’ll fuck you like you need,”
one hand slides from your hip to rub devastating circles into your clit, pressing a calloused thumb into your sensitive bud.
you shatter apart atop him, legs convulsing around his hips as you double over, shoving your face into his neck to muffle your cries.
thrawn rolls his hips gently into yours, letting you ride out the last of your orgasm until your trembles of oversensitivity slowly taper off.
“tell me,” his voice is a soothing rumble in the wake of your scrambled senses. he’s still hard inside you, and you can even feel his cock throb inside you as your cunt occasionally flutters around him. “do you think you take another?”
“wha-“
in a show of strength you’re wholly unprepared for, thrawn surges forward, pushing you up before pinning you on your back against the mattress.
his body is a grounding weight atop you as he shifts to angle your hips up against his own. his cock hits deeper, the ridges bumping deliciously against your walls.
“i think you can,” thrawn answers for you, breath hot against your neck, “cum once more for me and i’ll fill you how you need,”
he doesn’t give you time to answer, not that you would say anything other than yes please, before he pulls out and thrusts back in — just the start of a cataclysmic pace.
moans rip past your lips and echo through the room. you can barely hear anything over the squelching of your cunt and his hips meeting yours, but thrawn lowers his head to brush his lips against your ear.
“you were that desperate to cum you had to wake me? you just need a cock inside you to be sated?” thrawn hisses the words into your ear, somehow thrusting into you even faster.
the force of his cock pistoning into you leave you incoherent. you babble into his skin, nonsensical words and pleas with every other word being either more or please.
thrawn chuckles into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. the juxtaposition of his actions compared to the way he pounds into your cunt is enough to have you reeling.
“one more,” he reminds you, “you’ll give me one more.” his fingers dance down to your clit again.
you’ll give him everything you have, you think, everything and more.
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bobafetts-princess · 3 years
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144 with Wolffe? I am humbly groveling.
🥸 hehehe
144) “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
You fucking KNEW it was a bad idea, flirting with the 501st at 79’s. But you were feeling bratty and Jesse and Fives made it so easy and they paid you so much attention. They bought drinks, they danced with you, one of the two of them was touching you at all times, it was honestly so much fun.
But then Wolffe walked in.
He wasn’t really your boyfriend. He was just a beneficial friend, you both attended to the others needs and that was it.
Only lately, you’d had more than just physical needs, you’d found yourself with a little, crush. And the only way to work it out of your system was to flirt with someone else.
“Little girl,” came the sharp growl by your ear as you got another drink. His voice sent shivers down your spine and you knew immediately that you would be going home with him, not with Fives or with Jesse, not that you’d really planned on it.
“Yes, Wolffe?” You decided to play coy, innocent, as you turned around to face him, leaning back up against the bar. His larger frame caged you in, hands coming down on either side of your body.
“Just what do you think you’re doing? Flirting with Rex’s boys? They know you’re mine,” he growled, leaning down into your body and pressing up against you. A thrill shot down your spine at his words, his? He considers you his?
“I wasn’t aware our arrangement was exclusive, I’m simply having fun,” you smiled up at him, pressing your chest against his.
“You know full well this ‘arrangement’ is exclusive, you’re just being a brat,” he snarls, no true venom behind the words. A hand curls around your upper arm, pulling you towards the door.
“Hey! Where are we going? I’m not ready to leave!” You protest but you’re still following him to the door.
“I’m taking you back to my quarters. Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules,” He growls, voice full of promise for the rest of your evening.
I hope this quenches the thirst a little for you Kendra!
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bacarasbabe · 3 years
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For the How Hot game - Tech? 🥸
How hot is that Character?
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
🙈 I'm going with his canon animation and not all the gorgeous fan art of him. I've probably placed him a level higher because I love him so much but I don't care. It's the hairline. Not the worst in the GAR, but close. But don't get me wrong. I love Tech so gd much.
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Ask me if I think a character is hot
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buffthrawn · 3 years
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your new profile pic makes me so happy omg i love it
kendra, thank u, i love it too 🥺💞 long haired thrawn can be something so personal
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zinzinina · 3 years
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You give me such Lizzie McGuire Y2K vibes, my love. I feel like you keep little diaries and random trinkets from your childhood still adorn your room. In my mind you wear bedazzled newsboy caps with patterned boot cut jeans and make it a Look™️
Mwuah! 😘
Kendra aaaaah 😭 lemme tell you, Lizzie is an icon and this is a huge compliment. I WISH I could pull off her style. Catch me still remembering the choreography for This Is What Dreams Are Made Of 😌 x
anonymously tell me what character vibes i give off
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herb-welch · 3 years
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38 & 49? ☺️
Kendra mi amor 🥰
38) what’s the meaning behind your url?
I was deep in my Hader phase, and Herb Welch was one of my favorite characters he played, and it was available so here we are! My first choice was Sidney Applebaum which was the punchline of my favorite Stefon joke, but someone already had it??????!
49) what scents do you like?
I love flowery, fresh, bright scents. I am not one for food or sweet smells. Vanilla can quite literally make me gag. But I channel a little old lady when it comes to scents. The more floral the better. I love rose and lilacs especially 💕
THANKS BB!!
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djarrex · 3 years
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Ahhh you're so pretty!! 😘🥰☺️
Kendraaaaa ☺💙 thank you 🥺
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starsinmylatte · 3 years
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You give me Buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer vibes!!!
