#I love the coziness of the scene you set anon

[knickknacksandallthat]

during suuuuuuuuuuuuper long weeks jeremy WILL find jean napping on kev's stomach while kev watches the great british bake off. when either of them suggest it's time to turn in, jean wakes up to tell them no, because he's invested in the show, and then promptly face plants back into kevin's tummy and kevin keeps playing with his hair

yes, yes, yes anon!! See, this is why I subscribe to the hc that Jean is a super spoiled cat (and deservedly so). Like this man has alllll the cat vibes - has favorites unashamedly, demands pets but only when and where he wants them, turns his nose up for anything but the best food and best wine, cozies up in the best fabrics, naps and sloths about whenever the mood strikes him. Both Jeremy and Kevin are super indulgent with him, and they all know it. But he dealt with the worst and now only wants the best - and they want to give it to him.

It's definitely why in my AU he and Coco rub each other wrong - they're too alike 🤣 Literally kindred spirits both vying for Kevin's attention.

*Both Coco and Jean fighting desperately to snag the prime spot in Kevin's lap*

JEREMY: but my lap is available too!!! Why don't you come and sit with meeeee??? 🥺🥺🥺

*Kevin wordlessly gets up, goes over, and drops himself in Jeremy's lap. Jean and Coco exchange a look before immediately following. Cue a very satisfied Jeremy surrounded by purring animals and humans.*

[bruh-myguy-what]

Hello! Could I possibly ask for a Echo/reader (Gn)

Setting could be 79’s maybe some angst with someone calling out echos “missing parts” after he rejects their advancements, and he feels a bit dejected about it. The reader (after insulting the other person) would take him back to the Marauder and comforts him (it can be smut or fluff either is fine)

Thank you! Have a nice day <3

He's More Than That***

Pairing: Echo x GN!Reader Warnings: Smut (my first so you must forgive any issues), Twi'lek woman being mean to our beautiful cyber-clone, cursing, filthy nonsense at some point, oral (Echo receiving), intercourse/sex, fluff Word Count: 5K Summary: Hunter, Wrecker and Echo waned a temporary reprieve from their constant stay in the Mauarder and decided you should be their babysitter for the night at 79's. Reluctantly you join and overhear a conversation Echo had with a Twi'lek who doesn't seem to take being rejected by him very well. After defending him and convincing him he deserves more, he shows you exactly what you deserve from him. A/N: When you requested this, anon I absolutely had just admitted- the same day!- that I was basically now an Echo girlie. I hadn't ever really noticed how adorable he was or how much I actually loved him until after the finale. Like I've always loved him, but I was never a girlie until now and now I simp. Also, I've never really written GN or smut so the two together really threw me for a loop lol so I hope this is alright for you! I do really appreciate you sending in a request, feel free to send in whenever you'd like!

Requests are open if you have anything you'd like to send in!

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The atmosphere of 79's was as smoky and dingy as ever, the blue/green lights of the neons hanging around illuminating faces and bodies as they moved about the bar. It hadn't been your idea to be here tonight, usually opting to stay back on the Marauder with Tech and Crosshair for the sake of serenity, but when the other three boys begged you to come along so that they have a designated babysitter who wouldn't get wasted, you couldn't deny them. Hunter wanted to get away from the ship to what he labeled "loosen up" which you knew meant he needed to get laid before the stress made him strangle his brothers. Wrecker wanted to drink some regs under the table and joke about how 99 was better in every aspect while listening to good music.

Echo, on the other hand, didn't give you a reason why he decided to join in on the outing. It wasn't his usual scene. Not anymore, anyway. As far as you were aware he also preferred the relaxed atmosphere of the ship; the two of you spending your time playing a game or watching a bad holomovie you'd downloaded on one of the datapads the Batch kept aboard for entertainment. It wasn't really like him to want to drink all that much, not since he joined Clone Force 99. He'd told you a few stories of him and his twin, Fives, trying to pick up a few women here and there while hanging around the clone bar back in the day but you never thought you'd actually see him here.

