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[arsontastic-fandom-takes]

OMG HI!! You wouldn’t understand my pain when searching for any blogs that wrote for Sun Haven characters x readers. Much less see a blog that were still active! But I’d like to request for Kitty and Lynn (or just kitty if you only write for one character per ask) for the following alphabets F, I, J, L, U

Rip I was almost done replying to this, then opened a post on my tumblr app and the post got deleted T-T. But Hey!!! You'd be surprised how much I understand the struggle. I'm happy to provide, though. I will admit that I'm not too familiar with the newer characters(like after the seasons update) because I haven't been able to play for a while. Thanks for the ask!!!

Rip me for having to retype all of this. ( I am being smart now and typing it in my notes app instead of tumblr now tho.)

Kitty:

F- Fiancé ( How do they feel about commitment? How fast do they want to get married?) I don't think she's scared of commitment. I don't really know what a normal time frame for marriage is since I don't want to get married, but I think she'd want it pretty fast. Like once she's certain she likes you, she'll want marriage. She doesn't strike me as someone who cares how fast a relationship is moving.

I- I love you( how fast do they say love) She's also fast with this. She doesn't really see the need for it to be a special moment. "If she doesn't love you, then why would she date you?" <- Kitty's thought process

J- Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?) She doesn't really get jealous easily. Not because of confidence, but because she trusts you not to do anything. She strikes me as the type to not get into relationships unless she *really* trusts that person. If she were to get jealous, though, she would probably get more touchy than normal and may or may not hiss at that person behind your back.

L- Little Ones(how are they around children?) Kids LOVE her. She's so fun to be around and she meows and she's a cat!! Even to amari kids who aren't as affected by her status as a cat amari, she's still great because she's entertaining and she cares a lot about their feelings.

U- Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?) I think she chews her hair sometimes. Not often, but enough. She usually does it when she's bored and has to sit still for long. She also can't sit still for too long with nothing to distract her. We know she speaks in 3rd person, which can be considered a bad habit, so I'm listing it, but I don't really think it is.

Lynn:

F- Fiancé ( How do they feel about commitment? How fast do they want to get married?) She's also not scared of commitment. Tbh, she kind of expects it. She gets into relationships with the assumption that one of the goal posts is marriage. She does want to take it slow, though.

I- I love you( how fast do they say love) She's not slow to say it and not fast. It doesn't take her years to say it, but when she does say it, she makes sure it's a special moment. She places a lot of importance on the word and might do it how it's done in her culture.

J- Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?) She gets sad instead of jealous. Both of those emotions are smoke screens for insecurity, but instead of reflecting outward as done in jealousy, she reflects it inwards. She deals with it by doing more work than she normally would. The flow of the metal and forge keeps her mind too busy to dwell on her thoughts. Solon will look at you judgingly when that happens, though. On the bright side, when your relationship is more established and she's more certain of herself and your love for her, the sadness is mostly just a whisper instead of like a full-blown scream in her mind.

L- Little Ones(how are they around children?) Kids love her, too. She may not have the same entertaining personality as Kitty, but she is very compassionate. Kids like her because she cares about how they feel and takes those feelings into account. She also treats them like adults.(not in the sense that she allows them to gamble, but more in the sense that she treats them as beings capable of independent thought and reason. She doesn't automatically assume they don't know anything)

U- Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?) She bites her nails frequently when she's anxious. She also tends to overwork herself, and she often bottles up her feelings of not being enough. She's also pretty forgetful, so she'll leave things in random places and she might forget appointments or birthdays. Especially if it's her first time attending it or it isn't part of her daily or weekly schedule.

Hope this was okay!! Thanks again for the ask and I hope you enjoyed!!

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[clu-ven]

Better than Meditation

soooo I haven't posted in a very long time but I'm trying to get back into writing!!! (so pls bear with me xoxoxoxoxo)

Summary: you come up with an alternative (smutty) way for Crosshair to gain some control over his hand - based off S3 E08

Tags: SMUT, vaginal fingering, semi public fingering?? (technically it’s done in an isolated but public place), lil bit of plot + smut, smut, smut

Word Count: 2.8k

“He’s still down there, y’know” Omega’s voice brings you out of your thoughts as she slumps down beside you.

You keep your eyes closed, letting the rays of the afternoon sun wash over you. Pabu’s climate is one you could most definitely get used to. It’s inviting and comforting atmosphere makes you feel at ease, a sensation that has become rare since the rise of the Empire.

“Well, you know how stubborn he is,” you reply casually. 

While Hunter and Wrecker are gone to meet some bounty hunter they know, Crosshair has spent most of his time on a secluded part of the beach, focused on correcting his aim.  Everyone has tried to talk to him about it but unfortunately, that only made things worse.

Now Crosshair is more defensive than ever, determined to prove that he is perfectly capable of correcting his shaky hand by himself. 

“Yeah but AZI said it might be some kind of mental block,” Omega sighs, subtly copying you as she closes her eyes too “if he doesn’t open up and let us help him, then how is he supposed to get better?”.

Her concern for Crosshair makes you smile, impressed by how she’s able to delicately balance trying to help her brother without being too overbearing.

The question lingers for a few moments before you open your eyes and glance down at her “And he’s already shot down your meditation idea?”.

Omega briefly mentioned the idea to you that morning and although you were sceptical, you encouraged her determination to help anyway. 

“Of course he did,” she lets out a heavy sigh “saying he didn’t like it is an understatement”. 

A comfortable silence grows between you both as you consider the situation. But before you can speak, Omega quickly becomes restless and blurts out “Can’t you try speaking with him? He’ll listen to you, I just know it!”. 

It’s no secret that you and Crosshair were once close and you can only presume Omega has heard about this from the likes of Wrecker, who wouldn’t give a second thought about mentioning it.

"I can try but..." you trail off, hesitating to make a decision. Doubt clouds your judgement, stopping you from promising anything. After all, you know how stubborn and closed-minded Crosshair can be at times, especially when it comes to being vulnerable.

Omega's face lights up at your hesitant help. "Great! Sometimes trying is all it takes". She seems upbeat and enthusiastic as she stands “I was gonna go introduce Batcher to Mox, Stak and Deek anyways so it’s good to know Crosshair won’t be alone”.

Giving the girl a tight-lipped smile in response, Omega whistles for Batcher. With one last goodbye, she hurries off happily.

You wait until she’s gone before you sigh and slump down again. Although Crosshair has been back for a while now, the two of you have yet to have a proper reunion, leaving you both unsure of how to approach the situation. 

Knowing you can’t put this off for forever, you begrudgingly get up and start the long descent down to the secluded beach. 

The subtle change in weather appears to align with your mood, as the sun dips behind the clouds and a warm breeze begins to pick up. It causes the light fabric of your skirt to dance in the wind as if it has a mind of its own. But it’s only a momentary distraction as your thoughts swiftly return to Crosshair, focusing fully on him and the impending catch-up. 

You and Crosshair were always close during the Clone Wars, constantly laughing at each other’s snide remarks, bickering simply for the sake of it and always trying to get a rise out of the other. Even back then, you knew where the constant teasing would eventually lead to… but then it didn’t. 

Instead, the war came to an end and before you even got the opportunity to speak with Crosshair, the rest of the Batch had turned up at your door and told you that he had already picked his side.

Since then, you have been travelling with the batch. It took a long time to accept that whatever was between you and Crosshair was gone, whether that be a friendship or something more. That died the day the Republic did. 

But in a strange twist of faith, Crosshair is back and so are your lingering feelings. Although, if it was difficult to confront this emotion before everything happened, it’s become utterly impossible now. Neither of you have mentioned it and yet you still catch his longing gaze whenever he thinks you’re not paying attention.

When you reach the beach, it’s exactly how you pictured; Crosshair is alone, his sniper positioned steadily on a rock as he tries to shoot the far off target. A blaster bolt sprints across the water as he fires, missing his target by a few inches. You hear him mutter something under his breath as he tries again.

Flicking his chewed up toothpick to the ground, Crosshair notices you. “Yes?” He asks impatiently, lining up another shot.

“You’ve been out here all day,” you state the obvious “Omega’s worried about you”.

Crosshair doesn’t reply immediately, first firing (and missing) again before he turns around just to make sure you see his eye roll. “Oh, is she?” His tone is underlined with sarcasm. 

A huff falls from your lips and suddenly you know all too well why Omega was so irked after trying to help the man in front of you. Despite the scowl on your face, you refuse to fall into the usual bickering you once had with him. 

“You know she is,” you sigh “maybe you should take a break, come have some lunch and forget about target practice for a while”.

He watches you for a moment, studying you the same way you’ve seen from the corner of your eye “And when did you become mother hen?”.

Scoffing, you walk closer, hugging yourself with your arms “Don’t act like that, you know you’re overworking yourself… Crosshair, please, you need to take care of yourself”. 

The concern in your voice takes him by surprise but Crosshair quickly recovers as he mutters “Oh, so you’re worried about me now?”.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You bat back at him.

“You’ve hardly looked at me, nevermind speak to me since I’ve gotten back” he practically spits the words out. 

You no longer hold back your glare “Like you’ve made any effort to talk to me!”.

“How can I when you don’t even look at me?” Crosshair challenges, his gaze unyielding as your annoyance fades as quick as it came. 

Coming up to the rock he’s based at, you slide down against it to shield yourself from the wind. Crosshair follows suit and kneels beside you, waiting cautiously for your response. 

Your tone holds a sense of sincerity as you speak, your words now free of any reservations. "I do look at you… of course I do," you confess with genuine intent, all annoyance and restraint vanishing within you. 

“Then you must see me staring,” he almost whispers the words, watching you carefully “I thought you would have gotten the hint by now that I’m still interested”.

A soft smile graces your lips and as if taming a wild animal, you slowly reach out for his hand. Crosshair makes no attempt to stop you and you gently slip your hand into his before you tug him closer. 

Settling his hand on to your lap, you begin to trace your finger up and down his palm until finally resting your hand delicately on his wrist. “Let me help,” you offer “seriously, Crosshair”.

“And how would you help?” Though the question almost seems backhanded, you know that’s just Crosshair being Crosshair.

The mischievous glint in your eye paired with the suggestive smirk plastered across your face doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“How do you think?” you question. 

He holds your gaze as if to challenge you to make the first move but you hold strong. This is your moment and you both know it.

A secluded beach? A chance for you both to finally reunite in a way you could only imagine? Both of your minds go to the same place.

You give his wrist a small yet reassuring squeeze and before you can make another comment, his lips are on yours. 