Bestie, when I say I’m honored 😫😫😫 I love her so much!!!
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queen--kenobi · 3 years
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First impression - you're a great writer and I enjoy your Maul thirst. You also seem very book smart. 😊😊
REBLOG IF YOU WANT YOUR FOLLOWERS TO GIVE YOU THEIR FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF YOU VIA AN ASK.
I’m !!! This made me so happy, and I’m honestly flattered!
I just hope I’m able to deliver on what the first impression promised jkaghfsghfj 
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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years
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Wait - I want to add the image of Thrawn with a string of your slick hanging from his mouth as he pulls away from your 😺. His usually perfect hair messy and hanging over his scarlet eyes that have become wild and hungry. For only a second, really, you're a bit frightened by how truly untamed he looks, like he's either about to devour you or make you c*m so hard you'll pass out.
You hope it's the latter, but in this brief moment you cannot be sure - which only serves to aid in the excitement.
P.s. Good morning bestie 💘💖
ASJKSKS GOOD MORNING BESTIE WTF
Ohhh god I like this idea a lot, kendra 🥴 y'all are really making me thirst for this blue bastard all over again 😭
He would truly be the definition of feral when it comes to eating you out. Like this man drives you into overstim so many times that the feeling becomes familiar to you and you crave it every single time he goes down on you. He wants to leave you a complete mess of your arousal mixed with his saliva, and god, he makes it his mission to make you squirt at least once.
That untamed look in his eyes just gets worse each time you cum but don't give him your all. Like you know how sometimes with multiple orgasms, some of them aren't as powerful as others? Well mans would just keep going until he's satisfied with how much you shake for him.
Your last orgasm wasn't as explosive as he wanted it to be? "Then I guess I'll have to find another way to get you to shudder for me, little dove."
And that's why he pulls away from you with that feral look in his eyes, like he's a starved man and your pussy is the only thing he craves.
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bacarasbabe · 3 years
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Congratulations on 400, bb!!!
My favorite color is black!
Here's my fav emoji 🥸
Your Star Wars Soul Mate is
GA-97💗
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saradika · 3 years
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Hi sweet Jess!! Headcanon time!!
Thrawn is a fan of being tied up, made to watch as his partner gets themselves off, perhaps just out of his reach. It tests the limits of his self control. 😌💙
Hi hi Kendra!! 😊💖 Ahh you have the best headcanons, this is amazing! I love a good ol’ test of wills, thank you so much! ✨
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(Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it)
Thrawn x F!Reader, under the cut:
Tags: bondage, teasing
The ropes encasing his limbs are taut, not to the point of uncomfortableness, but enough that he’s thoroughly restrained. Your soft thighs straddle his, your knees spread wide and your back arched as you show yourself to him, the sweet gape of your pussy as the toy slides out.
You’ve cum twice already, your slick clinging to the fake cock and drenching your inner thighs. The unconscious flex of his hips makes his aching, flushed tip bob against his abdomen, leaving behind a pearly, sticky smear.
“Patience my love,” You reach forward, the drag of your nails making the muscles bunch under his skin, a thick bead of precum gathering at the tip until it’s spilling down his thick shaft, “Good things come to those who wait.”
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zinzinina · 3 years
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Hi Sam! Just popping by to say I love and appreciate you. You're such a sweet presence in our little corner of this fandom, and I'm so proud to call you my friend. I hope you have an amazing weekend! 💕💘💫
Hi Kendra! This is so sweet, thank you so very much! I feel the exact same way about you; your writing brings me so much joy and inspiration, and thank you for always being so beautiful and kind! I’m so lucky for your friendship. I hope your Sunday treats you well! (I’m itching to get home so I can devour your Thrawn fic 😏) x
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herb-welch · 3 years
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Bill Hader hot
That's what I've learned
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Peek a boo, bitch
YOU’RE WELCOME
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shiny-mando · 3 years
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Headcanon time!! 💖💖
Din has a slight authority kink. 👀 He likes being called things like "sir", but moreso because it makes him feel like a protector, not necessarily because of of power trip.
Oh my god Kendra this is a *chef’s kiss* headcanon
18+ only
send me an nsfw headcanon and ill write a small ficlet
You can see the lingering worry in his eyes as he continues thrusting into your tight cunt, his silence allowing you to hear every shaky breath that leaves your throat, every slap of his hips meeting your ass. Still feeling guilt for worrying him, you rake your nails down the back of his scalp the way you know he loves, hoping to comfort him. He groans and drops his face to the crook of your neck, but your touch hasn’t soothed his wounds just yet.
“Tell me you’ll listen next time,” he commands, his thrusts becoming quicker with desperation.
“Yes,” you gasp, but you can tell it’s not enough.”Yes, sir,” you tell him, hoping the slight formality gives your promise extra weight. When he bites down on your neck you cry out, moaning as he licks the spot to soothe it.
“Fuck,” he groans, sliding an arm under your back to hold you closer. “Say it again.”
His request sends a wave of arousal straight from your chest to your cunt. He’s responded well to your praise before, but this - this is new. You grin as he pulls his head up to look at you, and you can see the want, the need in his eyes.
“Yes, sir,” you tell him, just above a whisper.
He crashes his lips to yours with a groan, using his free hand to tighten your legs around his hips as he starts fucking into you faster, harder. Your cries become louder and louder, echoing through the walls of the ship as complete and utter bliss takes over, and you lose yourself in the security of your lover’s embrace.
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