You peeked to the corner of the club, seeing Hunter cozied up with a pretty green Twi'lek woman- her legs draping over his lap as he kissed along her neck. At least he'd be less snappy on your next mission. Then you heard Wrecker laughing boisterously over the music as some reg tapped out, his squad mates dragging him away from the table. He'd be content too and it's almost as if you could already hear him hollering at Crosshair to regale his win over the regs. Resting your eyes back on the pale clone sitting at the bar independently, you watched from across the hazy atmosphere wondering if you should approach him or leave him to his thoughts.

You and Echo had a relatively close relationship. His reserved yet courageous demeanor was always something you had admired about him, and whenever he'd joined 99, you were among the first to buddy up with him. You knew exactly how it'd felt not to be "one of the brothers", even with how close you'd become with the Batch. So, it seemed easy for the two of you to cling to that shared understanding. You felt a smile reaching your lips at some of the memories you'd shared with Echo, a familiar ache settling in your chest and you determined that joining him at the bar was the best idea- even if not for him, but for yourself.

You made sure to clock him in the spot he was settled in before tearing your eyes away and descending the stairs to the main floor, losing sight of him through the dense crowd. Weaving through, apologizing to a few couples who were dancing or going about their "business" on the floor, you managed to emerge from the mass of people to find an empty bar stool- entirely devoid of your companion.

"What the-" you muttered to yourself under the loud music, "He was just here." Swiping a glance up and down the span of the bar, the friendly sight of a pale clone adorned by blue neons captured your attention. He seemed to be speaking to someone, though you couldn't quite see who it was from your current position so you stepped up closer to casually join the conversation when you overheard Echo decline whatever they had offered.

Curiosity got the better of you and instead of being a good friend, leaving the man alone to hopefully find some solace for the night, you stood just close enough to eavesdrop a little more. "I appreciate the sentiment, and you're stunning, don't get me wrong." His voice was as sweet as ever, a little solemn you could tell, but only if you knew him well enough.

Was she really all that pretty? Were Twi'leks the type of person Echo was into? Against your better judgment, you leaned forward onto the bar to glimpse the woman he had complimented, and your heart sank at how her pretty eyes glimmered against the neon lights.

Then you heard her laughter. It sounded as if she were laughing… at him. "Oh, honey," her accented voice cut through the music with its patronizing tone. "You can't honestly be refusing me when you look like," and you watched as her pretty eyes scanned the clone before her, gesturing lazily with her manicured hand, "that."

Maybe you'd heard her wrong. You'd definitely heard her wrong… right? There was no way in the galaxy that she was insulting him about his looks just because he told her no… right?

Echo stammered in shock, momentarily caught off-guard by her comment. It wasn't as if he'd not been used to people making remarks about his… unmistakable condition. He just hadn't anticipated the Twi'lek to be so hostile at his decline. "Well, I-"

"I mean, seriously? Look at you, you're a mangled mess." She let out an irked breath as if she were, suddenly, too good for the current conversation. You noticed her lean away from Echo, surveying the rest of the room full of clones, "I bet you don't even have all of the right parts to please anyone anymore, do you droid?" The Twi'lek's snide grin as she huffed out another laugh made your blood boil.

Droid?

Did she actually have the audacity to call a man of war, who kept her safe from the rising Separatist threats, a droid? She couldn't even begin to understand the horrors of war Echo had seen.

You heard a disparaging laugh bubble up from your friend, noting how his shoulders sank only a fraction, head inclining to the cup in his hand. His back had been facing you, turned completely to the attention of the Twi'lek in front of him, so you couldn't entirely make out his expression- though you'd felt as if you'd known him well enough to imagine the rueful smile etching his features about now. "Ah, yeah," he breathed with a soft, somber chuckle, "I guess I am a freak at this point, eh?"

"It isn't about that anyway," you finally chimed over his shoulder.

Echo's eyes widened at your raised voice, his hurried voice muttering your name in surprise. "What are you doing?" His brown eyes glanced between you and the Twi'lek nervously as you walked around to place yourself between the two of them.

"I don't think he'd have trouble pleasing anyone that had the decency to see past a few war scars. But clearly, that isn't you, you'd only be a waste of his time." The knuckles of your fingers began to ache because of your clenched fists and only at Echo's gentle touch did you relax.

The soft voice you'd come to rely on whispered past the music into your ear, "Cyare, please, it's not that big of a deal, really." Though his tone was even you could tell he'd been embarrassed that you'd overheard the conversation.

