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mmikmmik2 · 1 year

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One of my favorite stories is @featherquillpen's (Poetry's) Daemorphing series, a daemon AU retelling of the Animorphs series. It's a wonderful (though often painful) scifi series with a lot of insightful writing about many topics, but especially anti-imperialism.

One of the earlier stories in Daemorphing contains a really lovely simile. I keep rotating it in my head and there is a really remarkable depth of meaning in this one piece of imagery. I wanted to break it down a little as a case study of how meaningful symbolism can be in prose. This feels especially relevant to me at the moment since there's been a bit of discussion on Tumblr recently about visualization during reading - I don't imagine any sights or sounds at all when reading unless I pause and purposefully try, so I really appreciate descriptive writing that has functions beyond communicating a mental image to the reader. (The imagery is purely metaphorical in this case, but imagery is capable of being both metaphorical and literal.)

My favorite simile appears in Seeing in Color, a retelling of Animorphs #19: The Departure. The most prominent antagonists in Animorphs are Yeerks: sluglike aliens that can climb into people's brains, read their minds, and control their bodies. The Yeerk Empire is using these capabilities to mount a secret invasion of Earth. Seeing in Color/The Departure is mostly about one of the Yeerks, Aftran, who believes humans can only be her enemy but is reaching a breaking point with the evil empire she has been raised in. At the climax of the story, the Animorph Cassie defies her teammates and allows Aftran to climb into her brain as a desperate attempt to make peace with at least one Yeerk.

And then this happens:

«Why did you do it?» I demanded as I demorphed. [...]

Cassie didn't even try to hide her emotions from me. She offered them up like a bouquet. «Because I'm sick of hurting people. I just wanted it to stop.»

«Sick of hurting people,» I said, lingering over each emotion: weariness, desperation, empathy for me. «Does that mean I'm a person?»

She offered them up like a bouquet. There is SO much meaning in this.

First, on the simplest level: bouquets are good things! When Aftran's narration uses a word with such positive connotations, it implies she likes the thing she's talking about. Cassie's feelings aren't burdensome or gross or pathetic, they're a nice present.

Thinking about what a bouquet looks like, this also gives me an idea of what Cassie is feeling. Bouquets are complicated and have a lot of different flowers, but they're designed so every element is visible at once and they make a harmonious whole. Cassie's feeling a lot of different things, but they're all part of one coherent picture. She's not conflicted or confused about what she just did or why she did it.

I believe this also gives a hint about Cassie's state of mind when presenting her emotions to Aftran (something Aftran would be fully aware of, at the moment). Gift-giving, especially of something a little special like a bouquet, is generally a relatively deliberate and premeditated action. Cassie isn't thinking things through here, but she's not completely given in to desperation - she's still acting with intention, the part of her brain that's perceptive and even manipulative is still turned on.

The last thing I wanted to touch on - the bouquet simile ties into the main point of Seeing in Color, a critique of imperialism and ableism that is important to Aftran's character and to the Daemorphing story of Yeerks. Poetry writes Yeerk characters as frequently disparaging their own bodies and capabilities with words like "blind", talking like they've been unfairly denied the sensorium of other beings and they're owed the experience (via slavery). But it rapidly becomes obvious in Aftran's story, and in the stories of other sympathetic Yeerks, that sight (and hearing, and smelling, and so on) isn't what Yeerks are really lacking. They're desperate for connection and mutual understanding. They're desperate to enjoy beauty and meaning. Human sight isn't better than Yeerk sonar, but a sighted human on Earth can look at the beloved flora and fauna of their homeworld or the face of a loved one, and a Yeerk on Earth that's not in a host brain can only direct their sonar towards a miserable artificial sludge pit full of fascist narcs.

Aftran comparing Cassie's feelings to a bouquet ties in to this narrative thread. Bouquets are a great pleasure to see, smell, and touch. Cassie's feelings freely given (shocking enough that Aftran takes note of it - "didn't even try to hide" - even after Cassie deliberately let Aftran into her brain) are as precious as anything Aftran could experience through Cassie's senses.

#i suspect some or all of this was intended by poetry #but even if i'm seeing something that wasn't intentional (or even that contradicts what poetry was trying to say!)#that reading of the text still means something #i wanted to write something about the ambiguous romantic subtext of a bouquet too #but i couldn't figure out how to say what i wanted to say without explaining isking which. i gotta draw the word count line somewhere.#long post #daemorphing

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givemetherapyimawritingtravesty · 2 years

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Remus / Regulus post moon hurt comfort send tweet.

#remus lupin x regulus black #if i canr find it imma write it #imma write it anyway #remus lupin #regulus black #idk if its an au or reg is also an animagnus or what #animagus?#isk im too dyslexia for that word

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trixstriforce · 2 years

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link is either fluent in multiple langues including ones w/ a ridiculous bar to entry/very obscure and dying OR link is mute/selectively mute and primarily uses sign there is 0 in-between thank u

#loz #link #i have hc for what langueses the linsk knwo i need to write thsoe down in ym doc soon #the 'common' equivalnt in the loz world is Mudoran #aka the langue of the gods and the unvirersal langue of the races #each race and country have their own langue minus hylrue itself #bc hyrule is technily a union of kingdoms so no hyrulean lnague besides the one for hylians #other countrys like Holodrum #are smaller so have their own langue to unite the ppl #isk why its 2 seprate tags lol #trix posts #headcanon jabber #if u dont hc at elast 1 link is mute i judge u hard #bc at the very LEAST hyrule warriors link is canonly mute and does NOT speak #id argue its erasure of a characters disability :/

