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Takes place after this post. Because I want to write something with evil energy.
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Youāve been in the brig of an Empire ship for the last 72 hours.
You donāt know where the ship is taking you or what is planned for you when you get there. All you know, whatever they want, they clearly want you alive.
Youāve heard tales of what the Empire does to captured rebels. Interrogation. Torture. Sith mind games. Meanwhile, youāve been mostly ignored aside from the 3 square meals brought to you each day by some young-faced low-ranking officer who wonāt even look you in the eyes. Aside from your dinners, which Jar Jar insists on bringing you himself.
He shares the meal with you, two stormtroopers standing outside the cell with their backs to the both of you to form the illusion of privacy. He sits across from you at a pristine white table, two identical dishes of something steaming hot that makes your mouth water despite the turning of your stomach.
The food is good; better than the rations youāre used to. You suspect this is not the quality of treatment that most of the Empireās prisoners receives. You use the side of your fork to cut your meal into small pieces, taking slow bites. Jar Jar does not bother with silverware.
You get about halfway through your food before the sick feeling in your stomach has you setting your fork down and pushing your plate aside.
āWhy am I here?ā You tuck your hands in your lap, your fingers clench and unclench with nervous energy. āWhat do you want with me?ā
You flinch when Jar Jarās hand reaches across the table for your chin, cold fingers instantly leeching the heat from you. He tries to gently tilt your head to face him and, when you do not allow him to move you his hold tightens. Your lips and cheeks are squeezed together and his thumb pushes painfully into your jaw and you can feel an ache that reaches to your bones as he effortlessly moves your head until youāre looking Jar Jar directly in the eyes.
āYousa smart,ā he says, and you can feel his breath on your neck, hot and damp and uncomfortable. The firm grip on your chin loosens, touch drifting down your neck then back to the side of your head to move a few arrant strands of hair behind your ear. He maintains eye contact the whole time. āYousa tell me.ā
You avert your eyes, body tense and blood running cold in your veins.
If you donāt say it, if you donāt acknowledge it, if you feign ignorance, maybe it will simply cease to be.
His hand lingers behind your ear; maybe to scare you, maybe because he wants to, maybe just because he can.
When he pulls away, he returns to his meal as if nothing has happened. Your own appetite has completely left you but you force down a few more bites that you spend too much time chewing just to keep your mouth busy.
Putting the 10 hour Star Wars cantina band loop on is a great motivator for writing because the rule is I canāt stop listening until the writing is posted. I am in hell or perhaps purgatory and there is only one (1) āļøway out of here and thatās to give the people what no one asked for z and thatās more Darth Jar Jar.
Does anyone know if thereās any reader insert backrooms fics about the reader being in the backrooms and thereās no romance and they never meet another human being and they just have a fucked up horrible rotten no good time?
Remember when I got high and listened to the Star Wars cantina theme on repeat as I wrote Darth jarjar x reader fic? What if I did that again this weekend.
So not this weekend because I have been social and going in fun dates with my wife (early pride event in our city and movie date to see backrooms) but I think next weekend we can write about jarjar penis
Iām obsessed with how his new demon form design makes him look even sluttier than his last one despite covering his nipples. My man out here openly wearing his submissive o-rings out in public. This is a man who begs for the opportunity to suck on the strap.
Okay so when I saw this the name Skips seemed familiar but I couldnāt place it so I just image searched skips and that regular show character came up and I was just like. Yeah, you know what, I could see someone having that headcannon. Because frankly I have gotten requests in that general ballpark before. Iāve written some myself.
But also genuinely sincerely unironically thought this was very sweet. And while I do love when a guy is slinging monster cock I am also a(n unspecified, some flavor of) gay woman who is happily married and I know what good sex is like without any penis involved. I like when people are sincere and also I like recognizing that all sorts of bodies are beautiful.
Unrelated to anything Iāve been posting about, thinking about an OverlordxTarantulasxReader threesome during their fucked up toxic situationship. Maybe a sequel to the thing I wrote about reader who has toxic sex with overlord after having weird evil sexual tension with him in his human disguise.
Now that I think about it, I think a lot of the reason I favor requests for kind of obscure or small fandoms is because there is this little extra joy in writing for someone who you know is desperate for just a crumb of blorbo pussy. And there is something extra special about treating it with respect and sincere love for the friend you are writing it for even if you get a little silly with it. Especially if you get a little silly with it. If life was fallout 3 itās an action that would give you good karma.
Remember when I got high and listened to the Star Wars cantina theme on repeat as I wrote Darth jarjar x reader fic? What if I did that again this weekend.
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