"It is though, Echo. You don't deserve to be spoken to that way just because you don't want to whore around for the night." You defended sharply, throwing a look back at him then quickly pinning the Twi'lek to her spot once more. "He has plenty of satisfying features, I'll have you know. He's funny, loyal, protective. He loves his brothers fiercely. He doesn't shy away in the face of danger. He's the first to answer when help is needed, he's reliable, and a wonderful man who deserves more than what most people give him."

Condescending giggles rippled over her pink lips as she covered them, a manner of mischievous glee sparkling in her eyes as she watched the protective display. "You defend him as if you two fuck."

A burn crept up your neck and into your cheeks at the allegation but you couldn't slow your words quickly enough before you said, "I'd be damn lucky if we did."

Echo's grip on your arm flexed at your statement, tentatively pulling you back toward him to de-escalate the rising frustration in you. "Cyare, maybe that's enough." He whispered again.

"You two are cute. No wonder he didn't want to sleep with me. Whatever," the Twi'lek waved you off noncommittally, then pushed herself off of the bar. "There are other handsome men around who need my attention." And with a subtle flip of her lekku, she merged with the swaying crowd.

Frustration simmered beneath your surface as you watched her disappear, more nasty remarks popping into your mind after the confrontation was over. "Stupid, nasty-"

"Cyar'ika," Echo's warm voice broke your hostility, his fingers raising your chin to meet his eyes, "what was all that about?" The pale brown hues narrowed in concern as if you had just been in a serious altercation on his behalf and were injured in some way. "It's not like that doesn't happen all the time, what with the regs calling us defective," his laughter dying as he noticed your soured expression.

You crossed your arms over your chest indignantly, "Just because people insult you, Echo, doesn't mean it's okay. You don't deserve to be treated that way. By anyone." The reassuring brush of his hand- passing from your chin to your shoulder- made you even more upset as if he were okay with being so dehumanized by someone. You pushed his hand away, not because you were offended by his touch- far from it- but because you needed him to take your words to heart. "And stop with the Mando'a, you know I don't understand what you're saying. I'm being serious right now, ya know? You're not a droid. You're you. You're Echo."

The slight tilt of his head made your heart lock up as he smiled at you. He didn't say anything, he just stood there, the pale brown of his eyes highlighted by greens and blues from the bar. It was something you two often did, communicate with just a few looks, something that Crosshair had hissed and griped about, witnessing it on multiple occasions. As the two of you stood there silently for a moment, you began to notice his smile shift and the color of his cheeks showed a little darker. "A-About what you said to her-"

Your entire world came raging back, the music suddenly too loud for you to think properly. "O-Oh right! The...uh-"

"F-Feeling lucky if the two of us-"

You hummed in agreement, with his sentence, not your earlier sentiment. Not that if you thought about it long enough you would've disagreed with your truthfulness brought on by impulse. In fact, you had thought about it quite a lot since meeting the Arc Trooper. You couldn't help yourself, really… he was quite literally amazing at nearly everything he did. He was fluid on the battlefield, quick to make decisions, soft, and compassionate when someone needed comforting. He walked around as if the horrors of his dreams didn't haunt him, opting instead to care even more for those around him. Echo was a man of honor and you marveled at how he carries himself. Not to mention being in close quarters with him, or any of the Batch really, only heightened your ever-growing desire toward him. It was practically inescapable to see someone either in their blacks, partially dressed, or completely naked while on the Marauder. You had seen Hunter and Wrecker shirtless on more than a few occasions and even once seen Tech remove his blacks to use the fresher, and nothing was really wrong with any of those instances. Though the one that lingered in your mind, that just kept nagging at you when you were particularly desperate to reach out and have his pale hand touch you, was when you'd walked in on Echo after he'd finished in the sonic. You thought Crosshair had been the last one to use the fresher and hadn't seen anyone else take a turn, but when you pressed the button revealing the cybernetic clone with just a towel hanging around his waist you froze. You could've acted normal about it, muttering an apology and turning around but you'd only stood there floundering.

And that was how you reacted in this very same instance- dumbstruck and speechless- as your cheeks and ears burned desperately.