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thelastsirenssong · 2 years

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When I tell you I had the most big fucking brain dream ohmygod my subconscious hasn't done me this good in years

#witcher Bakugou #y'all I haven't SEEN the witcher or even thought about it in ages isk how my brain did this #idk* whatever you get the idea #it's sOOO GOOD IT'S SO GOOD!?!?!?#you and a group of sorcerers answer a housecall for weird goings on at an abandoned house #and a witcher shows up (Bakugou) and is like ??? fuck y'all doing here you're gonna get murke #MURKED lmao my bad #and you do a couple of your friends get murked (I'm thinking class 1b)#cuz in the dream they were just randos LMAO but #but it's gOOD IT'S GOOOD AT ONE POINT #Bakugou was just atraight up making a weapon out of fucking house material and you're all like what the FUCK is he doing #you find out later :)#but he's so hot in it ohmygod #and by that i just mean very quiet and gruff LMFAO #you don't like him at first buuut I mean heeee maybe saves you life and you're like okay this dude??? maybe not half baf #BAD* fuck I just woke up LMAO #had to write it down pronto #ANYWAY lmao let's see if I write it #bc the problem with me is I never finish fics bc I don't have the entire plot worked out so I get stuck #but my brain did me such a favor just thinking of the whole thing for me IAJFKWJFJ #so we'll see this should be fun

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kermitmentality · 2 years

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me tryna write this for my resume and not knowing what to write.. somehow this got here but i have a feeling i should submit this ejhrfbnkrfjhbg

#but fr isk what to write and its due sooooon aaaa

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shall-we-die · 8 months

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{Happy 100+}

Thank you for all the support and love you have given to me & my blog. I was happily writing every post during all these days ❤

📍Requests for this list are closed.

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↬[Fandom(s)]•⊰ {Obey Me! || Moriarty the Patriot || Jujutsu Kaisen || Bungou Stray Dogs}࿐

↬[Warnings]•⊰ {NSFW... so yeah, MDNI}࿐

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[A]ftercare: What they're like after sex?

⇒ [Obey me!]: Diavolo (💋)

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[B]ody Part: Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's?

⇒ [Obey me!]: Lucifer (💋)

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[C]um: Anything to do with cum?

⇒ [Obey me!]: Simeon (💋)

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[D]irty Secret

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]: Geto (💋)

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[E]xperience: How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]: Sukuna (💋)

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[F]avorite Position

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]: Sherlock (💋)

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[G]oofy: Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]: Atsushi (💋)

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[H]air: How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]: Yuji (💋)

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[I]ntimacy: How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]: William (💋)

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[J]ack Off: Masturbation headcanon

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]: Tetchou (💋)

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[K]ink: One or more of their kinks.

⇒ [Obey me!]: Solomon (💋)

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[L]ocation: Favorite places to do the do.

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]: Nanami (💋)

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[M]otivation: What turns them on, gets them going?

⇒ [Obey me!]: Satan (💋)

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[N]O: Something they wouldn't do, turn offs

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]: Chuuya (💋)

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[O]ral: Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]: Dazai (💋)

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[P]ace: Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?...

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]: Albert (💋)

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[Q]uickie: Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]: Jouno (💋)

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[R]isk: Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]: Fyodor (💋)

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[S]tamina: How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...

⇒ [Obey me!]: Barbatos (💋)

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[T]oys: Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]: Sebastian (💋)

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[U]nfair: How much they like to tease?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]: Gojo (💋)

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[V]olume: How loud they are,what sounds they make?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]: Louis (💋)

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[W]ild Card: Random headcanon

⇒ [Obey me!]: Mammon (💋)

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[X]-Ray: Let's see what's going on in those pants.

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]: Megumi (💋)

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[Y]earning: How high is their sex drive?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]: Inumaki (💋)

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[Z]ZZ: how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]: Akutagawa (💋)

#𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆–[💋]#𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝–[📕]#𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜–[🍬]#obey me x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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snowcollector · 4 months

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CARLYRAEJEPSANS is a proshipper who lies about it, ships char(asriel and is mutuals with popular UTDR in(cest shippers, necrophil(ia fic posters, UTDR ra(pe fic posters, sh(otacons and groomers

readmore for triggering content since people requested it after my last callout

first of all carlyraejepsans posted this on their good omens blog which shows that they think anticest people on their utdr blog are basically stupid children and they talk about having a nec(rophilia/corpsef**cking mutual

and as you can see in the first few screenshots they HATE people who are against in(cest fic. they're also friends with imptwins who they used to have blocked for making under(age UTDR art

but now they're friends again.