With an intensity fuelled by pure need, he slams his lips against yours in a heated display of passion. This isn’t just a build up of years worth of longing for Crosshair. No, it’s much more than that. It’s an act of rebellion against the time he lost with you because of the Empire, both in spite of his own misplaced loyalty to them as well as his time on Tantiss. 

The fiery kiss goes on for what feels like an eternity and yet the time seems far too brief when it finally comes to an end. The passion flaring between the two of you is intoxicating, causing you to crave more.

His fingers twitch on your lap, eager to do more for you. As if on cue, you both look down at his hand, your soft grasp still around his wrist.

“You have to be calm, be able to stay consistent with your shots if you want to hit the target, right?” you ask, trying not to smirk when you see his sudden confusion. 

In a moment like this, you seriously decide to give him some advice on shooting? Crosshair nods, silently waiting to see where this is going.

“Maybe you’re approaching this from the wrong perspective,” you suggest, noticing how his attention shifts to your lips “you’re focusing on your sniper abilities, looking to re-learn your techniques… but you need to re-learn how to use your fingers in order to effectively use your sniper”.

“And how do you propose I do that?” his voice is low, causing the skin on your arms to prickle with goosebumps. You can feel the effect of his voice in your panties.

With your free hand, you begin to bunch up your skirt, first revealing your thighs and then a glimpse of your underwear. Crosshair can’t help it as a groan escapes from his throat.

You guide his hand closer to your clothed core before Crosshair takes initiative and brushes his fingers teasingly against you. 

He can feel the warmth beneath your underwear, feeling more assured in his movements when he hears you take in a sharp breath. But even with the small boost in confidence, Crosshair can’t help it as a small tremor courses through his hand. 

“Take your time,” your voice is soft but firm in your reassurance “and if this is too much then we can stop”. Fearful that you’ve pushed him too far, you slowly begin to close your legs as you nervously fiddle with your skirt “I didn’t mean to push you so-”.

You stop your apologetic remark when his firm grip stops your legs from meeting. A brief look of disbelief flicks across your face as he spreads your legs to his liking.

“No,” there is no hesitancy in Crosshair’s voice as he takes control of the situation “you started this, don’t go shy on me now”. This time it’s your turn to nod silently.

His fingers glide down to caress you again, this time feeling the dampness from beneath your underwear. Each reaction you give, whether a sharp intake of breath or a slight quiver up your spine, only serves to fuel Crosshair’s determination. He savors these small responses, revelling in how you leave each reaction so bare for him to see.

Crosshair smirks “If this is how you react to such simple touches, do you think you could handle me touching you without anything between us?”. 

“You’d be surprised with how much I can handle” you taunt.

Oh how he has missed how you challenge him. Your snarky response is rewarded with a kiss but before you can melt into it, Crosshair brings both of his hands to your hips and swiftly pulls your panties down. 

The eager sight that greets him brings a smile to his face. Crosshair can feel his excitement growing but before he can get ahead of himself, he’s committed to take care of you first. 

Crosshair teasingly brings just one finger down to your core. A slight tremor causes his finger to waver but after a second, it stops as desire overtakes him. His finger teases you, feeling just how much you want him. Before he can make another teasing comment, you pull him in for another kiss, unable to help yourself.

Crosshair is quick to take control of the kiss, simultaneously pushing his tongue into your mouth as he sinks his long finger into you. You welcome all of him, moaning into his mouth. Taking your sounds as encouragement, Crosshair adds a second digit to your core. 

He pushes in until he’s knuckle deep, successfully finding that spot within you. Crosshair takes your advice to heart. He keeps a consistent rhythm, thrusting his fingers inside of you. He listens to each involuntary squeak and moan, adjusting his speed and pressure of each pump of his fingers to whichever makes you react the most. 

There’s not a slight tremble in his entire hand, his attention solely on you. There is no room for nerves or doubt to creep in and cause his hand to shake. That seems almost impossible now, especially with you like this in front of him.

There is nothing but you and him in this moment, the rhythmic movement of his fingers serving as proof that he has full control.

He buries his fingers into you, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit and delivering powerful jolts of pleasure into your body.

“That’s it,” he coos at your moans “you’re nearly there, aren’t you?”.

A flutter fills your chest as your breathing becomes more rapid. "Y-yes,” you manage with a strained voice, your mind becoming overwhelmed with arousal “keep doing that”. 

You squeeze around his fingers, feeling the tight coil in your lower stomach getting closer and closer to finally snapping.

Your body responds to his touch in the most natural of ways, your back arching and head bowing in a display of utter pleasure. Your hand instinctively searches for contact, grabbing hold of his knee as the overwhelming sensation begins to consume you.

Your legs twitch, eyes rolling back in your head and a rather loud moan escapes your lips as the satisfaction you feel begins to peak. 

Bliss floods your entire being and the mixture of your moans and whimpers blend together in a melodic harmony. Every movement of his hand guides you through the waves of ecstasy, sending shivers through your body. 

Crosshair hums approvingly as you come down from your sigh. Almost reluctantly, he takes his hand away from you and examines his sticky but steady fingers. “My hand hasn’t been able to do so much and remain so still since… well, ever since Tantiss” he comments.

Trying to give your shaky legs more time to recover, you fix your panties before you reposition your skirt. Stealing a glance at Crosshair, you’re glad to see you’re not the only one with flushed cheeks. You smile almost bashfully as you lean on the rock to stand. 

Crosshair is there to help, gently holding your upper arm as you steady yourself. Despite the sass you gave him earlier and the bliss he just brought you now, you find it hard to maintain eye contact. 

Clearing your throat, you try to regain some of that boldness from before “Well then… good luck with your target practice, I’ll go see if the others have made contact yet”.

“What?!” the sound is almost foreign to you; the sound of an utterly bamboozled Crosshair. 

Pushing yourself off the rock, you feel his grasp slip away from your arm. You continue to walk as you turn around to savor his shocked expression.

“What about me?” he asks, trying to be inconspicuous as he gestures to the tent in his pants “I thought this was about helping me?”.

“Yeah, I know,” you reply with a smirk “you’ll get your reward when you hit the target”. With a wink, you turn your back to him and begin the ascent back. 

Crosshair’s jaw hangs open as he watches you go, and he can’t help but laugh at your audacity.

[demonvibez]

The Book Club

Characters: Satan x F! Reader ( x Asmo ) Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Word Count: 2.5k+ Tags: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, cock warming, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex, threesome, cum in mouth + vagina, female body parts, they/them pronouns for reader, mam and levi are briefly in the story but are not involved in this smut (sry loves) A/N: just an idea that popped into my head and took off! also! highly recommmend the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde. I haven't read it in forever so I'm gonna give it a reread, but you should check it out if you can. Anyways, pls enjoy ♡

It wasn't unusual for you and Satan to hang out in the House library and read together. Whether it was for educational purposes, or simply recreational, the two of you loved being in the library. So much so that, if his brothers needed to find one of you, they would often only need look in the there. Typically the two of you took to Satan's bedroom for your more intimate affairs, keeping your sexual adventures together private. This evening, however, you had something else in mind.

There you both sit on the plush purple couch, the fire roaring in front of you two. You sit perched in Satan's lap as he has one arm around your waist, the other hand holding his copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray for you to read aloud. A soft, fuzzy blanket is draped across the two of you, concealing the fact that Satan's throbbing cock is fully sheathed inside of your tight, wet pussy. The two of you wanted to relax while you read, and nothing is more relaxing to Satan than having his cock warmed by you while reading a nice book. Cuddling with you in his lap while your warmth squeezes around him, the fire crackling in the background with the gentle melody of your voice reading to him - Satan has never been to the Celestial Realm, but he'd be willing to argue that this is better. As you shift slightly in his lap to flip the page forward, Satan can't help but to let out a tiny groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You feel so good wrapped around him, it took every ounce of self restraint not to just throw the book down and fuck into you right now.

"Careful, kitten," he whispers in your ear, "if we get too heated, we may have to-" Just as Satan was finishing his sentence, the library doors burst open. In through the door Mammon comes rushing, already arguing with Leviathan and Asmodeus who are walking in behind him. Asmodeus is wearing an annoyed expression, clearly in disagreement with Mammon, while Leviathan seems barely interested and is playing his handheld console. You could feel Satan tense up beneath you - his lime green finger tips digging into your hip, his expression stoic and expressionless. You knew Satan well enough to know that this was the calm before the storm.

"Oi, human! I've been lookin' for ya! Settle this argument we're havin'," Mammon shouts as he approaches the two of you.

"Seriously, Mammon? You really think they're gonna approve of such a stupid scheme? You're such an idiot," says Asmodeus, rolling his eyes as he stands next to Mammon with a hand on his hip. Leviathan leans against one of the study tables, his eyes still focused on his game.

"Yeah, Mammon. They're not gonna tell you anything different from us," he says without looking up. Mammon has a betrayed look on his face, turning to plead his case to you. Before Mammon can even begin to explain, Satan interjects.

"Not even a single fucking word Mammon, the answer is no."

"LOL!"

"But ya didn't even-"

"I said no, Mammon. We don't want to fucking hear it. I've known you my entire life. I know the kinds of schemes you concoct, I know that you want to drag my human into it and ultimately leave them with the mess. I don't care what it is - the answer is NO." You could feel Satan's wrath building up from his side of the pact. The two of you were supposed to be having a nice, relaxing, intimate evening, and the last thing you wanted was for Satan to fly into a fit of rage. The situation needed to be diffused before it reached a flashing point, and there was no one better in all three realms to soothe the situation than you. You squeeze your walls around him, reminding him of the situation you are in. A small gasp escapes Satan's lips, a hint of surprise in his emerald green eyes. You move your hand to gently stroke his golden blonde hair, the wrath you felt building up starting to ease. Satan's eyes can't help but to flutter closed at all of the different sensations, and as you continue to stroke his hair, you turn to address Mammon and his other brothers.

"Hey! Whaddaya mean by your hum-"

"Mammon, sweetheart," you cut him off, "I know you probably think you have a good plan...but whatever it is, if this many people are telling you it's a bad idea, it probably is."

"But-"

"No buts. You know in the end you're just gonna get strung up from the ceiling again. Now, if you will excuse us, we were busy reading Oscar Wilde before the three of you interrupted," you said, turning your attention back to the book and ultimately trying to get your evening back on the rails. You feel Satan's cock twitch inside of you once again as you take the book from his hand, forcing you to bite your bottom lip.

