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roguemonsterfucker · 3 months
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I've posted the first 4k words of my 131k word Thrawn Fanfic, titled Fifty Shades of Blue.
If enough people are interested in the rest, I'll post the whole thing to Ao3.
Just uh. Keep in mind it's extremely self indulgent. 😅
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writingsofwerewolves · 8 months
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An excerpt of my 90k+ word Kinky Thrawn Fanfic (jokingly called Fifty Shades of Blue).
Content includes discussion of kinky play such as CNC (consensual non-consent). No actual sex in this part, only planning for future kinky encounters.
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Thrawn was laying across the bed with his head resting on my lap, allowing me to gently play with his hair. I savored every time he let me touch him in such an intimate way. He only allowed it on the occasions he intended to climax during our sexual encounters or after the encounter. Such touch caused him to lose control in a way he didn’t like to do often, though it was very fun when he did.
His hair stuck to his forehead due to the small amount of perspiration there from the strenuous activities we’d just completed. Both of us were still breathing hard, coming down from it. With a gentle caress, I stroked his hair from his forehead, trying and failing to return his hair to its pristine pre-sex state. It was a losing battle. I’d thoroughly mussed it in the throws of passion. Still, I enjoyed running my fingers through his soft black hair. Or… blue-black, as the books described it. Certainly it leaned towards the blue end of black, but I never would call it blue personally.
It was a rare sight for Thrawn to have his eyes closed, his brow relaxed, and a serene smile on his lips. He often thought of me as his artwork during and after sex, which I usually had trouble understanding. But with him relaxed and peaceful before me, it was easy for me to consider him my artwork. I’d done that. I’d gotten him to that state.
“Where is your mind, ch’acah?” he asked, not opening his eyes.
“How do you know my mind’s anywhere, Grand Admiral?” I asked, continuing to run my fingers through his hair.
“I heard a change in your breathing,” Thrawn stated, an amused smile replacing the serene one. “Tell me.”
“I was just thinking that right now you’re my… bat ch’ast,” I said, tentative about using the Cheunh words.
Thrawn gave a content hum, his smile becoming peaceful again.
“How are your studies?” he asked, still not opening his eyes.
I let out a heavy sigh, “You want to talk about that now? We can’t just bask in the afterglow?”
He opened his eyes, quirking an eyebrow at me, “Should I take that to mean ‘badly’?”
“Slowly,” I corrected, “It’s a lot to learn.”
“You don’t have to learn it, [Name],” Thrawn told me, moving to sit up.
I sighed sadly, wishing I had more time to play with his hair. Though the sadness quickly faded when Thrawn’s hands moved to my shoulders and he started gently working my sore muscles. There were few things better than to be under his strong, talented hands.
“It is a bit much,” I admitted, “But I don’t want to disappoint you.”
As his hands continued to work, his lips found my ear, giving it a quick nip before whispering, “I would not be disappointed, ch’acah.”
“I still wanna try to learn enough to play the part convincingly,” I told him, a little breathless from his touch.
“There are other scenarios we can attempt that would require much less preparation on your part.”
“But this is what you brought up first so I assume this is what appeals to you the most.”
“Not necessarily,” he replied, “I had an opportunity to acquire a costume that was passable as a uniform, which is why this particular idea came up first. I have been intending to introduce the possibility of roleplay of various types for some time, I simply… did not find a moment that felt right to mention it.”
“So me finding the uniform was a strategic way of introducing the idea.”
“Precisely.”
“Fair enough… So what other types did you have in mind?”
“I would rather hear your ideas first.”
“You… uh… what?” I asked nervously.
He kissed my head and then pulled away so I could turn to face him, “You certainly have ideas of scenarios that may appeal to you.”
“Why would you think that?” I asked, my face blazing.
“I have seen you pleasure yourself, ch’acah,” he reminded me, “I have heard the words you mutter. You imagine a specific scenario when tasked with bringing yourself to orgasm. Is that scenario something you would like to discuss playing out?”
I swallowed hard and whispered, “Maybe.”
“While I strongly suspect what it involves, I would like to hear you say it,” Thrawn urged, his voice gentle.
“It’s… being used… against my will… for someone else’s pleasure,” I muttered, my face must have glowed like a sun to his eyes.