IMPTWINS makes r(ape fic of S(uselle (drugging and r(aping her) and carlyraejepsans used to have them blocked for their reputation but doesn't care anymore and unblocked them but they definitely know about it

imptwins also admitted to committing actual se(xual assault against real people and downplayed it by saying it's just what all teens do.

despite Imptwins admitting to se(xually assaulting multiple people carlyrae has defended this and changed the story so it was just one person in a bad relationship imptwins se(xually assaulted and then threatened to beat people to death for bringing it up

imptwins and kimberlyeab made friends with a minor who read their s(mut (like the Suselle drugging/ra(ping fic they advertised in the main UTDR tags with no content filters so it can't be blocked or filtered) and invited the minor into their private discord servers and sent the minor into my askbox to defend them and "prove" they aren't being groomed.

carlyraepesans is also mutuals with wordbending who is a sh(otacon

who is a supporter of kimberlyeab and wordbending loves in(cest, as you can see here

wordbending also makes in(cest fic of underage UTDR characters including char(isk s(mut which carlyraejepsans reads because it's aged up and they think aged up Frisk is hot

they also think it's okay to se(xualize the kid characters and age them up to do it

(this was about flowey/asriel but they use it to excuse them reading "aged up" sm(ut of charisk and finding frisk attractive)

carlyraejepsans is a big supporter of fictional in(cests and thinks toby fox is too

they interact with people who have proship DNI because they don't care.

they unfollowed Ish_Bruhh after they made a callout post for Zixzs (who makes in(cest porn of Kris/Toriel) but they used to follow them

and they support kimberlyeab who lies about their age and intercts with a 15 year old who reads their utdr ns(fw content and blocked me for telling them kimberlyeab was a groomer (proof post here) and liked this tweet AFTER I showed them proof kimberlyeab was a groomer

they also ship char(asriel which is an in(cest ship

they also lied about having the tag blocked because they often reblog art that open tagged ch(asriel which they wouldn't see if they had the tag blocked

this was reblogged from their mutual wordbending who again writes s(mut of them char(isk and char(asriel and likes sh(otacon

carlyrae pretends the reason they don't interact with wordbending anymore is because of the sh(otacon thing but it's actually just because wordbending got banned, imptwins also retweens lol(isho and carlyrae is still friends with imptwins.

carlyraejepsans knows about what these people do and says that who they interact with is none of my business even though they're admitted pe(dophiles who have committed irl se(xual assault

so if you're wondering why they blocked you for no reason it's probably because you're against in(cest and und(ragefic and sh(otacon and all their friends and mutuals are into it but they're hiding it from the public for their reputation so they can keep following people with proship DNI in their profiles

#sans undertale #safeutdr #undertale #deltarune #safe utdr #safedr #sateut #carlyraejepsans #sans #utdr #w.d. gaster #wd gaster #gaster

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tally-kiza · 3 months

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Joker (2019) Smut Alphabet

A/N: Long overdue, by request, a smut alphabet specifically for Joker (+ Reader). He’s somewhat different from how Arthur used to be, but perhaps not as much as you may think. (I write this 10 months after my first smut alphabet for Arthur, so my interpretation for him has definitely changed. Apologies for any inconsistencies.)

Words: 3334

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm for R(isk) and T(oys).

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

Joker is frankly clueless about aftercare. He’s not doting after sex, but he’ll light a cigarette and clean himself off. Even for his first few times, he’ll never seem clingy or particularly cuddly afterwards, but you can tell he’s emotionally affected by the way he holds you to his chest. While he puffs away, he’ll reverently caress you, your arms, back, hair, anywhere he can. Kisses are pressed to the crown of your head. Sweet pillow talk is domestic, schmaltzy. Joker never thought he would have anything like it. Black moods turn white, heavy heart turns light. A genuine loving smile lights up his face; gone are all cruel smirks and strained grins.

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

Firstly, he has no favorite part of himself. Despite the grandiosity in which he views himself and the way he craves adulation, Joker still doesn’t like himself. He views his body with a neutrality thickly blanketed with disdain. If pressed on it, he does like his hair. Once chocolate brown, now forest green, he’s always taken good care of it.

On his partner, how can he choose? Naturally, Joker is drawn to your smile. But he's addicted to your body,the softness of your skin, the way you feel in his arms. Admittedly though... his eyes do linger on your legs every time you walk away. His hands automatically find them during sex. Your calves are caressed, thighs are gripped, legs wrapped around his hips as he pistons into you.

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

Thick and grey-ish white. Arthur has never tasted it, never even thought to try. Joker got the urge for it, just once. In the shower, after getting home from the hospital, still exhilarated from the new sense of freedom he felt with Penny dead. He spills in his hand, and licks his fingers clean before sprinkling water from the showerhead can rinse it away. The taste was foul and made him recoil. He’s never tried it since.

Joker loves seeing you covered in his cum though. Thrill runs through him when his cum paints your chest or face white, or when he watches his cum leak out of your hole and down your thighs after making love.

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

He’s stolen your underwear before. Remorse is unknown to him; if you discover it, he’ll only giggle and give you a teasing smile. It was easy, a quick swipe from your drawers when you were in the other room. When he’s all alone and you’re not around to pleasure him like he craves, Joker will touch himself to it. His left hand wraps around his cock, stroking and rubbing in a way so unlike your gentle touch. It makes him miss you all the more. While his right hand holds your underwear so tenderly. Thumb stroking the fabric, he pictures you wearing it. Wearing it for him. Thoughts of fucking you while you wear it fill his head, and his jerking fist becomes more frantic. When he finishes, he’s careful not to let his come get on it.

He keeps it stuffed in his suit pocket, treasured, bringing him selfish comfort.

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

Of course, Arthur is a virgin. He’s never even kissed anyone, before Dr. Sally. She was the one who taught him anything relevant he knew about sex. Before he became Joker, Arthur would sometimes watch her segments on Live! With Murray Franklin. Every time she was on, he was engrossed. No one else had ever talked about sex with such openness and professionality. It intrigued him, left him burning with questions and not enough answers. It wasn’t often that Arthur was able to listen to Dr. Sally’s radio show; it was on during the day and humiliation would swallow him up if Penny ever noticed what he was listening to. But while she napped on the odd day Arthur was home from work, he listened. He never took notes―it wasn’t like he had anyone to take notes for. But his burning curiosity compelled him.

