#its about the yearning bish

[vinciwolf]

Rex + nsfw alphabet

Pairing: Rex x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, nsfw

Here’s a nsfw alphabet that nobody asked for xD

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

           It depends on the night. Sometimes Rex is so messy that both of you end up in the refresher, the end up changing the sheets from all the sweat. On the more lazy-sex days, aftercare is simple and sweet. Rex will usually be the one to grab a towel and wipe you clean.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

           Rex’s favorite body part are your boobs. He loves massaging, sucking, biting, or simply fondling them when he’s taking your ass from behind. Those large, calloused fingers will play with your hardened nipples until you beg him to stop. The next morning, your swollen nips will itch from tenderness and be very sore underneath the fabric of your bra.

           Aside from your boobs, Rex loves your pussy. Not the exterior (even though he loves the noises your make when he circles your clit) but inserting his fingers inside your slickness drives him nuts. He loves the feeling of your slippery walls against his fingers and how your juices make the lewdest slapping noises when you’re about to cum.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He mostly loves it when he can cum inside you, then watch it spill from your entrance afterwards. The view of your eyes blissed out, body glazed over with afterglow, and his juices seeping from your core is a site to behold. Nothing can compare to how proud he is of being able to make you that beautifully relaxed.

This is very rare though because y’all wrap it up to prevent an unwanted pregnancy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

           Occasionally, he’ll cum on your stomach in order to force you both into the refresher. There he will use the shower spray to stimulate another orgasm out of you.

           Also, Rex hasn’t told you yet, but he really wants to make a holorecording of y’all having sex (not just holorecordings of your voice) for… personal reasons while he’s away on long missions~

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

           Rex had a few encounters at 79’s before meeting you, but he wasn’t really that great at love-making. He knew the basics of PIV sex, jerking off, and that’s about it. When you entered his life, however, you helped him learn how to actual enjoy himself during intimacy.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

           Tbh, this clone is a basic bish. He likes missionary position because he can hug you tightly against his body while he rails your pussy. And it gives him the advantage of holding onto the headboard for support.

           But Rex is not afraid to try new things though. When you introduced him to anal sex, he instantly labels it as a favorite. Why? Because he can either fondle your nipples more easily or play with your clit (or both at the same time).

           Also, when you ride him, he is driven wild. Being able to watch his cock slowly disappear into your warmth, bouncing on his hips, squeezing your tits in his hands while you contort your face with pleasure… he just… explodes from arousal.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

           Sometimes if Rex is tipsy from drinking, he’ll be sloppier and throw a joke around here and there, but for the most part, the captain is more serious during intimate moments.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

           You’d think for a clone with a shaved head that he’d be more groomed down yonder, but he’s actually kind of bushy. Not as in he could beat a Wookie in the bushiest crotch competition, but just sporting a naturally grown out bush for your average human male.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

           One time you returned to a dimly lit apartment with candle leading to your bedroom. Rex was in his blacks waiting on the edge of the bed, condoms scatter over your nightstand.

           Sadly, the romantic moment was cut short due to one of the curtains catching on fire. Your apartment was saved, but you ended up having to lecture the poor clone about not putting candles near flammable items.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

           Rex often times jacks off in a refresher for easier clean up, but he must make sure it’s empty because it would ruin him if Cody or Kix stumbled upon him with an upright pecker in his hand.

           Before meeting you, the captain would simple jack off for stress relief, but now Rex cannot see himself masturbating without the aid of a hologram on you naked or a holorecording of your moans.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

           It’s not really much of a hardcore kink but going back to how Rex loves the feeling of your warm pussy, his ‘kink’ is fingering you until you’re a sweaty, panting mess beneath him.

           One of his more serious kinks involves restraints. He love it when he can hold you legs down while he eat you out, not allowing you to squirm or clench your thighs around his head.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

           Honestly, anywhere. The bed is optimal, the refresher is relaxing, and the wall for when it’s a rough quickie… particularly the last one.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

           When you’re wearing lacy lingerie and switch to a dominate role in the bedroom, that is when Rex get’s going. He loves it when you call all the shots.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

           He won’t do degradation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

           Rex dies when you give him head. See here for proof.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

           Depends on how long you and Rex have been separated. Sometimes when you two are on the same star destroyer, sex will be quick. When you two are planet-side on Coruscant, sex will be slower due to having more privacy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

           Rex is 100% up for quickies. Remember what I said about y’all being on the same star destroyer? Yeah, Rex will totally shove you into a supply closet or the empty barracks and just pound away until you come apart.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

           In the empty barracks, Rex will clamp his palm over your mouth to keep it down, but the rush of y’all being found makes the sex more exciting for the both of you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