Clearing his throat, jolting your attention back to his face, Echo rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "Well, we can just forget about it. I'm sure it seriously threw her off when you said that, so that was a good tactic." He joked kindheartedly, eyes closing in that familiar charming, laid-back smile of his.

He honestly thought you were joking. Or just trying to defend him by saying anything that sounded good.

Maybe that was okay.

Maybe you could get away with not making anything awkward between the two of you. Maybe he saw how anxiously you reacted when he brought it back up and was gracious enough to drop it for your sake.

But was that fair?...

He deserved to know how handsome he was, just as much as any of his brothers- 99 or otherwise.

"Besides, like she said- whether it was meant as an insult or not- I'm a mangled mess. We can't have you wasting your good looks on me, now can we?" Echo tapped the tip of your chin with his hand gently, winking mirthfully at you.

He was being serious.

He didn't have any clue how desperate you were some nights to call out to him. Echo genuinely thought he was unwanted and he harbored it like a man devised for loneliness.

Never reciprocating his humor or obliging him in his self-deprecation, you remained stern, eyes locked with his handsome pale face. "I would fuck you right now in the middle of 79's if I knew we wouldn't get banned from the only clone bar on Coruscant."

Disbelief filled the clone's expression, eyes dilated to the size of Tech's goggles, his cheeks flushing a red bright enough to rival the neon lights. It was a terrifying leap to take, conveying these tight-lipped secrets you'd been carefully preserving but if it made Echo understand that he was just as desirable as any other man- clone, Jedi, or otherwise- then you'd shout it at every single person in the bar tonight. Your name fell from his lips in an airy exhale, frantically his eyes searched for any sign of banter or sarcasm but he was only met with decisiveness in your returning stare. "You..." he breathed again, deliberately slowing his racing heart, "You're being serious." At your resolute nod, brows furrowed and eyes stern, Echo looked down at himself critically. "B-But, I-"

"Do I need to prove it to you?" you provoked.

Echo's bewildered stare snapped back to your face, brows raised high in astonishment. "Pro-Prove it?"

Again you nodded with resolve. "You deserve it just as much as Hunter. I'll prove it to you right-" and before you could finish your sentence you were yanked forward away from the bar, weaving through the crowd. Echo's pale hand gripping your upper arm tightly enough not to lose you amongst the moving bodies. Confused but curious, you followed his lead.

Pulled to one of the single restrooms you felt yourself being slung inside, Echo behind you now, locking the door. The dingy lights were also a staple in the small room, the most of the illumination coming from the neon lights outside the high window. "Echo, what in the galaxy-"

"Say it again." His voice rushed as you turned to meet his urgent but dangerously narrowed eyes, the low tone startling you.

You knew he was referring to what you had said by the bar, but which part, in particular, left you timid to respond. "Say what again?" You finally managed, anxiously fiddling with a loose string on your pants.

The clone across the room looked positively possessed as he took only a single step toward you. "Tell me you want me." Echo pressed, the gravel to his voice making you shiver. "Please," his whispered demand nearly lost to the bass rumbling the walls.

This was certainly not where you had envisioned the night to go when you agreed to come out with your squad mates, but as you took a breath, you dove right into the dream. "I want you, Echo." And with the speed of an Arc Trooper, the man descended on you, pressing you into the wall. His body crowded around you, leaving no room to breathe in anything but him as his lips furiously pursued yours. Though he seemed desperate in his actions, there was a hesitation you felt in him. He was leaning against the wall by his arms, keeping himself just a hair's breadth away, afraid to touch you. Pulling back enough to speak against his lips, your hand found his cheek. "Touch me, Echo, please," your own plea a whisper.

His breath shook against your mouth as he faltered, "I-I'm afraid of ruining this…" His sincerity was the fear of a desolate man. "It's been so long… way before I looked-"

Reaching up beside you where his arms lay against the wall, gently guiding his hand and scomp-link to your body. "You can't ruin anything for me, I promise. I've been wanting this for so long, just touch me." A breathy exhale that sounded like a soft chuckle washed over your face at himself and to keep him from overthinking anymore you surged forward to press yourself against him fully- lips connecting.