She spoke of many things and though he listened, there was still so much Arthur didn’t understand.

Until you.

Everything he had heard Dr. Sally discuss, Joker remembered. Despite having no experience, he tried. He didn’t feel as much like a teenager fumbling around in the dark with you for the first time―eagerness spurred him, confidence filled him. Of course, as a virgin, he fumbles. Squeezes his lover’s breast too hard, forgets to pay attention to the clit, and of course, comes early. With every slip-up, his ego and bravado slip away. Just an adoring, hungry man left in its place.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything intimate will have a special place in his heart. Making love while spooning, missionary with his cock kissing your deepest places. He’s still a romantic deep down. But it’s also very common for Joker to werewolf and go wild. He’ll bend you over the back of the couch, pump into you pressed against a wall, fuck you on the kitchen countertops, the floor... the list goes on.

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

Definitely more serious. Before his revelation in identity, when he was only Arthur, on occasion he may have been a little playful during intimacy. A cute Carnival-esque joke would bring a smile to your face, making Arthur’s affections and tenderness soar. But as Joker of course, his tender heart falls away. During sex, he stares at you like he’s dissecting you, like he wants to eat you alive. He’ll smile but there’s nothing goofy about it. It’s ravenous. But rarely, he’ll whisper a naughty joke in your ear―Joker will always crave your grin and giggles.

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

Shaving or trimming his pubic hair is not a thought that has ever entered Arthur’s mind. His wiry patch of curls is thick and wild. ...And quite green. Dyeing his hair in the bathroom, a joyless grin pulled at him as he had massaged dye into his patch below.

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

He’s always been a romantic at heart. Nothing can change that. Joker may get a little rough, but he craves intimacy and tenderness, a smoldering romance like the ones from his favorite films. Perhaps you won’t find him lighting candles and spreading rose petals, but his romance shows in other ways. It’s in the way he presses you to his chest in a tender embrace. In the way he kisses you with his entire body. In the way his cruel mask falls away from your kisses to reveal the sad, lonely man underneath, waiting for love and care. Love he finds in your arms. The strength of how he cherishes you is evident in your every moment of making love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With a lover, Joker would not masturbate very much at all. Without his medications diminishing his libido, he gets aroused more easily than he used to. But when arousal stirs in his groin, he doesn’t wait till he’s in the shower to stroke his girthy cock to completion, as he used to. He turns to you instead. The thought of his own hand wrapped around his member disinterests him; of your walls, tight and hot and wet, excites. He would strongly prefer to make love to you instead of masturbating. Of course, if you’re not around, he’ll have no choice. But he won’t hesitate to slip his left hand into his pants and palm his cock. Filthy fantasies quickly fill his mind. He has a hundred of them, and more. Lascivious thoughts of being worshiped by you and your tongue. Your mouth adoring his member, your gentle fingers revering his testicles, your lips whispering devotion into his ears. He finishes dreaming of the two of you coming together, with a smile on his face. Dissatisfaction sets in quickly, without you by his side to join his pleasure.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Naturally, he has a huge praise kink. Whether its gentle words whispered into his ears, telling him how well he’s fucking you, or desperate pleads to come spurring him on, or even just moaning his name, it feeds his soul as well as his arousal. Joker, Arthur, has been starved for affection his whole life. He craves any and all affection during intimacy, no matter how rough the pace is. It will bring him ever closer to the edge of finishing. And leave him curling around you tighter at the end of the night when it’s time for bed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Joker is not as vanilla as he used to be. Arthur was most comfortable in the bedroom, though when passion inflamed, he would occasionally take you anywhere in the apartment. His desperation to be inside you was too great. But never in public would he make love to you. Joker is not much different. He’ll fuck you on any surface of your shared home, though his inhibitions for public sex are lowered. Bold caresses in a crowded subway car, risky intimate touches in plain view of security cameras at Arkham. But Joker will never fully make love to you in these public spots. Your body is a precious sight for his eyes, and his only.

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

Stroking his ego arouses him as much as stroking his cock. Paying personal attention to him, giving him sweet affection and compliments can easily make him hungry for more. Especially when you laugh at his jokes. It’s the highest compliment, the most tender praise. The melody of your laughter makes his heart flutter and may rouse his erection.

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

Anything to do with calling him daddy in bed. It’s 1981; that trend isn’t exactly a popular thing yet. It bewilders and of course, upsets him, because of his history.

Joker could never tolerate degradation or humiliation in the bedroom, either. More than anything, he hates rudeness, and this does not change with a partner. It would be taken as a betrayal, if anything. You’re Joker’s perfect person. He adores you. Being called something hurtful would instantly upset him and send him right back to feeling like Arthur again: small and weak, laughing uncomfortably through internal agony. He would lash out, and it won’t be the easiest to reconcile with him.

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

Joker is addicted to the sensation of your lips wrapped around his cock. It makes him feel powerful, worshiped, in control for once. He stares down at you while he holds your head and guides you deeper on his length. When his expression isn’t stony, his smile is intoxicated, eyes red with emotion. There’s no greater thrill for him.