“We already skirt the edges of that with our normal games,” Thrawn pointed out.
“It… it’s not the same,” I admitted, “Being tortured for your amusement is… great in its own way. But it doesn’t quite scratch the same itch.”
“You want me to fuck you,” he stated plainly.
I nodded, chewing my lip.
“While you’re restrained?” he asked.
“Maybe. It doesn't have to be. You’re… uh…” suddenly it became a little harder to breathe, “You’re strong enough to hold me down while…”
“While you attempt to fight me off,” he finished for me, his voice becoming low and husky.
I swallowed hard again and nodded.
“With, of course, the knowledge that I would stop as soon as you said ‘red,’” he reminded me.
“Of course,” I agreed in a choked voice.
“I am willing to consider such a scenario,” Thrawn told me, “If you believe you will enjoy it.”
“What about you?” I asked, “Would… If it isn’t something you’d like…”
He put his hand on my cheek, running his thumb over my bottom lip, “I will enjoy it.”
I leaned into his touch, giving a happy hum as my eyes closed.
“One of my ideas is similar to what we already do,” Thrawn began, “Though with a… twist, I suppose you could say.”
“Hmm?” I questioned, still enjoying his hand on my cheek.
“An interrogation.”
My eyes opened and I raised an eyebrow at him. My mind immediately went to the infamous scene with Thrawn, Pryce, and Hera from Rebels where Pryce was torturing Hera. That certainly wasn’t something I really wanted to reenact…
“You would have information I wished to extract,” Thrawn explained, “And I would use… my normal ‘torture’ methods, as you call them.”
“So you’d deny me and/or overstimulate me until I tell you what you want to know?” I asked, pulling back from his hand so I could think more clearly.
“Yes.”
“Not to get caught up in details, but… anything specific? Am I making the information up…?”
“We can use a program on your datapad to generate a random codeword,” Thrawn explained, “Only you would know it. We would see how long you can hold out before you give it to me.”
I grinned at him, “Confident, aren’t you? What if I never do?”
He returned my grin, “Then you win. In fact, you could give me a fake codeword. If you convince me that it’s real and I cease the interrogation, then you win. If I extract the true word from you, then I win.”
“What’s the prize?”
“We can discuss a suitable reward for the winner, though I am certain the game itself will be worth playing on its own merits.”
“I agree, but it’s still nice to have a special bit of motivation.”
“Understandable,” he inclined his head.
“Just… uh… Question,” I ventured.
“Of course.”
“May I be allowed to employ some… dirty tactics?” I asked mischievously.
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes glowing a little brighter.
“Meaning…?”
“If you’re gonna take advantage of my weaknesses, I think I should be allowed to take advantage of yours.”
“You’re asking permission to touch me?”
“Yes.”
He sucked in a deep breath, his brow a hard ridge as he considered.
“Alright,” Thrawn agreed after several long moments of silence, “If you are able, you may employ whatever tactics you deem necessary. With of course the understanding that I may say red or yellow at any time.”
“Of course,” I nodded. “Safe to assume then that I’ll be tied up?”
“Always a safe assumption, yes.”
“So… you’ll torture me,” I began in a businesslike tone, “For a word. If I can convince you that a fake one I’ve given you is the real one, I win. If you manage to get the real one from me, you win. Both of us can use whatever tactics we want to accomplish our goals.”
“Exactly.”
“I love it. When can we get started?”
“Soon,” he promised.
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kociamieta · 3 months
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Oh I do have a question about your rain world oc's !!! I've been staring at the colour pallets of your lil guys (for no specific reason) and their lovely and I'm a bit curious about how you pick colours for your oc's? Do you just go by heart or do you think about it for fifty years or?
Hope you don't mind a more non-lore question ^-^!!
YEAHH I LOVE NON LORE QUESTIONS!!!
im afraid i mostly go by heart here, and i will keep changing how they look until i’m finally happy with it (hence why SDA’s clothes keep changing color). and since i’m often too lazy to look at their refs the colors aren’t really consistent - BROS is Blue and purple in my head but the exact shades will vary. TFB is a yellow-green with reddish brown ……Unless….? and so on. I love inconsistency for real
basically… assign them 2-3 colors and keep messing with that forever
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lilmissfanficwriter · 2 months
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cottagecoredazz · 5 months
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I will be yours for a thousand lives
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moonlitwintersky · 10 months
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So... the trailer for Red, White and Royal Blue looks like it was taken straight out of a merthur modern au fic, right?