"Tch, whatever. Who even cares, I've got tons of other ideas," Mammon says as he sulks his way out the library door. Leviathan pushes off the table, also making his exit as he simultaneously continues on with his current in-game mission. The only brother that still remains is Asmodeus. He remains stood across from the two of you, a hint of suspicion on his face as he watches you. Unbeknownst to you, he had been observing you both since he entered the room. The obvious lust lingering in the air upon his arrival, and again a few moments ago, had been enough to keep him curious about what you two are really up to. Folding his arms across his chest, Asmo is determined to get to the bottom of this.

"Reading...sure..." he says, an eyebrow raised, clearly implying that the two of you are hiding something.

"Clearly, we are reading. We're in the middle of The Picture of Dorian Gray, a novel you would probably do well to read. Now, I don't know what you think we're doing Asmo, but why don't yo-"

"You know exactly what I am implying, big brother," he remarks, a sinister smirk on his face. "Or have you forgotten I'm the Avatar of Lust?" At the mention of lust, Satan can feel you clench around him and hold on. His breathing hitches yet again, his heart racing right along with yours, at the prospect that Lust itself has caught you in the act. "Did you think you two could hide this from me? Such blatant lust right in front of me," he says in a lightly mocking tone. You look over to Satan to see his cheeks dusted with blush and his eyes avoiding the both of you. You can feel yourself dripping down his hard length in anticipation of what could possibly happen next - whatever it is, the haze of lust grows in your mind, and you're just hoping to get some relief. It's hard to even focus on what the two demons in the room are talking about when all you can think about is your growing desire to just start bouncing on Satan's cock. It's not like Asmo would care, right? So tempting...

Before you can even make a decision, Asmo steps forward and reaches down, pulling on the blanket covering the two of you. Satan tries holding on to it but Asmo uses all of his force to pull on it, ripping it away and exposing your little cock warming session.

"I fucking knew it," exclaims Asmodeus, clearly satisfied with the results of his query. He tosses the blanket down on the ground, then goes to sit in one of the reading chairs across from you, his eyes glowing pink and his sinister grin wide. "Oh, don't mind me. Our darling human clearly needs you more right now, dear brother~♡" As much as Satan wanted to protest, he'd have to punish his younger brother later. Neither of you have the resolve to hold back any longer, and if the Avatar of Lust insists on watching, then he better enjoy the damn show. You both knew waiting was apart of the fun of cock warming, but neither of you expected such an agonizing pleasure. You had been carefully rubbing your thighs together, trying to find a small bit of relief, while Satan quite literally bit his tongue to hold in the moans - that was, until, you two had been exposed. To hell with hiding; to hell with waiting. You place your arm on the back of the couch, pushing yourself up and sliding back down Satan's cock. Moans escape from both of your lips in unison, like music to Asmo's ears. He reaches down to undo his belt buckle, the sound of which causing Satan to open his eyes and shoot him an emerald death glare. You can't help but to let out a whine at Satan's lack of attention - you don't give a damn what Asmo is doing, you need Satan to fuck you into the couch, and you need him to do it now. Hearing you whine seemed to have done the trick, because the moment he looks at you and sees the desperate look in your eyes, he starts to thrust up into you.

"Finally," you sigh happily, relieved to finally be properly taking the cock you've been craving since he slid himself into you. As you bounce on Satan's lap, your eyes flutter closed, your hand clenching into the back of the couch as the other grips one of your breasts through your shirt. You open your eyes momentarily to see that Asmodeus has taken his cock out of his pants, and is now stroking it while watching the two of you over on the couch. 'Fuck,' you think to yourself, feeling yourself get even wetter at the sight. The pace of Satan's thrusts picks up as he reaches down in front of you to toy at your swollen clitoris, a jolt of pleasure being sent through your entire body at the moment of contact. 

"Fuck...yes kitten, just like that. So good for me," Satan praises as he continues to fuck you towards your first orgasm. As Asmodeus watches the Avatar of Wrath pound into your needy hole, he did his best to match the pace of his brother's thrusts with his own hand. He'd love to be the one passionately fucking you right now, but he'll settle for watching you as long as you get pleasure. Lust being his sin, he is feeding off the two of you right now. Even if you were ordinary he'd be soaking it in - but you're his darling human and he is simply obsessed with your pleasure. You have no idea how gorgeous you look to him right now - how amazing you look when you wear his sin on your face, the gorgeous way your voice reverberates off the walls when you moan. You truly are a work of art ~ ♡

The three of you moan in harmony as you continue to make your way towards the peak of your first orgasm. Satan continues to pump into you at an unwavering pace as he massages your sex, and you can feel yourself finally being pushed over the edge of your first orgasm. A warm tingle spreads over your entire body, your moans becoming erratic and your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Satan continues on, overstimulating you in the best of ways. You ride the high of your climax until you come down, Satan slowing the pace of his thrusts to allow you to catch your breath. 

A few moments later, you feel both of his hands clasp your hips, and suddenly he's bending you over the arm of the sofa. He begins driving his hips into you, hitting spots inside of you that no one else has before. He fucks into you at a steady pace, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips with each thrust, and in your mind's lustful haze you swear you can see fireworks. In the midst of it all, Asmodeus spots an opportunity for himself. With his own throbbing cock still in his hand, he stands up and makes his way over to your side of the couch. With his free hand, he cups your cheek, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb as he strokes himself.

"Darling, you look absolutely delectable. May I? Please~?" he asks as he puts the head of his cock near your mouth, looking down at you with pleading eyes. You nod and moan out a 'yes' before he slides himself into your mouth. A sigh of relief and an unrestrained moan fall from Asmo's lips as he feels your soft mouth around his hard shaft. The way Satan is pounding into you from behind creates enough momentum to fuck you onto Asmo's cock for him - all he has to do is watch, and he is simply entranced by you. He pushes your hair back out of your face, cupping the back of your head gently as he watches you. The way you're looking up at him as you suck his cock is enough to make him wanna bust alone, and that's without taking into consideration the way it feels when you moan against him. 

Satan starts to pick up the pace, feeling his own climax starting to come close. He reaches down to massage your clit once again, his thrusts starting to become harder and more erratic. Your muffled moans grow louder, as does your orgasm once again, as the three of you frantically fuck each other, trying to get each other off. Satan can feel your walls begin to tighten around him, your orgasm being the first to hit it's peak. 

"Fuck, yes kitten, cum all over my cock," he says as he pounds away at your increasingly tightening hole, his seed spilling into you after only a few more thrusts. As you moan all over Asmo's cock, he can't help but to thrust his hips into your face, his cum shooting down your throat as he gently moans your name. Asmo pulls out of you immediately after finishing, wiping your face with his thumb to clean up any stray. A few moments later, after catching his breath a little, Satan pulls out of you and quickly fixes his pants. He sits down on the couch and pulls you into his lap, not caring about anything leaking onto him. He wraps his arms around you and you both just sit together, continuing to catch your breaths. Asmodeus breaks the silence.

"I think I'll have to come to book club more often."  The three of you erupt into exhausted laughter. Book Club may have to become a regular occurrence - in a more private meeting room, of course. 

· demonvibez ♡ 2023 · do not copy, repost or modify · · likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! ♡ ·

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Alright my friends it's pinned post time

First things first, WATCH THIS ANIMATIC if you haven't already, and if you have seen it watch it again it's so fucking good I thrive just remembering it exists

Anyway welcome to this blog where we promote ace staticradio, love Christian Borle, somehow make everything a legally blonde reference, and hoard AUs like candy. This is basically a place to organize said AUs for anyone new or who wants to remember details (aka me) with clickable links to their info

General Fanon/Backstory - myself - Does not have it's own tag yet but it's a mostly canon-compliant story I'm developing about Vox and Alastor's past/relationship before the 7 year disappearance - Original post

Dadstaticradio AU - credited to anons - Alastor's contract with Lilith has him babysitting/raising Charlie from a young age and when Vox gets involved she decides to set them up - Original Post, general tag

Swap AU - credited to anons - Alastor and Vox take the place of Charlie and Vaggie to run the hotel out of spite against Heaven. This was changed from the original but Vox is a fallen Overlord - Original post, general tag

Secretly Married AU - credited to anons - They were secretly married, got into a fight, and Alastor disappeared for 7 years they but never got divorced - Original post, general tag

Radio Guard AU - belongs to ⚔️ anon / @alastorsrchivesforthehotel - Alastor made a deal with Lucifer for power in return for needing to protect Charlie with his life. His relationship with Vox is very strained - Original post, general tag

Domestic AU - credited to anons - A combination between dadstaticradio and secretly married. In addition to Charlie, they have another kid named Vinyl - Original post, general tag, Vinyl's origin

AU Crossovers - General tag for when the AUs universes collide and they all interact with each other, eventually I'll get around to tagging them with their individuals as well - General tag, summary of their dynamics

High School AU - Belongs to the anon who goes by Gal - Original post for details, general tag

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory/Factory Tour AU - credited to anons - Mostly based on the musical, Vox as the head of Voxtek is wanting to retire and Charlie after meeting his standards helps him reconcile with estranged husband Alastor in the process - Original post, general tag

We also have a lovely fanfiction anon who occasionally shows up and writes the most amazing stuff and then dips out (and who now has a blog!)

With regards to all the legally blonde references, it started here when I was informed Vox's VA Christian Borle was Emmett and it all spiraled from there. General tag (I might have missed a few bc it took me forever to think of something that wouldn't be in the main musical tab)

If I missed anything pls tell me, I'll update this as time goes on, but we have such an amazing community on this blog and I'm so grateful for the creativity people have shared, love you all and hope if you're new that you enjoy your stay < 3

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hey saf london besties!! i'm making some cross stitch things to trade at the show and wanted to get some second opinions of which things people like!! i have a load of different potential ideas (and even some i haven't done the proper designs for yet) and i just want to know what is most popular!! so i'd really appreciate it people could vote on this poll as to what they'd like to see me bring (i'm willing to make as many different ones as people want, but this also helps me get rough numbers and everything so i can start making asap) current designs are below:

also i'd appreciate people spreading this around so that i can get a more accurate number <3 looking forward to seeing everyone there in london <3

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An Arousing Provocation

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Week '22 - Day 4 - Soulmates / Seduction

Summary: Participating in a rather scandalous mission changes Rex and Ahsoka's friendship forever. Hidden feelings and desires are revealed when someone else engages with the Captain in ways Ahsoka has only wished of.

Tags: 18+ language, prostitution, another woman, detailed depictions of sex (this smut is unapologetic), creampie, praise, overstimulation, cum play, squirting, loss of virginity, dominant Rex, the slightest hint of dumbification?