Performing oral on his partner makes him almost as drunk on power and control. Joker is very much a novice, of course. The first few times he tries to eat you out, he can’t make you finish. It confuses him and makes him feel inadequate. As a result, he avoids it for a time. He’s a little pouty when you try to guide him and show him exactly how you like him to lick you. But quickly, Joker discovers how responsive you can truly be. Your moans, whimpers, and whines become the sweet music that lives in his soul. And knowing that only he can make you feel like this, only he can taste you this way feeds his ego in the best way.

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

Joker is just as likely to rut into you, with quick snapping hips, as he is to lay you down in bed and make love to you with his entire body. Perhaps sensual lovemaking even moreso. At heart, he’s still just Arthur. All he’s ever yearned for is his one and only, his soulmate. He may be Joker but he would still love you tenderly. His favorite intimate nights with you are the romantic ones, the ones that start with a moonlit date before you retire to the bedroom. Clothes are removed leisurely, hands pleasure each other, moans sighed into each others’ mouths as he finishes inside you.

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

Oh, he is not averse to a 5-minute thrill. When he’s in a rush, it excites him. Though he cherishes the intimacy of a romantic night of making love, Joker has the sharpest gleam in his green eyes when he’s in the mood for a quickie. He eyes you like you’re his last meal. He’ll pull his cock just out of his trousers, push aside your underwear, and fuck into you until you’re feeling sore and used. He cums quickly every time, buzzing from the dirtiness of a quickie, before getting on his knees to finish you with his tongue or sturdy fingers. Afterwards, Joker waltzes away with a spring in his step and the naughtiest smile, every time.

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

Assuming risk here means doing inherently dangerous sexual acts, along the lines of asphyxiation or playing with weapons, then... Yes and no. When he takes risks, it is when he’s alone and trying to just get off. When he’s in the right (rather, wrong) mindset, hurting himself brings sexual gratification. But he would never do anything risky, painful, or dangerous with you. The thought of accidentally hurting you is one that he suppresses deeply; if he did something to hurt the only good thing in the world, the only good thing to ever happen to him, he would... well. You can use your imagination. :(

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

He’s not a young man anymore! He may be Joker, and his lack of medications may increase his libido, but he can’t come multiple times. His refractory period lasts at least a couple hours, if not a day.

Many times, Joker may come prematurely and end your intimacy early with his sour or blue mood. You’re his first, so the first few times, he did come before you. (It’s a sore point for him, his novice. Dr. Sally’s radio show can only help so much.) But once he becomes more experienced with you, it’s easier to maintain his stamina. When he gets too close, his fingers will work your most pleasurable spots to make you come before he spills inside you.

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

None by any traditional measures. But Joker’s .38 pistol is a prop that excites him. Never fully unloaded, its inherent danger never fails to make his cock harden. He’ll press the barrel against his skin and run it over his body, achingly slowly. Dragging a trail from his temple, down his neck, over his hollow stomach. By the time it's rubbing along his cock, Joker is fully erect. And craving more. He will ache to shoot it into some harmless space in the room, solely for the heat that would emanate from it. The heat had warmed his perpetually cold hands when he had killed those men on the subway, though he didn’t notice until later. That warmth pressed against his most sensitive place would thrill him. Joker craves it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He stumbles into teasing unintentionally. Trying to prolong your encounter, he’ll hold off on making you come. His fingers slipping away from your clit when you get loud and fervent, jittering hips slowing down to restrained grinding when he himself can’t hold back. Joker doesn’t realize the effect it has on you. At first. The mischievous smile on his face when he realizes you like being teased could excite stone.

Quickly, he starts experimenting. He sees how far he can push you, the kind of noises you’ll make if he keeps you from coming once, twice, thrice. If he whispers taunts or sinful things in your ears until you whine. If he ignores your begging for his touch until he himself breaks and makes love to you for an hour. It makes him feel powerful, holding your orgasm entirely in his control. He feeds on it, and it compels him to do it more. Whether the electricity inside him is from his own arousal or lovingly torturing you, who knows.

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

Having spent his entire life living with his mother, in an apartment with paper-thin walls, he learned early on how to keep quiet. As Joker, he’s still innately quiet during sex. But when he gets close, or particularly passionate, he’ll lose control. Heavy breathing becomes impassioned moans; grunts become gasps in pleasure; growls are huffed into your neck as he presses himself as close against you as he physically can.

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

Maybe not a sexy headcanon, but being too affectionate with Arthur, sexually or just romantically, will frustrate him and could send him into a black mood. Not because of your love―he craves it―but because he doesn’t understand. This is something that transcends either of his identities.

He doesn’t understand what you see in a fuck-up like him.

He doesn’t understand why you seem to love him so much.

He doesn’t understand why he couldn’t have met you before his life went completely to shit.

He doesn’t understand why he just can’t fucking appreciate the only good thing to ever happen to him.

It confuses him. These feelings might come out in a fight, or through gritted teeth during pillow talk after a heated encounter. It’s times like these he wishes he still had a therapist. Joker never wants your sweet love to change; it’s just difficult navigating these new feelings.

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

With handsome veins running along it, and a gentle curve upwards, Joker’s cock is only slightly longer than average. Mournfully, he has no foreskin; consequently sensation is dulled along his frenulum. His pleasant girth stretches your walls. Testes sag slightly, loose sensitive skin stretching from the base of his cock. His left is larger than his right.