           As a clone trooper, Rex will obviously have more stamina, but that doesn’t mean he won’t be respectful of your limits.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

           Unfortunately, Rex cannot keep any toys with him due to moving around too much, but when y’all have sex in your apartment, a vibrator sometimes makes its way into bed too~

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

           Since you and Rex have to keep your relationship low-profile, teasing in public is not really an option.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

           Rex grunt and curses at first, then he lets out quick huffs or gasps as his impending orgasm slowly erupts. These noises are usually accompanied by him quickening his thrusts against your hips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

           He secretly wants to make a baby with you… If you say yes, he’ll yeet that baby into your womb in seconds!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

           Rex is not packing in regard to length, but in girth. It’s not much, but the slight difference in girth size will leave you moaning, mouth ajar, from the sheer fullness inside your pussy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

           His sex drive is pretty average, but when he has been without sex for longer than a couple of weeks to months, his yearning for you is through the roof.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

           Y’all will both fall asleep relatively at the same time after sex, usually a few minutes after clean-up.

#captain rex x reader #captain rex #rex x reader #the clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #mywriting #myart

[newgameplus]

tagged by @yearning-hours!!!! thank u!! <3 name: clint! but i MIGHT start going by a different name as well soon.

nicknames: pickle. clart. clunt. clin’t. so many!

zodiac: virgo sun, aqua moon, cancer rising

height: 5′11-6ft

languages: english. an idea of french but not really

nationality: american..? canadian? c...canadian with american rights.

favourite season: summer summer summer. yes its hot but its so bright and beautiful all the time and the fireflies come out and the stars are out and its WARM and green and growing. summer. fall is 2nd bc of halloween and my bday.

flower: uhmmmmmmmm gladiolus. just cuz

scent: lavender, dried herbal like, yk? also lilac.

fictional character: kaito frm magic kaito.... peter nureyev frm tpp... eugenides frm queen’s thief.... (realized these are all theives) UH... link frm loz...  claude fireemblem and hedwyn pyre both just bc i want them to marry me

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolaate :notes:

average sleep: like...8-11 hrs

dogs or cats: neither rly but cats... cats....

number of blankets:  sheet, thin blanket, camp blanket, afghan, wool blanket, comforter, lil ramen blanket. 7. and then i have 5 pillows... im a cold bish

dream trip: i really like travelling but i hate.. planning it. i’d really b happy anywhere but ig i wanna go to like...greece somewhere?

blog estabilished:Sat, 19 Jan 2013 02:13:19 -0500, about 7 years ago- CHRIST thats old. (according to postlimit.com)

random fact: ......uh.... i have 200+ hours on botw

gender: demiboy, trans guy, transmasculine nb, whatver rly. some days im more dude than not, but im never a girl, and im cool w that

current time: 9:31pm, sleepy face emoji

fav music artist: augh uh. kat flint, radical face, julie fowlis, the crane wives, bears den.

stuck in my head: Painkillers by Rainbow Kitten Surprise- “i never hurt no-one and no-one will ever hurt me/ i believe i believe i believe i believe”

last movie i saw: shrug. i just rewatched dances moving does that count

last thing i googled: mermaid dance sequence lmao im playing stardew

other blogs: outsunder is my witchy sideblog.. uhh birdsongheart is my sideblog fr poetry but i dont a) rly post on it b) care that much abt dividing up my content

lucky numbers: 12. 21. 7, 9

currently wearing: old pj pants, a massive ‘take ur kid to ^safe work day’ shirt from when we did that at school (pjs) and a huge ass green sweater that goes down to my knees. i love this sweater.

dream job: i do not dream of labor. but uh. probably bookstore owner. yeah.

favourite foods: who fuckin knows man. shrimp tom yum instant noodles.

instruments: flute (u_u)v

favourite song: Chasin’ Honey by Wild Party rn!

i’m taggingggg @blakquills @interstellarvagabond @legend-ofzegend

#clint speaks #i realized earlier today that wild party is just like.. owl city but if it was pop rock ykwim #wild #anyway leo!!!! i love u!!

[lihikainanea]

idk if it’s too late for me to send a tarot hour thing bc i was asleep sksks

Name: Makenna/Makky

DOB: January 13, 1998

Tidbit: I’ve gotten a few readings from you before and we’ve spoken a few times, but I kinda wanna share a little bit of my astrological stuff? I’m a Capricorn, Libra Rising, Leo Moon.

I’d like to ask your cards about what may be in store for me. Specifically in the romance department. I know my very first tarot reading was about love but of course not too long after that life decided to roundhouse kick me in the face. So I’m wondering if things are going to change for me soon romantically?