Word Count: 6,020

A/N: this is both the filthiest and longest thing I’ve ever written. my google doc is 15 pages long. I haven't written smut in years, but my credentials are that I've read so much more since then. pls let me know how I did!

read on ao3! / rexsoka week '22 masterlist

Rex hated this plan. He hated it then, and he hated it now. At least, she wasn’t a child this time around. He’d never been so angry at her Masters than during that mission to Zygerria. 

He looked down at her, “I don’t like this idea, Ahsoka. I can’t watch you do that again. Once was enough. I know this time you at least have a say in the matter, but I can’t go along with this. We have to find another way to get that intel.”

Ahsoka contorted her face.

“What?” he asked, sick over what other information she could possibly offer.

“It’s actually the other way around,” she winced.

He narrowed his eyes, “The other way around?”

She nodded and continued reluctantly, “I would be your handler this time around, and you would be the…”

“The pleasure slave.”

“Prostitute,” Ahsoka corrected. 

“Kriff, Ahsoka. If we didn’t need this information so badly…”

“I know. I’m sorry, Rex.”

He wanted to be sorry. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but if it meant that she didn’t have to be posing as the pleasure slave, it was a plan he would have to go along with. Comfortability would be difficult to say the absolute least. 

Rex sighed, a sense of dread flooding him, “Alright. Brief me again.”

She nodded, “This Leisure Zone is our target’s most frequented brothel. They have an overwhelming majority of female pleasure workers. Recently, they put out a request for more male workers as well. There’s apparently been a high demand for them. I reached out… They said that a clone deserter would be very enticing to the patrons. It’s common for the workers to assume backstories, so the reality of yours would only contribute further to them turning a profit.”

More like contribute to their libidos.

He tried to steady his breathing and process this information, “I wouldn’t actually be expected to sleep with these patrons, would I?”

She tried not to show how disgusted she was at his question. The thought of her actually selling his body off to other people against his will filled her with a rage she was too overwhelmed to address.

Ahoska had never seen what anger looked like on the Captain, but this would be the closest thing to it if she had to imagine. Never in a million years would she ask this of him if it wasn’t so imperative to the Rebellion. But with a valuable informant in the brothel, there was no other option that would work successfully. 

“Of course not, Rex. It would be a quick job, one night is all we need. The informant has valuable intel for us that an Imperial patron gave to her — information that could help us prevent the TIE Defenders from getting shields.  She can’t leave the brothels, her handler is a very strict individual. We have to go to her. “

Rex looked at the woman next to him, for the first time in his life feeling small.

She gave him a sympathetic hand to the shoulder, “If it makes you feel any better, it’s a high-class brothel. Very expensive. My price for you will be set too high for anyone to pay. I promise.”

He didn’t think he’d ever worn something so revealing in his life. The most physically vulnerable he’d ever been was when he was solely in his body glove. But this… This was the definition of vulnerable. When Ahsoka handed him the disguise, he didn’t expect her to hand him so little. In fact, he’d waited for her to hand him more. 

Upon being told that it was the entire disguise, Rex felt his whole body lose its color.

That put him where he was now, in the ship’s ‘fresher, too nervous to step out. He looked at himself in the mirror, gripping either side of the counter and squeezed. 

It wasn’t that he felt exposed in the material, nor was it that he thought he even looked bad in it. In fact, he thought he pulled off the role of prostitute too well. It just felt like he had stepped into someone else’s skin. If the Republic had given him this mission, he knew he’d be able to carry it out successfully. It was the fact, however, that Ahsoka would be involved, seeing him in this state. He felt so exposed like this. 

She’d given him nothing to cover his upper half. Rex was just bare chested, scars and muscles all on display like they were meant to induce the arousal of others. That wasn’t their purpose. He was built because he had to be, because he was a soldier! He had scars because the fight he fought had at one point meant something to him! They signified the countless times he’d placed his life on the line, not trophies or traits to be desired and fawned over.

Rex had felt like an object his entire life, assigned a number at birth and treated as if he was disposable. But this brought a whole new shadow to that familiar feeling.

How could he walk out there knowing she was on the other side of the refresher door? He couldn’t let her see how red he got when he was embarrassed, how the blush didn’t just gather in his cheeks, but his neck and chest as well. Any and all modesty would forever be ripped from him. Ahsoka would never be able to unsee or unlearn what he looked like under his armor.

This mission changed the dynamics of their relationship forever.

He looked at the scantily clad reflection of himself. The gold metal vambraces and rerebraces he didn’t mind. They were gaudy, but they were the least of his complaints on the ensemble. The part he did have an issue with was the metal apparatus that sat low on his hips. It was situated below his hip bones and cold. At every move he felt as if it might slip off and leave him completely bare. The gold accessory, impersonating as a garment, held up two nearly-sheer pieces of black fabric — one covering his front and one covering his backside. That was all. Any wrong movement and everything would be out in the open.

Rex had swallowed his spit so many times that his mouth had gone dry. His nerves were buzzing, putting his body into a pseudo fight-or-flight mode. Anxiety wasn’t something that he’d ever experienced before, he hoped that after this, he wouldn’t ever have to experience it again.

He thought back to his personal mantra: Experience outranks everything.

Yeah, he really hated that right about now.

Ahsoka called to him from the other side of the door, “Rex? Everything alright in there?”

“Yeah. Yeah… I just had trouble figuring it out. I got it,” he rushed out. His heart felt like it truly might burst. Stepping away from the sink, he faced the door. His finger hovered above the panel, hesitating before pressing the button, in no way ready to reveal himself to her. Swallowing his pride, he decided that he’d never be ready, and opened the door.

His Commander stood barely a meter away, appearing quite concerned. She backed away as soon as the door slid open, realizing how close she was to her practically naked Captain. Her mouth dropped open as she began to apologize, “Rex一”

“Let’s get this over with,” he quipped, cutting her apology short. 

She held a cloak in her arms, pressing it too tightly to herself as she took in his appearance. He stood in the doorway with his head turned to the side, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Ahsoka lifted her jaw, acutely aware that she’d been staring at him open-mouthed for too long. He looked… He looked the part. It was quite the shock. Rex looked…

Ahsoka blinked, reminding herself to offer the cloak to him, “Here. Take this, it will um… It will keep you covered until we’re inside the establishment.” She released her tight grip on the fabric, handing it over to him.

Only after he put the cloak on did he finally face her. 

She, however, looked anywhere but him. She didn’t want him to think that she would betray his modesty in such a way. Rex was her longest and most trusted friend and the last thing she wanted to do was make him feel less than or as if he couldn’t trust her. 

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“We should go ahead and catch transit there, they’re expecting us soon.”

The ship’s ramp lowered and the night sky greeted them, the bright lights of Morlana One beckoning them to join in the seediness that it had to offer.

Ahsoka had been right. Their target brothel was very high-class. Everything in sight dripped of major expense. Even the back entrance was grand, guarded by several able-bodied humanoids. Rex felt his contribution would be better utilized if he were to serve in their position instead.

To everyone else, Ahsoka came across as unassuming, her muscles covered by a thick trench coat. Rex knew something that any potential di’kut did not. She was more than capable of handling any missteps. She was a Jedi survivor. 

Rex knew that if anything went awry tonight, that she was more than qualified to hand everyone in the establishment their asses. 

She’d handled half a legion with only the help of himself and a few droids.

The bouncers verified their chain codes and cross-referenced the schedule before allowing them inside. When they stepped through the thick door, more guards stood inside, the process repeated.

Ahsoka checked them in with the hostess, putting them on the menu as ‘Clone offered by Ashla’. 

Rex flexed his jaw, keeping his posture rigid. He was no offering. 

Ashla gave him an in-character smirk and he remembered himself. He became more lax, compliant, and falsely willing. His weight shifted to one leg, trying his damndest to appear sensual. 

Acting as his handler, Ahsoka beckoned him to the back where they’d been given a prep room. Not to be mistaken with the other set of back rooms… The long hallway of private booths.

He reminded himself not to be so tense, as he would not be passing through that hall. 

Down their assigned hall, they began to see the other workers. Most of them were of female designation, a few gender fluid, and one other male that he could see. Rex felt more comfortable. These people were in the same boat as he was, just with more experience. 

He noticed how they all sauntered instead of merely walked, stalking out their destination as if it were prey. It was safe to assume that applied to the paying customers as well. The one male he saw was Zabrak. He walked with confidence, head tilted down, pupils peering upward from underneath his brow bone. 

Rex could make this charade convincing. He would mimic exactly that. 

“How are you feeling?” she rushed out once they were secure behind the door of their little room. It was dimly lit and furnished with a plush chaise lounge, a compact vanity, and clothing rack. 

He towered in front Ahsoka, realizing he maintained his height over her without his armor on and the addition of her platform boots. Her big eyes searched him, already feeling his emotions through the Force. 

“It’s definitely a culture shock,” he started. 

“Yeah, this is my first time on Morlana One as well.”

He shook his head, “No. I mean, this just isn’t what I expected out of a brothel.” 

Oh. He’d never been in one before.

She looked surprised, “I’m sorry… I guess I just assumed… You’d visited between missions.”

He pressed his mouth into a line, laughing dryly at his own inexperience. It seemed to be a recurring theme for the night. “Nah. The other men? Of course. I was always preoccupied with mission reports to join.”

She bit her lip, something inside of her deflating at his response. He saw and quickly decided to refute the white lie. 

“I used that excuse to turn the offers down. I was never interested, ‘Soka, even when I’d wrapped up the desk work,” he corrected. 

Ahsoka nodded, concealing the fact that his reveal of the truth had caused her heart to surge. That was something she knew he’d never told his brothers. He’d given her a piece of information that he’d kept close to himself. When the rest of the men were out reveling in the pleasures of sex, Rex had abstained. 

She selfishly wondered if he had… If his virtue still remained after the many years of the war, after the countless opportunities he’d gotten to be rid of it. 

“Our informant. The Twi’lek woman with purple coloring. Did you see her when we turned down the hall?”

He nodded. 

“She’s on the floor at the same time you are. You’ll have an hour and a half to make contact. Either in the hallway going in and out or discreetly on the floor.”

A sweet chime rang throughout the establishment, signaling that one round of workers were on break and the next round were to step out onto the floor. Rex’s round. 

Ahsoka let out a deep exhale, “Okay. We can do this. In and out. One round. The datarod is small, you’ll need to find somewhere to conceal it. I think the best option you have is under your tongue.”

His entire body was vibrating and he knew it was time to remove the garment that had provided him some sense of temporary comfort. He fingered the edge of the cloak and pulled it back over his shoulders, feeling the cold of the room settle in his pores. The material fell to the ground, exposing him to Ahsoka yet again. The peaks of his nipples hardened with the temperature and the blush he hadn’t wanted her to witness began to spread over him. 