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

Sans medications, Joker can never keep his hands off you. When his mood is high, he’ll push you against the nearest hard surface for a passionate fuck as often as you’re willing. But when his manic bursts pass and he’s struggling with black moods again, his sex drive takes a nosedive. Though he doesn’t have that same passion and need to be inside you, Joker still makes love to you often. Not for his own craving, but for the comfort of your body, and the intimacy of proximity that brings him solace in the dead of lonely night.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He never falls asleep after sex, not even when he was still Arthur. Joker’s insomnia medication used to help somewhat, but he has no medications now. After sex, he’ll be buzzing like a livewire, full of energy and pride in his ability to get you off. It keeps him drunk on satisfaction. If it wasn’t for his refractory period, he would pull you on top of him again immediately after for another round. But as it is, Joker is content to hold you close while you wind down. Your soft conversation in the intimacy of the afterglow makes him feel almost normal. Not Joker, not Arthur, just yours.

#joker 2019 #joker #arthur fleck #joker 2019 x reader #arthur fleck x reader #x reader #joker x reader #fanfiction

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Can you do a HC on frat!Chris like his personality and whats he like and do and how he introduce himself and all.

He is one of my favorites. Isk how u can write someone like that so sweet.

Frat!Chris

•I wouldn’t label frat!Chris a playboy but he definitely wouldn’t turn down a girl’s advances, so when one of his brothers set him up with Stacy he had no problem heading to her dorm

•Of course when Y/n opened the door instead of Stacy, instead of being his cocky confident self, this man turned shy and couldn’t stop stuttering. Something about the way she carried herself and spoke immediately got him by the throat. “You okay hun? Ya lost?” She asked sucking on a cola flavoured lollipop, watching Chris choke on his own breath before nodding. “Nah I think i’ve found where i’m meant to be” He replied letting her drag him into her dorm by the collar of his shirt. You can assume what they did next 😉

• Frat!Chris before Y/n was a major party animal, keg stands constantly, beer pong was a child’s game to him and he was in every single selfie known on Earth. His socials accumulating hundreds of likes from everyone on campus, if you didn’t know Chris Evans, you’d definitely had heard of him in some shape or form

•Chris is majoring in business to take over his dad’s company, so he’s definitely rich and basically fed with a silver spoon. That doesn’t make him a bragger though, he’s just very spoiled and always wants his way; which we see when he’s constantly bugging Y/n for hugs or kisses

• After Chris and Y/n’s encounter he finds himself more at her campus building, waiting on her every more kind of like a smaller version of a stalker since he claims it’s all “coincidental” So when Y/n’s friends finally tell her that there’s news of the frat brother crushing on her, she makes her first move like the bad bitch that she is. She catches him standing by his own locker with some of his frat brothers, before storming over and shoving the lollipop from her mouth into his, before writing her number on his wrist.

• Y/n and Chris hung out in different social circles. She was more quiet and kept to herself, but she wasn’t shy; she just preferred peace and quiet. Her friends were the same, all of them hyping her up with Chris. Although Chris was on the college football team, so his cliché group consisted of the so-called “jocks” other members of his frat. That didn’t stop him with Y/n though, on some days he’d drag her to an empty room and they’d have their lunch privately.

•Chris once he’s with Y/n, she is quite literally the only girl in his vision. This man doesn’t even give another girl a glance, Stacy who? It doesn’t take long for Y/n and Chris to fall deeply in love with each other, with Chris practically living in her dorm room and with Y/n having her own closet space in his frat room. When their families came to visit on the open day, Chris’ parents absolutely love Y/n. They love the fact that she comes from humble beginnings and knows how to work to get what she wants; more importantly they see how she’s changed their son for the better. Y/n being one of 3 daughters, her baby sisters immediately cling onto Chris as he takes them about the fair, winning them toys and prizes.

• Y/n’s parents were sceptical about Chris at first, but once they saw how he treated Y/n with the utmost care and respect, they honestly could not complain about the young man. He had great plans for the future, for both himself and Y/n

• Y/n always calls him her “pretty boy” something that gets him swooning, but not in front of the boys, oh no that would lead to his downfall☠️ But his frat brothers know deep down what Chris is like with Y/n, they accidentally walked in on him sleep-talking about her in his sleep. Safe to say that video went viral.

• Of course not all couples are perfect, there are arguments. Chris being stubborn usually causes the fights by saying something stupid, but once he realises he’s hurt his girl’s feelings, he turns into the cutest little puppy ever. Constantly hugging and kissing on her, booping her nose and apologising hundreds of times even when she’s said she’s forgiven him.

•When Y/n says something it doesn’t even take her a minute to notice the tears collecting in his eyes, now Chris isn’t the emotional type but when he hears his girl say something hurtful. He’s like a sad puppy, taking his side of the bed and keeping his hands to himself; which ends in Y/n having to big spoon her man and coo at him to forgive her. It always works.

• Now one night when the couple went out for a few drinks at a bar, it just so happened that one of the angrier exes of Y/n was at the same place. Chris puffing out his chest, stood at his full 6ft height, towering in front of Y/n. Her hands holding onto his behind his back, with her listening as he handled her ex properly, not even letting her ex make eye contact with her. With the right timing, Chris isn’t afraid to use his stature and power to his advantage. Especially when it comes to protecting his girl.

#frat!chris #chris evans #romance #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans one shot

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It's a Long Way to Peridea

Written for @wolfwrenweek Day 3: Between Two Lungs, but posted two whole days late because I had a bad week!

