weaknesses: 6’2”men + great hair + great minds

Bertie Carvel as Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen

70s minimoog

70s golden throat talkbox

Soviet oktava mic

Fairlight CMI (yes that whole thing is all one unit)

80s EEW vocoder prototype

60s Dallas arbiter fuzz face

30s RCA theremin

30s soviet Rhythmicon

60s Maestro tube echoplex

EHEHEHEH this ones for @disneydaddyevans​ thank you for the filthy ideas for this continuation but also thank u to @whenimaunicorn for the original prompt!

original prompt: din has a big dick and doesn’t know it 

nsfw. real nsfw. enjoy!

- the discussion begins after mando finishes fucking you spineless into the razor crest’s floor. 

- he was sweet at first; slow like you had asked, his fingers splayed over the soft curve of your torso as his thumb works your clit to make sure you stay nice and wet for him, but every time he drags his thumb over the little cluster of oversensitive nerve endings it only makes you tighten around him even harder. he has to push through every unforgiving squeeze, fuck you hard and deep rather than fast. he grinds into you and you swear you feel that right in your spine.

- mando thinks you’ve got the tightest little pussy he’s ever felt in his entire life — even if the number of pussies he’s had in his entire life isn’t… exactly the most impressive list. 

- it isn’t until after — when he leans his body into yours with his head on your breast and his cock wedged even deeper in your walls thanks to the extra press of his full weight on you — that you first bring the ‘issue’ to his attention. 

- you must have waited at least five restless minutes before you finally spoke, softly hesitant and a little bewildered: “are— are you still hard?” 

chapter two of the nature of living things

words: 11.5k

series rating: explicit

warnings: slow burn, canon typical violence, that good trope where someone gets hurt and the other tends the wound u know the business!!

a/n: i hope everyone enjoys the beginnings of dear droid girl and mando’s relationship!! also does anyone ever wonder why mando keeps zero’s body on the crest and doesn’t like. dump it somewhere lmao anyway hope you guys enjoy! (ps thank u to @equalstrashflavoredtrash​ for helping me shake this out, and thank u to stevie for being the original ear to hear this story out over a year ago 🥺)

(gif credit: @dindjaring)

You don’t get to look for your droid.

The cold settles in the valley well before the second sun joins its sister beneath a horizon that you can’t quite see from within the vertical walls of sandrock blocking you in — and the darkness follows not long after.

It isn’t the dark that stops your search, not even the cold that was creeping its way into the joints of your fingers — it’s the way the child rattles in your arms at the sudden drop in temperature. His tiny little body, even swaddled up in the wooly jacket that seemed to swallow up most of his form, vibrated with shivers as he hunkered himself deeper into your arms with a disgruntled babble.

So, no. You don’t get to look for your droid. You go looking for blankets instead.

Bless the IMAX format pt2 | pt1