Their proximity was suffocating. He backed away a few steps and made way to the door, picking his shoulders up and narrowing his eyes to channel the daunting look that the Zabrak had managed. 

His back muscles were on display to the woman behind him. Ahsoka caught herself scanning every inch she could see. The muscles were lean and chiseled, expanding and contracting with his breathing. The gold belt was dangerously low, showing off the dimples situated at the low end of his back. She could make out how taut his backside was… the long fabric that hid it giving her limited visibility. 

“I’ll be out there soon, with the rest of the handlers on the wall by the door. Good luck, Rex.”

Rex felt her eyes burning into him despite not facing her. He gave her a confident nod over his shoulder and stepped into character as soon as he passed through the doorway. 

Once on the floor, Rex had more peace of mind. Every one of the workers all had next to nothing on. He had immediately established eye contact with the informant, repeating the action several times now. The Twi’lek was clad in a skimpy green outfit, the entire ensemble consisting of straps all around her body. She seemed aware that he was the one sent to receive the information. 

As promised, he found Ahsoka taking her place alongside the rest of the handlers by the entrance. 

He blended in well, but it was her who looked as though she belonged. Ahsoka was dressed in all black, several layers of leather wrapping her up, a utility belt cinching it all in. Her arms were crossed as she leaned cooly up against the wall, a hard expression on her face. If he were a customer, he wouldn’t want to do anything to get on her bad side. The whole wall was lined with some of the most treacherous looking people. Unbeknownst to them, Ahsoka was the deadliest of them all. Her trench coat was hanging by her elbows, grazing the top of her intricate boots. 

Rex had been so absorbed with how his own costume looked that he hadn’t registered Ahsoka’s disguise until now. This was the most of her legs he’d ever seen. Fit, orange calves and thighs were encased in ripped fishnets, disappearing under her tiny black leather shorts.

Music pulsated in his ears, the upbeat sounds matching his heart rate. His pupils had blown wide at the sight. He’d undressed her with his eyes before, but never so obviously. It took every fiber of his being to will away his arousal, not wanting her to notice any potential tent or wet patch on the fabric that covered him. 

Her presence was all the encouragement he needed to let this evening roll off his shoulders. It was easier to ignore the way the customers were ogling him. She was the only one in the room that he wanted to look at him with that hunger. 

He kept by the bar, not yet approaching any of the patrons. Many of the workers did the same, having the freedom to choose who got their service and who didn’t. He reminded himself to thank Ahsoka for arranging a night with low occupancy.

The Twi’lek leaned over the opposite side of the bar, beckoning him with a sharp-nailed finger.

Rex removed himself from the counter, taking short strides in her direction. The metal apparatus clinked as he walked, the fabric flowing with his movement. He crowded the shorter woman, mimicking a move he watched a customer do. She reached out with both hands for his abdominal muscles, rubbing the entire surface area with cold palms. He flinched for a split second, not having expected her to be so physical. 

It’s just an act. She’s just playing a part. This needs to look convincing. He swallowed his doubts and fell back into character. 

Taking what he knew about Ahsoka’s anatomy, Rex reached out and stroked one of her headtails. 

The informant licked her lips and pressed her chest against him. Her native Ryloth accent was thick, “Hello, Clone.”

He was thankful for the loud music, their proximity was indeed a tactic and not for her own pleasure. She then stuck a finger in her mouth, sucking on it and pulling it out slowly, tracing Rex’s jaw with the sheen. He understood. The datarod was in her mouth, she didn’t have a Rylothian accent. A purple leg was wrapped around one of his own, pulling him further into her, pulling his mouth to hers. 

It was lengthy and wet as she transferred the datarod into Rex’s mouth with her tongue. 

Ahsoka watched from the opposite side of the room, feeling her entire body become heated. She was seething at the display she’d just witnessed be performed on Rex. She’d tasked him with making contact. This is not how she meant for him to interpret that. Her hands balled into fists and her nails dug into her skin, clenching her teeth at the pain. 

The Twi’lek pulled away from him, but not before licking down his neck. Rex peered down at her as she removed her tongue and backed away from him to give her attention to the whistling Weequay in the booth to her right.

Rex instantly looked to Ahsoka, who was evidently displeased with what she’d just seen unfold. 

The booming music roared in her montrals as the two of them endured the remaining time in the round. Before they knew it, the chime sounded through the brothel once more and she escorted Rex back to the prep room. 

“Did you get the information?” she bit out, all business. 

He made a noise and reached up to pluck the datarod from underneath his tongue, “Got it.”

So, that obscene display had been a tactic. 

Ahsoka’s expression didn’t change, “Good. Let’s get out of here.”

Rex placed the small object in her outstretched palm, privy to exactly how bothered she was at how it was obtained. He became aware of just how little they were both wearing and how close they were. His chest rose and fell with a quicker pace than usual. He could feel her every exhale on his skin. 

For a moment, Ahsoka’s better judgment faltered. She forgot that she was upset, as Rex towered over her wearing that and looking good in it. 

Her other hand reached between them, shaky and hesitant. The practically nude man in front of her took her hand in his and placed it on his chest, spreading her fingers apart, pressing it into him. 

A gasp escaped her mouth, lips parting lightly. His heart was beating at the speed of light. 

This small act was the most provocative thing he’d experienced the entire night. Not even the informant's method of delivery had enticed him as much as this did. 

She looked up to see his dark eyes trained on her and she tore her hand away. The welcoming heat of his skin was quickly replaced by the cold air of the room. Rex squared his shoulders and donned his cloak, following Ahsoka out the door. 

The trip back to their freighter was a silent one. Ahsoka was fuming with every step but feigning as if she didn’t care. 

The pair departed Morlana One as quietly as they’d arrived, making the jump to hyperspace with home in the navicomputer. Ahsoka wanted nothing more than to crawl into her own bed at the South Pole of Saleucami and forget all about this mission. 

Rex excused himself to the ‘fresher, desperately needing to wash the events of the evening away. 

The metal excuse of an outfit clattered to the floor and Rex willed the touch of it and the informant off of his skin. The spray was as hot as he could get it, fogging up the small room and deeply cleansing every pore on his body. He began tugging at his neglected cock, milking himself dry of the sexual tension that had lingered between him and Ahsoka. His head leaned up against the durasteel wall for support, as he fucked his fist, pretending it was hers. 

He moaned through gritting teeth, the evidence of his need for her coating his hand. The warm water washed it away, leaving him with the guilt of disrespecting her in such a manner when she was just one room away. 

She just wasn’t a woman that you could masturbate over and feel honest afterward. 

In the other room, Ahsoka relentlessly fidgeted. She kept her hands busy with the controls of the ship, fighting with her inward emotions. The jealousy is what sickened her most of all. She attempted to ignore its demanding hold on her. Her hands rubbed her eyes, trying to pull herself out of it, but nothing could erase how the woman had touched Rex. 

She was just doing her job. She made it look so convincing! It was the reason we have the intel and are off of that kriffing planet!

Ahsoka shed her trench coat, skin not losing the heat of her anger. She had no one but herself to blame. If she would’ve just made her move the first time she felt things for him, she wouldn’t have to worry about knowing if they were reciprocated. At least, if they weren’t, tonight would’ve been less painful. She had settled on taking decisive action. The ship was switched to auto-pilot and she made the nerve wracking trip to the refresher door. Deja vu. 

He’d been in there quite a while. She couldn’t hear if the water was still running or not and hesitated. Nervous knuckles rapped on the door anyway, “Rex?”

No answer. She tried again. Still, there was no response from the other side.

She sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs with air and courage, and pressed the button that opened the door. 

Rex was standing in front of the mirror again, a towel slung around his waist, water from his shower still in beads on his skin. His blonde hair was buzzed again, the slight bit of length that he had earlier was now gone. He didn’t seem to notice her standing there, but then again, the entire room was clouded with vapor. 

How hot had Rex had the water?

The quiet man must’ve seen her out of his peripheral vision, his head snapping in her direction. He had a bit of depil cream by his ear. 

Ahsoka said nothing and slinked over towards him, standing behind him in the mirror. He watched with attentive eyes as she once again placed her hand on his middle. She made eye contact with him through the reflection, hands splaying as wide as they could over his abs and dipping into the crevices of each muscle, eliciting a twitch in his groin. He turned around to meet her, finding that she was still in her disguise as his handler. 

She closed the little distance that was between them and pressed her chest to his, drinking him in, waiting for him to stop her and tell her that this wasn’t something he wanted.

He didn’t. 

A slender, orange finger disappeared into her mouth. His chest heaved as she sucked, feeling the same sensation underneath his towel. It reappeared, accompanied by a popping sound, returning her lips to their full size. She lifted it up to his face and hooked her finger under his jaw where it met his ear, sliding the depilatory cream down the length of his jawline. 

He reached out and grabbed her hand, ceasing her movements. “Ahsoka,” he growled.

Her confidence shuddered, the role she’d stepped into falling away from her. What had she done? She shamefully anticipated his anger and disgust.

“If you think this is what you have to do to seduce me…” Rex breathed, “You’ve got it all wrong.”

Had she understood his meaning correctly?

She picked her shoulders back up, “Tell me what I have to do.”

Rex shook his head and used his other hand to grab her by the waist, “Absolutely nothing. Just your very essence is the definition of alluring, ‘Soka. You have me utterly wrapped around this finger of yours. The definitive hold you’ve had me in for so long一”

But Ahsoka didn’t let him finish. She decimated the millimeters that separated their lips, kissing him with more than just need. Their jaws moved in sync as they tried to soak up as much as they could out of one another. He released her hand to cradle her face, bringing her to meet his rhythm. Rex momentarily pulled away and looked her up and down, going straight for her belt. The hefty accessory fell to the floor at her feet, leaving the rest of her clothes free to be removed. He slipped his hand inside her opened vest, feeling the curvature of her figure that the belt had denied him access to.

He walked her backwards into the durasteel wall, placing one hand on her back lek to soften the blow. She moaned. Rex felt weak in the knees at that, praying that the sound he’d elicited from her didn’t falter his balance. His hands clapped the wall on either side of her head, kissing her hungrily. Ahsoka clung to him, her fingers pressed into the nape of his neck, swiping where he’d just buzzed his hair. 

Their chests rose and fell in unison and Rex pulled away, looking down at her exasperated state, “Jump.”