Read it on AO3 here!

Finale: Release

Shin didn't know what she was doing, so she let Sabine guide her as she worked her tongue against her pussy. The taste of her flooded her mouth and she pressed deeper, driven by Sabine's soft moans and surprisingly gentle gasps. Through the Force, she could feel her rising pleasure and combined with the ways she tilted Shin's head with her hands and mumbled approvingly, she quickly developed her technique. Sabine liked when Shin focused her attention around her clit, but pulled her away slightly if she put too much pressure on it directly.

"Try tracing the alphabet," Sabine offered helpfully and Shin smiled.

She worked slowly, carving each letter into Sabine's pussy like she was practicing caligraphy. Aurek, besh, cresh… she could feel Sabine's rising frustration, but there was something in it Shin could tell she was enjoying and knew that if she sped up the way she craved, the Mandalorian would wish she hadn't. So she kept up her teasing pace, so lost in her work and Sabine's soft moans she didn't care that her tongue and jaw were starting to ache, and the burning need between her own legs was going unattended. Shin thought about moving one of her hands to touch herself, but she was enjoying the feel of Sabine's thighs under her fingers too much to move them. And, she hoped, Sabine would be repaying this favour soon and she didn't want to rob her of claiming the first flush of her own pleasure.

Shin made it all the way to isk before Sabine couldn't take it any more. She shifted her weight forwards until she was all but straddling Shin's face and started to grind her hips, riding Shin's face as she struggled to keep up her ministrations. Her fingers tightened in Shin's hair, but she could still tell she was holding back. Shin almost laughed when she realised that Sabine was trying not to hurt her, a far cry from how she normally was towards her. She wanted to tell her she could be rougher - that she could take what she wanted from her, as long as she would get hers in return - but she couldn't pull herself away from the taste of her. She tried to will it through the Force, but Sabine seemed closed to her. But there were other ways she could communicate without speaking, she realised, and started writing with her tongue.

Herf, aurek, resh, dorn, esk, resh.

Harder.

Sabine got the message and laughed. It was the first time Shin had heard that sound from her and it stuck through her heart harder and deeper than any of her pretty gasps or moans. She was trying to dislodge it when Sabine sped up, pressing her weight down against Shin's mouth and riding her hard. Shin was reminded of shameful nights when she had gone to sleep with this ache between her legs and awoken with her legs wrapped around a pillow, and the idea of being treated like an inanimate object Sabine could use for her pleasure made something inside her unfurl like a bat spreading its wings. She showed her how much she liked it by closing her mouth around Sabine and sucking hard enough to draw her clit into her mouth, pressing the flat of her tongue underneath. It was a motion that had popped into her head fully realised, and it was only when she heard Sabine cry out in shocked pleasure that she recognised that she'd done it because it was what Sabine was thinking about in that moment. After that, it didn't take long for Sabine to come undone on her tongue.

Shin felt it rising in her, as much against her lips as she did through the Force, and didn't really know what to expect. Sabine's fingers tightened in her hair and she cried out - a loud, sharp sound that turned into something unfamiliar from Sabine, but entirely welcome: a giggle. It sounded wild and free and totally uncontrollable, and in that moment Shin would give anything to hear it again and again. She kept her tongue pressed against Sabine's clit, relishing every movement as she humped against her face. Eventually, she felt Sabine loosen her grip and gently guide her away. Shin looked up into her face and saw the lopsided, satisfied grin tugging at her mouth.

"Something funny?" Shin asked and Sabine shook her head.

"That's just how I cum," she said. "Which means you did a good job."

Shin stood slowly, without looking away from her eyes. She rested her hands on her hips and felt the heat of sweaty skin against her palms.

"Your turn," she said, trying to sound as confident as the Mandalorian. She thought she sounded petulant and demanding, but it made Sabine smile again.

"Yes it is."

Both of Sabine's hands traveled under the band of her undershirt and lifted it until it sat above her tits. Shin kissed her again, making a conscious effort not to slam into her mouth too hard now, as Sabine cupped and squeezed at her chest. Her hands felt improbably soft for someone who spent so much time firing blasters, and the shocks of pleasure burned her nerves as she kneaded her tits and carefully tweaked her nipples between the pad of her thumb and the edge of her palm. She wanted her to leave bruises, the way she'd wanted to leave bruises on her. All they ever did to each other was leave marks, and Shin wouldn't have in any other way.

Without thinking, her thumb slipped under Sabine's tugged-down top to find the perfectly circular scar she had given her at their first meeting. Sabine hesitated when she felt her touch it and pulled away from the kiss, something a little like fear in her eyes.

"I gave this to you," Shin remarked. Despite the fire raging in her, her voice sounded calm and detached. Sabine's smile didn't quite reach her eyes and Shin cursed herself for her fascination with the feeling of marred, damaged skin against her thumb.

"Regret it yet?" Sabine asked, teasingly.

"Almost," Shin said. Tasting Sabine as she came was something she would remember for the rest of her life, but it was a very pretty scar.

Sabine surged forwards and Shin was forced back against the metal bed. Sabine moved with her as she sat down heavily, their foreheads never separating.

"I'm sure I can make you," Sabine said. Her voice was almost threatening, and it sent a shiver of excitement down Shin's spine that terminated in a pulse of arousal. She mewled as one of Sabine's hands left her chest, but bit back her complaint when she felt her fingers questing into the waistband of her underwear. If they weren't black, her wetness would have been obvious, but since the dark stain was invisible Sabine let out a soft gasp of appreciative surprise when her fingers touched her.

