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My Thoughts....
My Thoughts....
I heard they MAY or may NOT feature Cal Kestis in the season 2 of the Ahsoka show...cuz they said the timeline will fit within Cal's...I'm hoping for a live action cuz good LOWARD y'all will hear me SCREAMMMM!


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A Mini Smut Dagan Gera Drabble!

(SHORT!)
(I made this cuz my hormones are raging right now!)
(First-person!)
(Dagan Gera X Fem Reader)
Rating: R for…Sexuality involving cum licking, bodily play but sort of fluffy in the end!
Dagan knows when he wants to become intimate with me and have our little “moment”. I could see the look of it in his icy blue eyes. He’ll either ask me if I want it to be fast or slow, easy or rough. Since I’m having a tough day, I would tell him to go easy.
I would reach into his pants to play with his cock…and he would do the same, feeling his finger circling around on my clit, which makes my whole body fill with pleasure…Dagan is MOANING into my mouth as he rubs my clit faster. I do the same, rubbing his tip as I start to feel some type of wetness from him.
Is he CUMING in my hands??? I start to moan too, feeling my body start to tense up from this orgasm forming as Dagan does cum in my hand. I can feel the warm liquid pooling onto my fingers as Dagan pulls away from my lips, breathing heavily, as more of his cum pools out, his body shaking as his breathless moans rang in my ear from the orgasm he’s having.
I too orgasm, gasping at the feeling of his finger rapidly sliding up and down on my clit. We’re both breathing heavily now as I pull my hand out from his pants, seeing his cum on my fingers. I take notice the color of it, not being the normal color of human cum. It had a light blue tint to it.
Dagan looks to me, a small sly smile forming on his lips. He pulls his hand out from my pants as well, seeing my own wetness on his fingers as he takes a lick. I couldn’t help but cringe slightly. He signals me to take a lick on his cum as I slowly bring my fingers to my mouth.
It had no taste, but I see Dagan’s sly smile grow as he nods in approval, licking rest of my wetness off his fingers. He then leans into me. “Well? How do I taste?”, he whispers. My butterflies tingle as I chuckle nervously. “Umm…good…what about me?”, Dagan chuckles as well. “Delicious…”, He kisses me slowly on my lips before pulling away. I can’t help but smile at him.
Afterwards we clean up after each other, making sure we both are clean and okay. We would then cuddle up in his bed, both of us falling asleep to each other’s breathing. This would be a fun moment for both of us to remember by, with it always making my butterflies flutter, knowing Dagan wants me and has me to keep in his heart forever.
The End! ❤️
Sorry for the blunt ending!
If I ever got invited to the Met Gala...my dream dress would be almost like a princess design with a long train...and the train would have silver-colored butterflies on it...I don't know this is dream not reality...

Maybe also glow in the dark???

My hair would be long as well...I would add extensions...

Me when I do caffeine...






Apparently, I'm sensitive to caffeine...😔😅
AH! Beautiful...🤩
How the hell do I stomach this.
How the hell am I supposed to exist and act as if it isn’t hellacious: being unmade and rebirthed a thousand times over. Suffering as I am cracked apart and rearranged by every foul thing that befalls me.
To live is to be changed. To live is to be changed.
But what if that change is ugly, and grotesque. I am not a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis. This is not some peaceful slumber I dissolve into and awake from.
I cannot help but scream when some new discomfort reaches into my brain and uncovers primordial, instinctual horrors. I cannot help but become undone when it is too much and I am too small and too frail and I do not think I can survive this again, I don’t think I can survive any more, please, please, not again. And I cannot help but horrify those closest to me, who must wonder “what is wrong with you?” and I cannot explain for I do not know. I know only that I am suffering and I would give anything for their love and compassion through it, but who could give it to a monster.
I am afraid too, after all.
How can one not live in fear of what they’ve done, who they are. And no matter who you think you’ve made yourself to be, it will collapse out from under you when you’re pierced in the place your mother held you when you drowned for the first time.
I am not a person, I am a dozen corpses.
I am not a butterfly, I am a thousand dead caterpillars. I never become something beautiful, and I never truly get better.
Okay so I would LOVE to request something. If you’re still doing alt angles could you do maybe some alt angle(s) with Bode betraying and killing Eno Cordova. If you haven’t done it already, then I thank you! ❤️

So I have this photo 😭 And while I've filmed a few angles of this scene, I'm not sure if I have that specific moment or not. If I do, I'll add it to the list