The kiss you shared this time, was less desperate and hasty, instead imbued with passion and certainty as your tongue came out to greet his bottom lip. Mandalorian curses escaped under Echo's breath, voice trembling as he did, welcoming the dance you challenged. "I can't believe you want me… How could you want me?" Disbelief greeted you as you kissed him again trying somehow to get your affections across.

"How could I not?" Your simple reply caused him to look at you squarely, again searching your face as if he could find some hint of sarcasm or deception- but he found none. With a warm smile, you started unstrapping your armored chest piece and undressing from your standard issue GAR clothes. "Like I told the Twi'lek," you started as you set the clothes on a bar beside you, trying to maintain your composure with intense brown eyes observing you eagerly. "You're loyal, and kind. Funny as hell, adorable when you get embarrassed, charming when you aren't feeling too tired to banter around with me or your brothers," the last one made him chuckle a bit but it died off when the last of your clothes fell away and you stepped back up to him. "And no matter what's going on down here," you glanced down to where his codpiece sat, "I know you'll satisfy me completely."

"Kriff..." Echo stammered softly at the warmth of your hands reaching to unclasp his armor, a questioning look in your eyes. He grinned timidly, "I didn't think at this point you'd even feel the need to ask, cyare," to which you went at undressing him, yourself. Upon lowering yourself to the floor to undress his lower half, even with him imploring you to not get on the bathroom floor for him, you marveled when his blacks were pulled past his thighs.

"Well, color me surprised," your wistful voice made the clone groan in embarrassment as he covered his mouth with his hand, looking away bashfully. "Looks like you won't be disappointing anyone, will you, Echo?" You teased, glancing between the adorably sheepish look on his face and the solid cock that greeted you. Nothing amiss whatsoever. How could he be so insecure when he harbored this under his blacks?

Echo shifted on his robotic legs, anxiously, "There's no need for the commentary, cyar'ika," he complained, his voice deeper than usual as he stole glances at you between his legs as if he were caught watching something he shouldn't.

Smirking, you shrugged nonchalantly up at him, "Guess I'll just have to keep my mouth busy then." Your tongue splayed out over your bottom lip to experimentally lick at the head of his cock, reveling in the shaking gasp that escaped the clone.

"Oooh, k-kriff," Echo groaned helplessly, eyes screwing shut at the feeling blitzing through him like a barrage of blaster fire. The way his husky voice stretched out your name made your body ache for his touch.

You wanted more.

All of it.

All of him.

Your tongue danced along from the base to the tip a few times, placing delicate kisses here and there over his pale skin. It was sweet, watching him enjoy himself with such a small form of affection. The way his eyes fluttered every time your tongue swiped over the tip, how his teeth found purchase on the skin of his bottom lip to keep himself from making too many sounds. "Y-You gotta stop t-teasing me, mesh'la, please..." Echo breathed desperately, hand falling to the back of your head.

"Please, what, handsome?" The naïveté in your tone betrayed the way your eyes twinkled dangerously up at him and made him groan again, hand coming around to thumb your bottom lip, mesmerized by you.

"Please suck my cock." Desire finally blossomed in his eyes, the adorable timidness dissipating and giving way to a man who hungered for more. "I want to feel your mouth around me… I've wanted that for so long."

The admission surprised you, but you couldn't focus on it for too long before you acquiesced and took his cock into your mouth as far as you could before he hit the back of your throat. Echo choked out a moan at your motion, feeling the way your mouth warmed his skin, your tongue lapping around him. "S-So long… oooh, kriff. Wanted to feel your pretty mouth suck me off."

The filth murmuring from his pale lips was only fueling your lust as you hollowed your cheeks and started to bob your head back and forth on him. "I-I can't believe this isn't one of my-my dreams, oh fuck," Echo whispered as he looked down to meet your gaze, groaning at the hazy look in your eyes and whispering an astounded 'look at you' as his hand pressed into the back of your head. His hips thrust, against his better judgment, shoving himself further into your throat provoking a moan from the both of you simultaneously. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you relaxed, allowing him to fuck into your mouth at his leisure, the sounds he makes stirring you up more.

You pull back to catch your breath, a string of drool trailing from your tongue to his soaked cock. "You've dreamed of me sucking your dick, have you?"