Like I KNOW it’s from a book, and that I don’t know the whole story, and that there are many clichés (from what I got from the trailer) that are not EXCLUSIVE to merthur... but c’mon.
The disrespectful foreigner, the bantering, the forced proximity that forces them to get to know one another, the internal conflict of his responsibilities as prince vs his own desires, wondering what it’d be like to be a commoner, blond and dark hair.
I’ve read this before. Multiple times.
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figureskatingcostumes · 4 months
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Diana Davis and Gleb Smolkin's rhythm dance costumes at the 2022 Russian Nationals. They skated to Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas and Bom Bidi Bom (from Fifty Shades Darker) by Nick Jonas and Nicki Minaj.
(Sources: 1, 2, 3 and 4)
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arctic-hands · 2 months
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I have joined the society of bluetooth earphones
#refurbished for the record#i have been dragged kicking and screaming into the future#my phone doesn't have a headphone jack. my mp3 player does but it also has bluetooth capability. my ereader only has bluetooth for audio#so I figure since I'm going on the eclipse trip in a few months I should get some wireless buds for the train#went with some used skullcandy sesh because they were like twenty-two dollars had had a twenty hour battery life#I ALMOST went with some used Hesh headphones that looked really cool and had fifteen hours but were also forty-nine dollars#which combined with the other things I needed to buy would have put me thirteen dollars over my seventy-five dollar walmart giftcard#I was very tempted if just for the aesthetique~ but realized if I bought the cheaper earbuds I could have enough money for some instax film#and the cheaper earbuds and 2 pack of film plus the household objects I needed put me at a tidy seventy-four dollars and fifty-six cents#so I didn't have to spend any actual money on anything woot woot#the earbuds are blue. which is my favorite color. but they're like a pastel blue. which is like my least favorite shade of blue#ah well I'll sacrifice looks for function and affordability any day#*stares in slight dismay at hideously pink refurbished and thirty dollar instax mini 9*#what I REALLY wanted was some of those urbanista solar-powered headphones/earbuds#but even used/refurbished both were out of the total price range of the gift card(s)#I actually had two giftcards which together totaled seventy-five so that was pretty sweet
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just-spacetrash · 3 months
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ad-hawkeye · 2 years
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oh gosh okay i am getting some delicious dirt in the inbox so for anyone who doesn’t want to see any negativity about artem’s second anniversary card, blacklist #fifty shades of artem
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roguemonsterfucker · 7 months
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Is there anything about Thrawn's characterization that you find to be the most intriguing or attractive?
Oh where to even start...
He's very morally grey. I don't think he's evil, but I also wouldn't label him "good." In the books, he has the ultimate goal of protecting his people, the Chiss, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish that. Even if it means siding with the "lesser evil" (the Empire) and doing some really... not great things.
I'm a sucker for characters that ride the line between good guy and bad guy. I'm a sucker for characters who you never quite know whether you can trust them. And Thrawn is the perfect balance of that.
He's not evil, but he will absolutely do whatever he needs to in order to accomplish his goals.
He's not good, but he does value life and avoids taking it where unnecessary.
It's a very sexy combination.
Plus... he's smart. He's tactical. He analyses things and thinks things through and comes up with convoluted plans that somehow work out. It's amazing to watch and to try to follow along with his plans.
And he can be very sweet. The scene that cemented my love for him was in the first of the Ascendancy books, Chaos Rising, where he gives a scared little girl markers to draw with. And there's another scene earlier in that book where he, as a much younger man, gives words of encouragement to another little girl who's worried about her future.
Thrawn can be cold but he isn't heartless and cruel. He cares about people, especially his own people (the Chiss).
He's just a good combination of smart, morally grey, and compassionate that makes me fall utterly in love with him.
Now, keep in mind, all this is based purely on the six new canon novels. He comes across very differently in Star Wars Rebels and he is a very different character from the version in the old Legends trilogy (Heir to the Empire) where he was first introduced.