Ahsoka complied and he used his hands to hoist her over his hips, supporting her as he strode them to his quarters. She placed passionate kisses along his jaw and down his neck as he carried her to their destination, groaning as she sucked and grazed her teeth along the sensitive skin.

The dimly lit state of his quarters ushered them in, already matching the mood. Rex knelt onto the bed, signaling to her that she could drop onto the surface below. The short drop was soft and allowed her to see the full view of her Captain. His skin was warm and still wet, a blush coloring the skin from his face to his chest, his towel no longer slung loosely around him. She bit her lip, figuring it must’ve fell in their change of location, wondering if she was welcome to look down…

A tanned and veiny hand reached down there. Ahsoka’s eyes followed as Rex wrapped his fingers around the appendage between his legs, slowly stroking. The tip was swollen and weeping, a sticky substance coating his fingertips. 

She peered up at him through heavy lashes, propping herself up by the elbows. He neared her and she gulped, realizing how big he was as he leant down over her.

“Let’s get you out of these,” he whispered, lips grazing a montral. 

Ahsoka could’ve combusted just then. Rex’s strong hands took hold of her long vest, pushing them down her muscular arms. Her nerves bounced between them in a frenzy. She couldn’t tear her focus away from his face, watching as he undressed her both figuratively and literally. He reached around to her back and popped open her corset top, causing her breasts to bounce.

She yelped at the sudden movement and sucked in air. The material fell beside her and her chest was left bare. Rex let out a feral growl as he took the sight of her in and attached his mouth to her neck, hands immediately reaching out and palming her right breast.

Oh. Ahsoka hadn’t thought that could feel good.

The man above her continued his assault on her neck and chest. She threw her head back, attempting to contain the explosive pleasure erupting within her.

She could feel Rex smile against her skin, before he pinched her nipple and turned it around in his fingers. That was a moan she was unable to contain.

All the while, he continued the pumping motion between his legs, breathing hot and heavy on the inside of her lekku.

“Rex,” she groaned, and he pulled away.

“Are you okay with this, ‘Soka? Say the word now and we won’t go any further,” he whispered against her neck. “Tell me no and I’ll never touch you again.”

She whimpered at that and shook her head slowly.

His teeth scraped the sensitive mark on her neck, “M’gonna need a verbal response, ‘Soka.”

Ahsoka swallowed, “Please don’t stop, Rex.”

Her Captain crashed his lips into hers, reconnecting them and their fervent passion. Ahsoka dug her nails into this scalp, scratching as his tongue entered her mouth, swiping at her bottom lip. His hands had abandoned his angry cock and felt around for the zipper of her leather shorts, making quick work of getting them down her legs. They got caught on her knee-high platform boots and he removed himself from her, moving downwards.

He pulled the buckles free from their latches and gently guided them from her legs, kissing each of her calves afterward. He felt the texture of the tattered fishnets with buzzing fingertips, running his hands up the length of her legs before stopping on her thighs. Rex looked down at what awaited him. 

A wet patch had formed on Ahsoka’s underwear, giving away just how aroused and ready she was for him.

“Kriff… All for me?”

Ahsoka’s lekku had darkened, orange skin now blushed and ablaze. Before she could respond, Rex’s knuckles met and he ripped a hole in both her fishnets and her underwear. Her cunt clenched around nothing, juices covering her lower region, on display for Rex to see. The pupils of the man above her widened, taking in just how swollen and soaked she was. He dipped his middle finger and swiped between her orange lips, collecting her arousal and sticking the digit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around, tasting her. 

“Weepy little pussy just couldn’t help itself, huh?” he purred.

Her pussy trembled at his words, unable to close her legs with how he kept one hand on her ankle. He repeated the action again, dipping his finger further inside.

That pulled a whine from her, legs shaky as she waited for him to taste again. Instead, he held it up to her, “Suck.”

Without question, she let Rex push his middle finger in her mouth. She mimicked his actions and sucked hard, using her tongue to detect the tang of her own excitement. 

He let out a guttural moan, feeling the act around his leaking cock. He looked down at himself. It was rock hard and standing further at attention than he’s ever seen. Ahsoka’s lips popped as he drew his finger free, a sheen of spit coating her lips. What he wouldn’t give to have lips like that wrapped around his dick.

Rex hooked his arms under her thighs and dragged her to him. He placed one hand on her hip and one hand on himself, aiming for her dripping entrance.

“Rex…” Ahsoka trailed.

His jaw flexed. He looked sinful, naked and taut and more toned than she’d previously been under the impression of. Lust was heavy in his voice, making it deeper, “Use your words.”

“How many… How many times have you一”

“This would be the first,” he divulged.

She nodded, content with his answer, and watched as his cock lined up with her entrance. The thick head kissed her slit, sliding between them. A shockwave ran through her body at the foreign sensation. She caught her breath and he continued, pushing further and further into her tight, hot hole, never once breaking eye contact. Ahsoka cried out at the new feeling. Rex slowly sunk into her, stretching her out and moaned at how she felt wrapped around him, all hot and tight and wet. 

He bottomed out inside of her and Ahsoka breathed heavily, eyes fixed on one another. She nodded, adjusting to how good and full she felt. Rex began to move his hips in short back and forth movements, a hand holding her hip firmly in place. When he drew back, Ahsoka started whimpering at the loss of him. He pushed back in, “Shhhh. Hold on, m’gonna go faster.”

Rex attached his mouth to her jaw, sucking and licking as he rammed into her, thrusting at a vigorous pace. She mewled in his ear, desperately grabbing and scratching at his toned back. An obscene squelching sound came from between her thighs, her juices coating the hair at the base of his cock.

“That thing… uhn you did with her lekku…” Ahsoka moaned.”

He groaned, “Good fucking girl, using your words.”

The hand that wasn’t being used to hold her still, moved up to her lekku and lightly stroked. 

Ahsoka whined, pleasure making her entire body vibrate. It was all starting to be too much to handle. Her nails dug into Rex’s shoulders, crying out with each of his thrusts. He had found the sweet, spongey spot in her drenched little cunt, ramming into it over and over. She wailed at the increase in his pace and her legs began to tremble, eyes squeezing shut. All of the pleasure curling up inside her had burst, rippling as her high came to a peak. Rex stiffened above her, moaning at how her climax had her squeezing his sensitive cock. He looked down and smirked, having fucked her to the point of squirting all over his thighs. 

Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, the kisses on her cheek making her smile. Rex pulled out of her to watch his seed dribble out of her cummy pussy. He rubbed it around with his thumb and she bucked, still tender from the result of their desires. 

Rex could only look on her with awe, her skin in a thin sheen of sweat. She was ethereal and he was helplessly in love.

What the repercussions of their actions on their friendship would be, they would decide in the morning. Tonight, they were not held to the standards of the Jedi, the Republic, the GAR, or any other organized group. Tonight, they took back the pleasures that their former lives had denied them. 

[ze-maki-nin]

Pumpkin Cookies!

Requested-Na! I came up with this idea with some ideas from @sugarrbbee!! Thank you <33 (Again-)

Pairing: C!Niki x Gn!Reader

Idea: You bake Pumpkin Cookies with Niki!

Tags/Warnings: None, Fluff! (If there is any warnings that I missed pls tell me!)

A/N- This is SUPER long! Like 2,716 words long!(Not including this beginning part and the endnote thing!) It's also my first fic so please dont be rude/mean!

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The sun shone through the light blue curtains, making you stir in your bed. Groaning, your teary eyes blinked open.

"What time is it?" You murmured, turning onto your back slowly. Bringing your hands up, you slowly rubbed the tears out of your eyes. Yawning, you sat up, the soft blanket falling off of you.

Looking over to your nightstand, the black clock read '7:10' "It's so early" You grumbled, glaring at the alarm clock. Slowly pulling off the rest of the blankets and swinging your legs over the bed.

You let your feet dangle for a minute, staring off into space. You then huffed and jumped off the comfortable bed, landing on the cold, wooden floor. Stretching your arms over your head, hearing popping noises.

You huffed and dropped your arms, walking over to your dresser. Opening the middle drawer and pulling out a black sweatshirt and pair of jeans.

You closed the drawer and made your way to your connected bathroom to get ready. You set your clothes on the counter and walked over to the shower, turning it on. Warm steam slowly started to fill the room.

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Turning off the water, you got out and reached for your towel and wrapped it around you. You pulled out the blow dryer from a drawer and plugged it in, then turned it on.

The hot air blew on your face, making you smile at how warm it was. You then turned it so it was blowing on your wet hair and started drying your hair.

You turned off the blow dryer, setting it down, and started running your hands through your hair. Humming a tune, you picked up your clothes and started getting dressed.

Once the jeans were on all the way, you picked up a brush and started brushing out your hair, getting all the naughts out. Putting the brush and blow dryer away in a drawer, you picked up your dirty clothes and walked out of the bathroom to throw them in the dirty basket.

Walking back over to your dresser, you pulled out some socks from the top drawer, closed it, then sat down on your bed to put them on.

You huffed, looking at the clock on your nightstand, it read '8:20' "Time for breakfast" You mumbled, standing up and walking over to your door. Opening your bedroom door and walking out, closing it behind you.

Heading down the warm hallway, you made it to your living room. You looked around it, trying to spot your black cat Nightmare. Your brows furrowed not seeing the cat anywhere. Taking a couple steps towards the couch, stopping right behind it.

You looked down and saw a black fur ball "Silly Kitty" You giggled, petting their head. The cat stirred in its sleep, but not waking up. You hummed and headed towards the kitchen.

Heading towards the fridge, you pulled out some eggs. Setting them down on the counter near the stove, you closed the fridge and headed to a coupard and pulled out some toast, a pan, and some non-stick cooking spray.

You put the pan on the stove top, turned it on, and sprayed some cooking spray in it. Turning around, you put the spray back and waited for the pan to warm up. Once it was warm enough, you picked up the eggs and cracked them into the pan.

Sizzling sounds filled the kitchen as you pulled out some ingredients to make coffee. You finished pulling the ingredients out and started making it.

You paused, looking back at the eggs in the pan and set everything down. You walked over to the pan and flipped the eggs. You grabbed the bread out of its bag and put it in the toaster.

You huffed, turning back to your coffee to see Nightmare up on the counter, swatting at the cup "Don't. You. Dare." You said slowly, staring your cat in the eyes.

Nightmare just stared back, their tail swishing back and forth, and swatted the cup off the counter, all while looking you in the eyes. They then turned around and started sassily walking away.

You just stared at the broken coffee mug on the ground, the coffee that was in it spreading all over the floor "Stupid Cat" You grumbled, turning of the stove top, so you dont burn your eggs, and bent down to pick up the glass pieces.