"I've dreamed of many sinful things concerning you, cyare." Echo's voice was solid as he pulled you up by your arm, crushing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss. His tongue tasted yours for a moment, scomp pressing into your lower back so you were flush with him. The large expanse of his hand explored your body, mapping every scar and dip of skin to commit to his memory. "Your body is even better than I could've fantasized it; much softer, stronger." He whispered against your neck, placing warm open-mouthed kisses along it.

"Echo," you breathed out his name, his mouth dizzying you. "Show me what you've dreamed… I want to know."

The chuckle that escaped through his lips and fell over your skin sounded dangerous as if you asked him to show you his crimes. "Bend over for me then," the drawl of your name spurred a whine from you that made him grin and you spun around in his arms to place your hands steadily against the bar drilled into the wall. "Kriff, and I thought the sight of you sucking my dick was going to make me cum..." Echo muttered from behind you, his hand brushing down the curve of your spine, admiring the way goosebumps chased after his fingertips. "This view is sure to ruin me."

"Echo, please," you whined over your shoulder at him. The sudden change in power lost on you as you shifted your hips back to meet his, yearning for some sort of relief. Teasing him had done a number on both of you and you needed him to relieve you somehow.

"Looks like I can't deny how badly you want me now, can I, cyar'ika?" The cybernetic clone chuckled from behind you, leaning his tall body over your back to whisper, "Not when you beg for my dick like that." The warmth of his breath tickled the back of your neck and you moaned at the feeling. Without any more taunting, Echo finally leaned away from you to watch himself slip inside of you. "Shit… look at how you take me," he sounded nearly astonished by how his cock disappeared inside, appreciating the sight before him- second only to how you choked his dick.

"Stars, Echo," you moaned desperately, wincing at the stretch of him inside of you, panting as you took more as he pushed deeper inside. "M-More, please, fuck me Echo, please."

"Greedy, aren't you," Echo teased lightheartedly, chuckling at how you begged for him to take you. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he sank into you fully, his typical jovial attitude returning. It wasn't even as if he were teasing you in an expected sexy way. He was teasing you as if he caught you with your hand in the ration box, looking to take extras. The feeling of his cock dragging inside of you as he gradually pulled out to just the tip and then just as slowly pushed himself back in nearly made you sob at the burning fixation for him to shatter you. "I love feeling you like this. I can't believe you want this as much as I do. Kriff, you are stunning. Everything you do floors me." You continually whined his name as he spoke, moving in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace then you felt his hand brush up your back and grip your shoulder tightly as if bracing himself. "You're the reason I said no to the Twi'lek. I just want this, only this," he moaned as he pulled out one last time before stopping, whispering, "Only you," then hammering into you at a fracturing pace.

"Oh fuck, Echo!"

"That's it," Echo praised in his warm encouraging tone, your name falling from his lips like a tribute as he drives his cock into you over and over until you were almost screaming. His stamina was devastating, the force behind his thrusts calamitous as your body rocked against his. "What a breathtaking sight you are taking me like this, kriffing hells. I'm gonna cum," Echo stammered as his hips faltered narrowly.

You'd hardly been able to process anything he'd been saying, too deafened by the passion though you felt his hips shift a bit, slowing their pace and you begged, "Inside, inside please."

"Maker, y-you can't say it l-like that," Echo chided with a choked moan, "I-I," and with a shocked gasp, Echo's hips stilled as they pressed into you. The Mandalorian praises that intermingled with your name, the way his mouth fell to your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses, everything coalesced to a white flash shooting through your body. A sob of his name reverberated off of the bathroom walls, echoing around the two of you as your release hit you. The force seemed to hit your knees and you faltered on your feet but were caught quickly by Echo's scomp-link arm, reeling you back into him.

"Careful there," the smile in his voice evident as he nosed at your temple, pressing a few gentle kisses along your cheek. "Just relax, I gotcha." The gentleness of his touches weaved around you, lulling you against his firm body and the mechanical parts cool against your hot skin. "Sorry, I know some of the pieces might be prodding you." He winced at the thought abruptly.

You shook your head in response, steadying yourself against him by wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling closer. "Perfect… You're cool, it feels good, don't move."

Echo was once again left silent by your unconditional favor of all of him. "You continually amaze me," his chuckle affectionate as he hugged you closer. "Now, let's get dressed and get out of this filthy place. I've been thinking about another holomovie we could watch."