Hi bb <3 thanks for your question!

1) Two of Swords (popped out while I was shuffling)

2) King of Pentacles

3) Queen of Pentacles

You know, it's funny. The Two of Swords popped out just initially when I was shuffling before I asked my deck any questions, so I chalked it up to clumsy shuffling and stuck it back but literally 3 seconds later it popped out again like BISH I SAID--

There are two messages that I'm getting from the cards--do you want things to change romantically for you? Think about that before answering. Think long and hard. Do you want the commitment, all the work, are you confident enough in yourself to maintain a healthy relationship, do you want the INTIMACY of it?

Or do you just want the affection, the hand holding, feeling like someone is on your side?

The Two of Swords is typically a card that encourages oneself to pull one's own head out of one's own ass. AKA--the change is there, if you want it to be there. But if you DON'T want it to change, then usually what people will do is kind of get in their own way, get all tied up all by themselves and then point a finger at the universe and blame it on that. Ain't nothing on this road to stop you but yourself pal, which is why I asked if you truly want everything that comes with a romantic change or not.

But I also ask because there's something else at the root of what you seek, and something other than a romantic change is coming your way which seems to fulfill that void for you, gives you the feeling and the satisfaction you've been looking for, and it's not necessarily romantic love. It looks like love for sure, but of another kind. It has a tinge of a bit of glamour, the finer things in life, success and stability and fulfillment in other far more concrete ways.

I'm kind of side-eyeing the King of Pentacles here, for a few reasons. I like this dude. He's Daddy. He works long hours, he works hard, he is wise and responsible. He makes good choices. But sometimes that's tiring, and after working long and hard, the King of Pentacles yearns for a little reprieve, a little indulgence, a time when we can stop feeling so responsible for everything all the time and just have a little ill-advised fun. The King of Pentacles is not mayhem in the way that, say, the Five of Swords is--that shit is whack. But rather, the King of Pentacles just reminds us that eschewing responsibility, indulging in our craziest desires, letting our hair down for awhile and letting go of our reins doesn't do any harm to anyone. This is the kind of energy that's coming for you, boo. That reprieve, that harmless fun that doesn't come with any consequences, the good time that you're long overdue for.

If that's a romantic change for you, then yes, that's what on its way. But there are no Cup suits here--the suit of the heart--and there are only Pentacles, which is why I'm thinking that you're going to get the feeling that you're looking for, but not from the source to which you're looking to get it from. It's coming to me as more of a really incredible partnership, maybe one that develops into love, but there's such a solid foundation here--the King and his Queen, right there in front of you--that speaks of success, of skill, of value and money and physical pleasures that I don't think it'll be love right from the get go.

That Queen of Pentacles--I love dat bish. She is the beauty that comes from talent and skill, the stability of a comfort life in balance, filled with everything you love and enjoy. She is contentment, fulfillment, satisfaction.

Something very good is going your way. It may not be what you seek, but be open to it--because in the end, it'll give you the feeling that you're looking for, ten fold.

<3

#Lei does tarot

[star-bage]

Starco fic (this is cancer u've been warned)

Once upon a time, Jackie and Marco were dating. They loved to talk to eAch other, hold hands, smooch, whatever couples usually do idunno

One day, Jackie took it upon herself to break of the relationship. Why? Cuz PLOT DEVICE HELLO GUYSS Anyway so she took Marco to the bench where they had their first kiss and told him that she didn’t feel thT things were workin out.

Marco gasped in dismay and felt he would faint, his gut dropped to his toes, idk dramatic much and he cried out “WHYYY?!”

So Jackie said “dude ur just really sweaty whenever we hold hands im just not about that life yknow. I nedd a guy with clean, nonsweaty hands who understands me for who i am”

Marco shook his head, hoping thT his hearing was betrayin him “jackie look i promise i can change!!! i’LL BE LESS SWEATY!!! GIVE ME A CHANCE!!”

Jackie smiled forlornly before patting his shoulder platonically, officially securing the end of their short term rel8tshionsjeep. “I gotta go my own way Marco” (Yowch marco u goof’d up$)(that was a hsm2 ref btw if yall didnt catch that)

The hoodie wearing latino hung his head in defeat, fighting back the tears in his eyeballz “ok im.. Im sorry i couldn’t be better. I hope u find someone whos good for you.”

Jackie nodded. “It won’t be that hard.” She said, her voice as sweet as sugarcane.

‘Tf is that supposed to mean’ Marco thought as they parted ways.