You can imagine how worried I am about how he'll be portrayed in the upcoming Ahsoka episodes. 😬
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writingsofwerewolves · 8 months
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Here's another snippet from Fifty Shades of Blue, my kinky Thrawn fanfic.
The following contains the beginning of a kinky sex scene, but no sex takes place in this sample.
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“[Name],” he greeted in a businesslike tone.
“Grand Admiral,” I responded tentatively. “Did… Am I in trouble?”
A wicked smile appeared on his face, “Yes, in fact.”
The tension in my shoulders eased somewhat. Based on his expression, I gathered it was a game. That said, my heart still pounded with uncertainty.
He stepped aside and gestured into the bedroom.
I obeyed, moving past him into the darkened room. I froze when I saw there was a chair placed in the center of it that had restrains on the arms and legs of it. I gulped nervously.
“Just to clarify,” I whispered as I felt him move behind me, “You’re… not actually upset with me, right?”
“You will enjoy this,” he murmured behind me, his tone gentle.
My anxiety eased more at the confirmation.
“Undress,” Thrawn ordered, his voice authoritative, “and place your clothes on the bed.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed. I moved to the bed and pulled my shirt over my head. I wasn’t as neat as Thrawn, but I still made an effort to fold the clothing carefully before setting the pieces on the bed. When I was down to my underwear, I looked at him questioningly.
“All of it,” he confirmed.
I took a steadying breath and pealed off my undershirt and then my underwear, trying to cover myself with my arms as I looked at him shyly.
I wasn’t used to being just… naked around him. Not without a blindfold or something else going on. Not with him still fully in uniform, looking ready to direct a battle on the bridge.
His red eyes looked me up and down and he gave a nod of satisfaction, his face impassive. Then he gestured at the chair, “Sit.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered shakily and moved to obey. I sat, keeping my hands folded in my lap, eyeing the restraints fearfully. I wasn’t sure why. I’d been tied to his bed enough. But this was new and it worried me.
“I believe you know that is not how I want you,” his voice was admonishing.
I let out a long breath and set my wrists in the restraints. I gasped as they snapped closed on their own. Automatically I started to struggle against them.
“Color?” Thrawn asked.
I looked up at him, his face still devoid of any trace of his intent.
“Green,” I said, trying to control my fear. I was safe with him. I knew I was. But I didn’t know what new game he wanted to play.
“Your ankles as well,” Thrawn ordered.
I whined but moved so that my ankles were within the restraints, which snapped closed with a finality that sent a chill of fear up my spine while warmth pooled in my belly. Despite my fear, or perhaps because of it, I was becoming aroused.
Thrawn began to walk around me slowly, his hands folded behind his back.
“Do you know what you did to anger me?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
“No, sir,” I replied, “I’m sorry, I—”
He held up a hand to stop me. I snapped my mouth shut. Then he moved to the bed. He gripped the mussed sheets in a fist and raised them to his nose, his eyes closed and his nostrils flared as he inhaled. Then he opened his eyes, focused on me as they glowed brighter than I had seen them in a long time.
“Oh,” I squeaked.
“I suppose it would be unfair to punish you for breaking a rule for which you were unaware,” he said, dropping the sheets back onto the bed, “Still, there must be consequences.”
He moved behind me, placing his hands heavily on my bare shoulders. I almost moaned at the contact, but caught myself.
“You are only allowed to come at my behest,” he whispered into my ear. “And today you will learn the punishment for failing to do so.”
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” I whimpered, “I didn’t know.”
“I understand,” he replied, “And tonight will burn the lesson into your memory.”
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studio-memphis · 1 year
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slow , San Sebastián Donostia
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3:54 pm : David Brian Smith / "Walking in the air" at Xippas - Mars MMXXI. 
(© Sous Ecstasy)
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thedalektables · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: PWP, Light BDSM, Explicit Sexual Content Summary:
Sex in the TARDIS. That is all.
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kaitlinj16 · 27 days
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"I'm just looking for a little favour,
And you're just trying to save a little time,
Baby, let me give you a piece of mine,
Forever,"
🖤🖤🖤
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