"Shin, you're soaked," she whispered. It sounded like awe.

Shin arched her back to press her body against Sabine's. She was dimly aware of the Mandalorian resting one of her legs on the bed beside her for balance, but her attention was too focused on the light, experimental touches against her slick folds to care about much else. Sabine's other hand kept playing with one of her nipples in a way that made Shin squirm as her mind went blank. Her lips searched for Sabine - not even her lips, just any skin she could put her mouth. She found her neck, and the feeling of two of Sabine's fingers softly parting her outer lips made her sink her teeth in without a second thought. Sabine's sharply gasped 'fuck' thrummed through Shin's head and she moaned into her flesh, muffled by her skin.

Sabine tilted her own head, forcing Shin to let go of her and find somewhere else to put her teeth. She traveled down her neck and latched onto hard sinew above her collarbone, which made Sabine draw a hissing breath.

"I want to be inside you," she whispered in Shin's ear. Her voice was honeyed but desperate, and Shin was surprised to find a note of a question in it. She was asking for permission. All Shin could think about was that nothing Sabine did to her would feel wrong now, and that the burning ache in her cunt needed sating.

She took her teeth out of her neck long enough to reply. "Then do it," she encouraged.

She went to bite her again, but Sabine brought her hand up from her chest long enough to catch her chin and turn it towards her.

"Kiss me," Sabine ordered. Shin had been happy with the feel of her pulse against her teeth, but whatever Sabine wanted she was determined to give and brought her lips to bear against Sabine's. She felt her tongue push into her mouth just as, between her legs, Sabine slowly penetrated her.

It was unlike anything else she'd ever felt. Incredible pleasure singed her nerves, the slight pain and shock of being invaded melding with it to create a rush of feeling that overwhelmed her brain and left her frozen in place. Her body trembled against Sabine's, and all she could do was hold on to her shoulders and tense.

"You okay?" Sabine asked. Shin felt her move to retract her finger and managed to squeeze her thighs together to keep her hand trapped.

"Good," Shin managed to breathe. And then; "more."

Shin felt Sabine grin against her lips in the half-second before she was kissing her again, and then her wrist was moving. Her other fingers stroked her folds as she used the one inside her to fuck her. Shin stopped thinking for the first time, possibly ever, as she clung to her Mandalorian and released herself to the feeling.

Sabine's palm descended on her clit and Shin let out a howl of pleasure as something suddenly rushed through her. She could feel something building in every muscle in her body, radiating out from Sabine's insistent touch until it suffused her being from top to bottom. She moaned and gasped and humped her hips up into Sabine's hand as her talented, infuriating rival coaxed the most intense feeling Shin had ever experienced out of her.

Finally, it broke. Every part of Shin released as her brain short-circuited and the tension building in her snapped like a band. Her body thrashed outside of her control and the pleasure was too overwhelming to even try and fight it. She was vaguely aware that she had bitten Sabine's lip again, but the Mandalorian refused to pull away from her for a second. She was so eager to be connected to Shin now that not even the pain would drive her away, and realising that made Shin cling to her even harder as they rode out her orgasm together.

After, Shin and Sabine laid next to each other on the flat metal bed. They had pulled the various bits of clothing that hadn't been stripped from their bodies back into place as protection from the chill air of the cell, and Shin had curled herself against Sabine's body to feel the warmth of her skin. Even the sheen of cooling sweat on their bodies felt comfortable now. Familiar. Sabine tucked one arm behind her own head and reached the other across her body to come to rest on Shin's shoulder. She couldn't see her face now, just the top of her head and the spill of her platinum hair. The strands tickled slightly against her neck.

Idly, she glanced across the room and saw Shin's lightsaber where it landed by the binders. Shin was still recovering. She could reach it first. The cuffs were within easy reach of the hilt, so she could -

"You wouldn't make it off the bed," Shin said quietly. Her hand slithered across Sabine's stomach and wrapped around her hip, in a way that felt more possessive than it did restrictive.

"No?" Sabine asked, eyebrow raised. "You don't look like you can move that fast right now." She felt a prickle that made the hair on her arms stand on end, and Shin's lightsaber rolled across the room to join the pile of her robes.

"I don't need to move," Shin explained.

Sabine felt a strange rush of affection for the powerful creature curled up against her side like a cold loth-cat and squeezed her shoulder.

"Neither do I," she said. There was a soft, comfortable pause where the only sound between them was breathing. "Wait," Sabine said, realising something. "Were you reading my mind?"

She could swear she felt Shin smiling. "Just sensing your intentions."

"Right." Sabine focused her mind, the way Ahsoka had taught her to meditate. Instead of clearing it though, she focused on the fantasies she usually tried to dispel - Shin, all four limbs tied and spread on a large, comfortable bed while she took her time breaking her with a series of interesting and varied toys. Blindfolds, gags to stop her biting, vibrators and spreader bars. "What are my intentions now?" she asked, as casually as possible.

Against her arm, she felt Shin shuffle slightly as she focused and took a deep breath. She could almost feel the heat rising from her cheeks when her breath hitched, and Sabine smirked.

#fanfic #writing #ahsoka #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren #sabine x shin #star wars #lesbian #sapphic star wars #smut #wolfwrenweek2023 #day 3: between two lungs

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