——–———–

Star was using the computer, browsing through Marco’s web history. She honestly hadn’t used technology other than a cell phone since she arrived on earth, so working with an entirely different device at her fingertips was…strange, to say the least.

She didn’t share that many interests with Marco, which was evident when she found herself flipping through page after page of fanfiction she didn’t understand. She had tried to give at least one a chance, settling for skimming the few first lines of a story titled “I Kissed a Ninja” but it hadn’t piqued her attention in the slightest.

It sounded like something a boy in his early teens had written on a whim. Which was lame.

Anywho, way, what, how, Star clicked on.

Marco slammed the door open at that precise moment, tears streaming down his cheeks at 50mph as he threw himself onto the bed of his room. Oh the pain! Sheer agony flooded through his veins as he clawed at his own sheets, taking them as a mere substitute of the girl he yearned for, the girl he wanted in his arms (ugh i hate fanfiction anyway-)

“Marco chill out what is ur problem cant u see im looking thru ur browser history@” star yekled, before smashing her fingers onto the keyboard. Why? Why did he keep doing this to her? Didn’t he understand how much pain she was going through too? For a whole year, she’d seen her closest friends make out, hold hands, hug, and have the blood moon shine on them! She had to endure all of the suffering, lock it away deep within her heart, and smile when on the inside she wuz screaming.

“Wait–WHAT?!” Marco shot up from his bed, eyes wide as snowglobes.

“What?”

“WHAT U BISH U DIDNT” Marco threw the covers off of his body and leaped over to the computer.

“U—” his breathing grew as sharp as razORS (edgy), spiraling out of control at the sight of his privacy being tainted before him.

“HOW CUldd THIS HAPPEn TO ME?!!! I MADE MY miSTAKES– (marco shut up) DUDE SERIOUSLY THO WHY R U LOOKING AT MY BROSEER HISTORY?!!”

Star lifted her shoulders before eyeing him skeptically, confused at his reactjon ohbforget it im not even gonna try to make this sound coherent anymore im literally just trying to make this fic as ridicukous as possble ok so donT HUDGE U PREPS!!!)

“Marco what is even the prob u know i always disrespect u like that one time i wanted u to biy me that banagic wand garbage like that episode was really dumb remember that”

Marco tore at his own hair and considered ripping his spleen off “omfg star FORGET BANAGIC, WHAT DID U SEE?!!”

“I saw fanficion of that ninjago show u always rave on about like really marco u have such bad taste” star rolled her eyes and displayed the fanfic page to him before giving him the stinkeye (lmao stinkeye)

Marco could feel his lungs collect air again and he breathed out a huge whoooosh of relief blc he was saved. Star had not seen the wORST of his browser history! (Yes we were born to look at web HISTORY! Biiing boong boong we’ll make it happen we’ll turn it around ye we were born to look at marcos web historY)

Ok i forgot where i was going with this welp also charlie wanted to see it so its not my fault aight

EDIT::: Star leaned against her chair, arms folded across her chest. “So, what’s up with you?” She grumbled, as Marco took control of the mouse.

He logged out of his account before turning to face Star again. “What do you mean?”

Star closed her eyes. “Well, you’re crying right? What’s wrong?”

Marco wiped the liquid (this is how u DONT write folks) off of his skin and sniffed. “Nothin.” And his eyes looked distant and far off even though he was just looking at the cactus through his window.

Star sighed. “Cmon. Tell me whats really goin on, bub.”

Marco groaned. “Do i have to”

“You’re obligated to as my best friend in this universe so i can comfort you and fulfill the fate we were given by some dumb fucking moon in space that really shouldn’t be of any relevance to us but because of svtfoe’s lore and foreshadowing or some shit we’re destined to be together in the end so like i think ur gonna be the king of mewni. And u gotta tell me wuts on ur moind”

Marco exhaled. “Fine.”

so he told her and they made out while marco cried (kinda like cho chang did to harry potter in the order of the phoenix except marco and star actually become a real item because idfk svtfoe likes soul bondage or whatever the fuckin end hmm)

#mod crim(e)

[vivaciousyellow]

y: kitchen and kokoro

dear victoria,

first of all, i’d like to apologise with much much embarrassment for how late this post came in after i’d been the one to insist on deadline like almost a month ago l o l at me

second, i love love love how you described kitchen. it’s exactly how i felt and honestly i’m so weak against the pure sentimentality that the narrator exuded through that exact kind of simple but profound style you described. the book just made me feel really nostalgic - the kind of indulgent, unproductive feeling to which i feel particularly susceptible. i wish i wrote some quotes down but just the way she expressed what home meant to her was so powerful: what she saw in different kitchens, what they told her about the residents of the house, the comfort they gave her... it made me realise more concretely what and how much home means to me.