"That was my favorite mug too!" You groaned, standing up and carefully putting the glass shards in the trash. You grabbed a mop out of the closet and started cleaning the coffee.

Once you finished cleaning, you put the mop away, planning to clean it later, and turned towards your eggs and now done toast. You grabbed the toast, buttered them, and put them on a plate, along with the eggs.

Bringing the plate over to the dining table, you sat down and began eating, without a coffee. You finished up your breakfast, picking up the plate and heading to the kitchen to put it in the sink.

Once you finished putting everything away, you walked out to the living room and saw Nightmare stretching on the couch. You sighed, shaking your head, heading over to them.

You gently picked them up, them meowing in protest but stopped once they felt your hand on their head "See. It's not that bad you Crazy Cat" You said, walking towards the door.

You set the fluffy cat on the ground, and slipped your boots on. You stood back up, Nightmare climbing up you side and laying on your shoulders.

"Lets go Nightmare" You said, petting their head and heading out the door. You smiled, breathing in the fresh air. You closed the door behind you, locking it, and headed towards the center of town.

Walking along the path, Nightmare asleep on your shoulder, you waved and smiled at the people.

"Y/N!!" You heard someone yell. You turned your head to the side to see Tubbo running towards you with a big smile.

"Hey Tubs!" You said back, ruffling the boys hair, being mindful of his horns. Tubbo just giggled, playfully smacking your hand away.

"Stop it! Anyways! Do you think I could talk with you? We haven't talked in so long!" The boy said, bouncing on his feet.

"Bubs! We talked yesterday!" You laughed, smiling at him

"I know! But it feels like we haven't talked in forever~" He whined, pouting at the taller person. You just chuckled and waved him to follow you.

"Alright!!" He said excitedly, running to catch up to you.

You just smiled, shaking your head at the boys excitement. You reached up and started petting the lazy cat around your shoulders, listening to the boy ramble.

You hummed, agreeing to whatever the boy next to you was saying.

"This is my stop" You said, nodding towards Nikis Bakery.

"Awww~ I wanted to talk to you more~" He pouted, crossing his arms and stomping.

"Oh hush you baby! We'll talk tomorrow!" You said, ruffling his hair again

"Promise?" He said, looking up at you with his big doe eyes

"Promise! We can even go to your house and hang out there!" You said, kissing his forehead

"ALRIGHT!! SEE YOU TOMORROW!" He yelled excitedly, running away, probably to go find Tommy.

You chuckled, shaking your head and walked towards Nikis Bakery.

You opened the door, the bell chiming above your head.

"Hello and Welcome-Y/N!" Niki said, running over to you and giving you a hug.

"Hello Sweets!" You chuckled, hugging her back.

Nightmare jumped off your shoulder and onto hers "Hello there Nightmare! How are you?" She asked, petting the Gender-Neutral cat, who just meowed back in response. Niki just giggled, watching as the cat jumped off her shoulder and towards the little corner she had made for them, it had a cat bed and some food and water.

She turned back towards you, eyes sparkling in excitement "What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming over!!" She said, dragging you behind the counter.

"I thought I'd help you with baking today!" You said, letting her drag you.

"Really?! Alright!! What should we bake?" She said, stopping in the kitchen and turning around to look at you.

"Well I thought we could bake some Pumpkin Cookies!! Since it's almost fall!" You said, smiling at her.

"OMG! YES!!" She said excitedly, jumping around her kitchen and grabbing ingredients.

You chuckled and started gathering the pots/mixers/utensils/etc. for you guys. Setting the last of the stuff down next to Niki, who was rocking back and forth on her heels.

"What’s first Chef Niki?" You asked, smiling at the excited girl

"First! We have to preheat the oven to 350° F. and GRease the baking sheets!" She said, taking out the baking sheets.

"Alright! I'll preheat the oven!" You said, walking over to the oven and preheating it, then heading back over to Niki.

"Okay! Now we're going to combine 2 1/2 cups of flour, 1 teaspoon of baking soda, 1 teaspoon of baking powder, 1 teaspoon of cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon of nutmeg and 1/2 teaspoon of salt!" She said, taking out all the ingredients excitedly.

"That's...A lot...." You said, sweat dropping at all the stuff in front of her.

"Well Duh! They're P u m p k i n" She said, looking at you with a 'Duh' face.

"Right right" You said, bringing your hands up in defence.

She just giggled, turned back to the ingredients and started putting them in. You smiled, dropping your hands to your side and walking to her side. You watched as she carefully put in the dry ingredients in the medium sized bowl.

You then smirked and walked behind her. You then carefully wrapped your arms around her waist and-

"AAAA! Y/N!" She screamed, dropping the teaspoonful of baking powder onto the floor. You laughed, spinning in a circle while gripping onto Niki.

"PUT ME DOWN!!" She yelled, gripping onto your arms and laughing.

You laughed and put her down gently. She quickly turned to you and jumped at you, wrapping her arms around your neck and legs around your waist.

"WHOA!" You said, wrapping our arms around her waist so she wouldn't fall. Niki giggled into your neck, hugging you tighter. You just smiled, hugging her back just as tight.

She jumped off of you "Come on! Let's continue baking you trouble maker!" She said giggling and heading back to the ingredients. You just chuckled, shook your head, and walked back towards Niki.

After you guys finished with the dry ingredients, Niki pulled out a large mixing bowl "Okay! Now we need 1 1/2 cup of sugar and a stick of butter!" She said, taking out the sugar while you softened the butter.

You dumped the two ingredients in the bowl and set it on the mixer, turned on the mixer, and then started blending it.

"What next Niki?" You asked, watching as she got out some beat pumpkin (Pumpkin paste? Idk-), a large egg, and vanilla extract.

"We need to add a cup of beaten pumpkin (Or pumpkin paste-), 1 large egg, and 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract!" She said, handing you the egg while putting in the pumpkin.

"You got it!" You said, carefully cracking the egg into the mixing pull, as to not get any eggshells in. You walked past Niki, who was now putting in the vanilla extract, and over to the sink to put the eggshell in.

You then washed your hands of the egg and small shells, dried them off, and then walked back over to Niki.

"Now we have to slowly add the flower mixture in!" She said, grabbing the medium sized bowl and slowly dumping it in. Once she finished she handed you the bowl.

"Go put it in the sink pls!" She asked, smiling at me as she got out some spoons.

"Yes Ma'am!" You fake saluted, making her giggle, and walked over to the sink, carefully setting the bowl down.

You walked back over to Niki, wiping the imaginary dust of your sweater "Is it ready?" You asked, hugging the smaller girl from behind.

"Yup! Now we just have to scoop it on the cooking sheets!" She said, handing you a spoon to help her.

You two started scooping the cookie dough onto the sheets, making them a medium size. Once you finished filling up the cookie sheets, you put them in the oven for 15-18 minutes.

"Lets clean up a bit and then get working on the drizzle!" She said, dragging you over to the sink to clean the dirty dishes you guys used.

You just chuckled and rolled up your sleeves, turned on the water, and started cleaning. You grabbed the soap and started to clean the medium and large sized bowl, Niki putting more dirt dishes in the sink.

The oven dinged, signaling that the cookies were done.

"I'll get the cookies out and put them on a cooling rack (?)" Niki said, taking out some cooling racks and setting them up.

"Okay!" I said, finishing the last dirty dish as Niki took out some oven mitts and carefully took out the cookies. She then carefully took the cookies off of the pan, with a spatula, and set them on the racks.

You turned off the faucet, dried your hands on a towel, and pulled down your sleeves walking over to Niki, who has now finished putting the last of the cookies on the racks.

"There! Now we just have to wait for them to cool and make the glaze!" She said, taking off her oven mitts and setting them down. She headed over to the coupards and pulled out a small bowl and some ingredients.

"Okay! We need to add 2 cups of sifted powdered sugar, 3 tablespoons of milk, 1 tablespoons of melted butter, and 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract!" She said, adding all the ingredients in while you watched.

You looked over to the cookies, then back to Niki, who was manually mixing the glaze, then back over to the cookies. You started quietly walking over to them, and took one.

It was warm, not too warm, but the right amount. You brought it up to your mouth and

"NO!" Niki screamed, snatching the cookie from you and setting it back on the rack

"You have to wait Y/N!" Niki scolded you like a mother would her child.

"Sorry! But they look so good!!" You whined, pouting at her.

She just sighed, grabbing your arm, and pulling you over to the glaze she finished.

"You can help me drizzle the drizzle over the cookies! And then you can have one!" She said, handing you a spoon, put some cookies on two plates,and set one in front of you, the other in front of her.

"All you have to do is put some drizzle on the spoon and drizzle a bit over the cookies!" She said, showing you how to do it.

"Okay!" You said, copying her actions and drizzling some drizzle over the cookies.

You two continued drizzling some stuff over the cookies until they were all covered in drizzle.

"There! Now you can have one!" Niki said, putting the two spoons and bowl in the sink and started washing them.

"ALRIGHT!!" You cheered, picking up one of the cookies and biting into it.

"Hmmm!" You hummed in delight

"These are so good!" You said, shoving the rest of the cookie in your mouth, making Niki giggle.

Nightmare walked into the kitchen, curious of the noise that was coming from the place. The cat saw Niki giggling next to you and You shoving another cookie in your mouth, crumbs getting on your face and clothes. Walking towards their owner, the cat pawed at your leg.

"Hmmm" You hummed, looking down at the cat

"Hey Nightmare" You greeted the cat with a smile, leaned down and picked them up.

You giggled, Nightmare licking the crumbs off your face.

"It seems Nightmare likes the cookies as well!" Niki said giggling, petting the fluffy cats head, making the cat purr and lean into her hand.

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I'm the cat Hehe-

ANYWAYS!!

Hope you guys like it! It took so long to write and edit!!

I'm not super proud of it but it's good for my first fic!!