but also omGGG victoria!!! i’m so sorry you were stuck in the cold ass fucking rain for that - and that we didn’t even make it in to burlesque to maybe take your mind off of it for the rest of night. i’m glad your mom and grandma (fuck drivers) are okay tho. and i hope your uncle is doing okay.

i’ve been trying to improve my relationship with death. i mean i’ve been pretty shielded from it but the threatening blips of its presence which have shown up on my radar and the visceral reaction they elicit suggest that i need to work on it. especially when i find my thoughts trailing over to my parents dying or getting hurt and that’s always Not Fun. especially since i’m supposedly going to Japan for an extended period of time soon. especially because my mom has all these recently accumulating physical problems that have started increasingly encroaching on her quality of life in small but significant ways, and my dad’s always so reckless, his heart is forever 21 but sometimes i feel like his mind turns forever 21 as well, and my sister. oh my sister.  

it’s amazing to me how…aggressively?? nuclear our family is. it's a product of being an immigrant family etc. etc. but as the second generation, i used to always panic that i wasn’t going to cry when second degree relatives die. then i turned 22 and suddenly im crying at most things so guess that’s not so much a concern anymore. wellp.

but yeah it’s funny to reminisce about my ~ younger days ~ when i only ever hung out with my parents and sister. they're still my everything, but definitely learning and practicing to make more meaningful connections with friends since getting into college has also been a lot, a lot of learning how to be with other people, and of learning how to go easier on myself. uhmm like crying: i’ve learned to reframe it as not something to let build up out of anxiety, just to explode out of my control then try to stop out of panic but an opportunity to willfully let feelings go and check in with myself and others. idk. basically forming intimate relationships with people is wild and y’all make me wildly feel. Personal Growth and all that shit. (gotta pat myself on the back whenever i don’t actually act like a 10 year old.)

which, segue into the books, has made reading them such a likewise affective experience. (this might be kind of spoilers?? but the plot is pretty simple, and i wouldn’t be able to spoil, like, tone and style of writing if i tried) Kokoro’s plot is loosely similar to kitchen in that it also follows the protagonist’s relationship with someone who became like family. and similarly, that person reappears in the protagonist’s life through a letter.

letters are so weird. y’know? like a physical manifestation, a snapshot of someone’s emotions in the moment. and even just the act of putting into words, feelings. i wish i studied linguistics in college, is another regret i’ve discovered. But also like once you’ve committed to writing something that’s immediately open to interpretation no matter your intention once it leaves your hand feels like a lot of responsibility - to have chosen the right words out of literal millions to perform for you whatever things you want to convey - and expectation, that the other person will understand correctly and empathize. oh! and most importantly, the hope that they’ll respond. the protagonist says during the middle part of the book that “[t]his was why i wrote letters: i hoped for a response” (88). which is so depressing. when feelings and yearnings aren’t reciprocated. which is what ghosting is i guess. actually just human connection in general. lmao i’m really just tryna get down to the really simple and obvious things in life but bear with this slow-learning bish over here.

chapter 56 particularly struck me. when the sensei frames his past, his experiences, as “personal property” to leave in the care of the protagonist (123). recently, my grandparents came to visit, and my grandma kept emphasizing that she had so many things to say to us. stories and lessons she felt incredibly compelled to pass on as soon as possible, that needed to leave her mouth unto my ears. tbh it felt a little foreboding as the recipient of this kind of energy and anxiety. energetic anxiety ? and my mom’s been talking to me a lot more often about… surviving, I guess is the word - so i don’t take so long to realize these Life Lessons. Because this is the property she’s accrued growing up, immigrating, living; property that her parents didn’t have but she can now pass on to me. i feel like there’s some sort of American Dream, capitalist metaphor/critique that can truly flourish with this idea, but I’ll leave it at this clumsy dip into the figurative waters here.

biggest takeaway of all the things my mom and grandma (and I say this endearingly) nag to me about, is 动手动脑. and, best example is this four weeks late post, but i definitely have performance anxiety and can’t get my authorial penis up when I need to, which is something i need to work on… instead of counting on myself to pull out insightful rambles a la every finals week 24 hours before the final paper is due, i should probably take notes and outline for next time. after all, there are no deadlines to inspire to sit my ass down and fight the figurative pins and needles to write when it comes to telling your own story and just thinking for the sake of thinking… 

but yeah!!! next up is a personal matter, kenzaburo oe.

much love (and chagrin @me),

ying

#why am i like this #please stop me #natsume soseki #kokoro #japanese literature #semi coherent thoughts #ying #i will be better #how do i add a read more #omg