Taglist: @meliancries @dawnfallx @forefinn @angstyx @pastelpeaxch

[gxrlcinema]

hello my lovely tree could you pls point me to something that could educate me as to why g-d with an o is not good like a trusted source or something I really don't mean to be annoying

-pegging

you're not being annoying at all! i made a post about this a while ago but i can't find it so i'll just explain this here.

alright, in judaism the name of g-d is sacred. the torah tells us that when the name of g-d is written, you're not supposed to just erase it or throw it away. tradition dictates that instead, the thing the name is written on be buried in a jewish cemetery (there are specific spots set aside in jewish cemeteries for this purpose).

one of the adaptations that modern english speaking jews have so as not to bury everything is writing "g-d" instead of g/o/d. not everyone does this, and there are many arguments as to why there would be exceptions (for example, writing the word on the internet, which exists forever, would negate the problem because you'd technically never throw it away). like with most jewish things, there's a lot of opinions and hundreds of years of discourse.

here are some jewish organizations' explanations (in case you want a more official source): 1, 2, 3

i personally haven't written the actual word since i was fourteen-ish, unless I have to google something (google's search engine does not recognize "g-d" as the word). all of my essays for school, my fanfics, and even just my text messages are written "g-d". i'm just so used to it now that when i see someone else having written the word (in a text or a tumblr post or something casual) i just feel a little strange.

by no means does this mean that anyone who writes g-d with an o is bad or wrong! i don't expect anyone to do this when communicating with me (in fact, i'd find it kind of weird if goyim in my life started doing it). most jewish people i know don't even do it. i was just making a joke in the tags of that reblog (which I assume you saw and that's why you asked).

hope this helped 💕

[sunset-sunbun]

i have been @ed by my friend so i shall now provide you little scrunklies with information about myself

@the-official-memester hit me with the punk tactics so now im gonna spew out some information

Name: Koi, thinkin about maybe goin by smthin else irl (because i egt board of names in my constant serch for seritonin) but my internet name and one of my names will forever be koi since its become practically ingraved into my soul. dont mind tho

Star sign: Aries sun, apparently libra moon, and libra rising. idk wut that means lmao

Height: I am currently around 5'11. my goal is to be as tall as mothman. nobody. can. stop me.

Time: to close to when my spanish assignments that I haven't even started are due. help.

Birthday: april 1. yes i make "my life is a joke" jokes. yes my grandmother called me the "best April fools joke ever" (I still don't know what to make of that). yes i am funky fresh and thankful my birthday falls jussssst before spring break ends.

Favorite bands/artists: lemon demon, jack staunber, cavetown, tallyhall, glass animals, probobly more, cant remember if there are

Last movie: the second season lego monkie kid rise of the spider queen thign.

Last show: lego monkie kid nand fools gold

When did I create this blog: when i was like... 13?...idk

What I post: whenever my brain reminds me that i have an account here

Last thing I Googled: moriah elezibeths merch store (stuff i wanna have but cannot lmao)

Other blogs: eyup, comic blog rightttt here @the-koi-comics 

Do I get asks: GIVE ME THEM! PLEAE PL PLEASE

Following: 22

Average hours of sleep: my sleep goes from like 3 horus too hybernation per request of my brain being pissed at me not getting enougth sleep and doing a force shut down.

Instruments: ukulele, trombone, and harmonica (not as good as the rest)

What I'm wearing: jean like pants the color of wookd with fun patches over the knees and a dad joke t-shirt about marshmellow birds in a flock "chillin with my peeps"

Dream job: influencer/comedian/barista at a cat cafe

Nationality: most german

Favorite songs: mantra, rises the moon, and telecaster b-boy covered by yonkagor

Last book I read: on a sunbeam

Top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: lego monkie kid, my own lmao, and the owl house

who do i put here for tags? idk. i dont rlly have any tumblr mutuals yet. maybe you guys could 👉👈😗

[bugloveskpop]

@yalocalangel @imnotasocialmediaperson @britishlovatic @noonas-lucky-longboii @dayswithdae @jungyoungell

I LUB YOU GUYS AND Y'ALL DESERVE LIL GHOST KISS ♥️♥️♥️♥️

[angelaiswriting]

ffs this is first and foremost a love confession!!😳😳😳❤️✨ like, dude, your writing is incredible, i love it so so soo much!!!

to be perfectly honest i'm always a hoe for vladimir ranskahov and forever will be. i haven't been in this fandom in ages, i still have painful, scarring flashbacks of when the show came out and content of our trash russian mobster was less than scarce. 🥺🥺 🤣

that being said, you have no idea how incredibly excited i was to come back and see actual fucking content in this tag. lol i was so fucking prepared to actually write my own. 🤣🤣🤣

aaanyway, i think my point pretty much boils down to you're a very talented writer and the fandom is lucky to have you!!!! 😍✨❤️ and i apologize for rambling in your inbox, i am truly sorry! hope you're having a good day, dear. xD💖✨

Bro...

This is the cutest ask ever, I’m— fucking out of words! Like, bruh, I... I also am a hoe for Vladimir Ranskahov 🥺 and I hope my fics helped you with those flashbacks... I’m also entirely convinced Vlad’s still alive, so ✌🏻 but also, if you do write your own, pls tag me: there’s never enough content for these Russians 🥲 (says the one writing a long fic with Sergei)

Anyway, I’m SO moved by your words. I just woke up and this is the first thing I saw... It truly set the mood for the day 🥺 like, what the heck?? Can’t believe I’m the recipient of such a wonderful message 🥺🫂

And NEVERRRRR apologize for rambling!!! Ramble all you want!!! These are the best kind of messages, and it’s always awesome to find someone just as deep into the same trash characters as you :’) I hope YOU are having a great day! 💖

Ah my God I- 🥲🥺😭💖💕🥰🫂✝️🙈💗😘 scream

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someone please write an enemies to lovers + fake dating + one bed trope with pietro maximoff and deliver it to me. i will be forever grateful thanks

31 notes • Posted 2021-11-27 15:42:28 GMT

#4

What the fuck

Original credit of why this topic started today goes to: @sarahisslytherin

35 notes • Posted 2021-09-04 08:29:17 GMT

#3

But wait. Dps fandom, I'm new here so pls help me out. When did we agree that meeks joins the army?? I thought he was an engineer??

35 notes • Posted 2021-08-14 18:43:15 GMT

#2

I recommend everyone to read "born a crime" by trevor noah and to watch the film titled "dead poets society" like rn. Go read it. Go watch it. You are missing in life ig you haven't read or watched the said.

62 notes • Posted 2021-07-20 12:10:11 GMT

#1

No, jesper fahey is not my comfort character bc he's always smiling and laughing. Its bc he hides all his trauma and things that bother him behind all of the happiness. This man deserves all the love. (Also pls rec jesper fanfics)

273 notes • Posted 2021-07-09 04:17:19 GMT

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(this is reply to first ask)

I mean I get it she might have a fight with her sister or not liked her. But messing with food is not right. Yes it is courage to me. I wish I could do that. You make big sister instinct sound very much like mother instinct when child is in trouble. Yeah. We don't have lockers either. I hope you never to experience these kind of thing. It's better to stay in dark.

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[This is for second one]

(don't tempt me I can do 10 pages coz this Dean Winchester hasn't been open about all these stuff)

WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME??? I could really use some therapy like this. YOU GET ME!!! Im gonna cry😭😭😭😭😭😭

Why haven't I told you this before??? It feels much better now, you're a saviour. Let me hide under the dining table so I can cry some more. If you hear someone weeping just ignore it.😭😭😭

Yeah. All those people in same room coz of that lecture and that was the time when he called me to read out the list.

YES!! EXACTLY?!!!! You understand me!!! That was my reaction too! Dude, I have every reason to avoid you!!! It was really brutal and he was standing just beside me, telling me to read louder and that he can't hear me. No matter how I hard I tried my voice was not gonna be audible till back and he was like I couldn't move on to the next word until everyone heard the previous one. Now, I know how people feel when Gordon Ramsay is standing on their head and yelling at them. He is very insane. And I was also suprised to find out he kept that list. By 3rd or 4th word I was about to cry idk if he noticed break in my voice or what, I was barely managing to hold it together I didn't wanna cry in front of all those people. Then he took the paper and was like go, so I went very fast. I hate to even think about that day. (I wouldn't have told anyone this but I'm anon so no one knows me and it feels better to share)

I don't think he gets about anxiety. Also, I've to talk to him to tell him and I've never talked to him besides answering what he asks or when there's some task I have to do. I also thought that coz I didn't went for few days so he must have realised. And my friends told me that they come looking for me one day idk why. I was very much relieved after he stopped all that crazy hide and seek. Now, you get it. That's why I'm so done with guys. Seriously, I would never do this to anyone if I was a guy.

None taken. My school was all rainbows and unicorns and I wasn't expecting college to a do or die situation. What I think is over here we have very disciplined school system and in college they just leave it up to students like do whatever pleases you that's why everything is so fucked up. Professors are in their own world they don't interfere between students, there's a huge gap between us. They will only help in studies related stuff. Over here, all the colleges have that third button rule and one of my friend who's in other college her seniors give them a dress code which they are supposed to follow. They once told them to wear yellow pants on every Monday, even the guys, so that is funny I think.

(I laughed real hard at that tag😂😂😂 this is a lovely song that I heard in how I met your mother. It's called la vie en Rose)

🎶hold me close and hold fast this spell you cast this is la vie en rose. When you kiss me heaven sighs and though I close my eyes I see la vie en rose🎶

I second that. then let’s unionize and become the warriors of today, running on mother instincts🤝 yeah I hope so too, i’m sorry you did got a taste though💔

*** (I won’t tempt you, but we both know that dean is the most repressed soab on this planet...)

SJDISKK I WAS HERE, WHERE WERE YOU??! i’ll always be available for some therapy talks babe, whenever you need it, hmu😚 noooo dont cryyyy😭😭😭

idk!!! but in your defense, we just met barely two months ago. althouh it feels like i’ve know you forever!! i’m glad you feel better now, my beloved<3 and nooo i’m not a saviour, I was just being a friend I suppose? yeah like i’m gonna hear you cry and just not care. i’ll be joining you with a fresh batch of warm cookies and a dvd player so we could watch lotr💖✨

LITERALLYYY!!! woah he really won’t stop, will he?? pls that gordon ramsay example-💀 oh how very noble of him to let you go, after what though!?😒😒 I don’t blame you for not wanting to recall that memory, just hearing about it sounds awful enough, I can’t imagine how it must’ve been for you. ( talking sometimes is relieving, and yeah being anon is helpful)

won’t be surprised. oooh, so he did realize the toll of his actions, huh? If only he was quicker to that realization. now I get it. seriously, I don’t blame you at all. thank god for girl, am I right?;) I don’t think anyone should do that to anyone periodt.

oh so it’s all cause they’ve given authorization to the students? wait ALL the colleges??? I thought it was only yours that has that stupid rule. a dress code? seriously?? ohhh so they’re doing it for fun? if everyone’s on board, and it’s fun for everyone, I guess that’s alright.

(😂😂👀 ooo another song from that show)

also did you see this post of mine?

🎶when you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seem to turn into love songs🎶💕