[animehideout]

Hello!! can you do a gojo x reader and like gojo is always on a lot of trips to kill curses and stuff and everytime he comes back home all he wants to do is just sleep with you and it starts making you think he only wants you for your body but she just keeps that thought to herself cuz she thought if she tells gojo he might end their relationship untill something happens and she finally breaks down leaving gojo to comfort her

Please and thank you!

My One And Only

Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader ( Reader thinks Gojo is using her for her body )

a/n: thank you anon for this request, I really hope you enjoy this one. And remember guys, don't bottle up your feelings, talk it out , communication is the key <33 love y'all and stay safe.

Warnings 🔞: SMUT NSFW MDNI / NOT PROOFREAD.

Song recommendation: I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young 🎶

♪I never meant to start a fire, I never meant to make you bleed.. I'll be a better man today♪

You sat on your bed, clutching your phone tightly after reading a message from your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru: { Get ready for me, princess. I can't wait till I get home and have you all to myself, all night }.

The words, the familiar message, never seemed to change. While you longed for a more thoughtful, romantic message, disappointment crept in every time you unlocked your phone. You understand his busy schedule and duty as the strongest sorcerer, exorcising curses and protecting others, but what about your feelings? Who protects them?

He's often away on trips, since the higher-ups depend on him for everything. You've always taken pride in his skills and capabilities, that earned the trust of others, making the world feel safer with his presence. But, your bed remains cold, your house feels empty, and he's not physically present when you're sad, need to vent, or simply want to share a laugh. The persistent feeling of loneliness creeps in, filling your mind with unwanted thoughts. Each night concludes with a heavy sigh, as you find solace in cuddling your pillow, questioning the nature of your relationship with him.

You meet once a week, you'd eagerly set the scene for cozy moments ; snuggling, watching a movie, going on a date, or simply chilling and talking. Yet, it always veers into having sex. You love him and want him as much as he wants you but you can't help the disappointment you've felt

“Is he using me?”,

the same thought echoes in your mind week after week. You wanted to communicate your feelings, but the words linger unspoken at the tip of your tongue, always swallowed back, completely offering yourself to him.

Night fell swiftly, the clock ticked so fast, and there you were sat on your bed, half naked, waiting like he told you. You could have refused, but you simply didn't. you missed him and craved the way he touches you, the way he makes you scream his name, the way your eyes tear up from how good and deep he's pounding inside you. The way air gets stuck in your throat when his big veiny hands circle around your delicate neck. You wanted every bit of it, there's no denying in that.

The front door swung open and closed, signaling Satoru's arrival. Your heart quickened, anticipation the long night that waited ahead

“Hey, baby..” he began,

placing his keys on the nightstand and giving you a peck. You managed a weak smile.

“Did you miss me?” he added, stripping himself. “Come on, join me for a shower and help me wash up”.

He gently pulled you towards the bathroom.Your back was pressed to his chest, as he left a trail of kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck. The warm water relaxing each tensed muscle. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation. The steam raising from the shower, created a gentle fog turning the bathroom into a cozy space. Too emersed into the cute moments of peace,

“Maybe tonight will be different, maybe he'll stay and won't leave after sex like he always does, saying that he needs to be at work again” you thought to yourself,

hoping that this night, he proves all what you've been overthinking for the last weeks in wrong, but shorty you were pressed against the bathroom wall, warm water still running. A surprised gasp left your mouth at the sudden movement. The cold wall that Gojo pinned you against sent shivers down your spine.

“I can't wait any longer” he whispered to your ear. He turned you and now you're chest hitting the wall, “bend over a bit for me, babygirl” he demanded, growing impatient by each passing second.

A groan escaped his mouth when your tighteness welcomed his hardened cock. A soft moan, slipped from your parted lips as he started moving. The rhythmic sound of water droplets echoed and mixed with the wet clapping sounds, and your moans. Your eyes rolled back, too needy for him as he fucked that spot again and again,

“I fucking love fucking you, I love fucking your body, this pussy is all what I can think about” he said panting.

Little did he know that what he said but turn you off so quickly. Your body, is it all what he wants? he didn't even say 'I love you', his sweet talk was all about what satisfied him, but enough,

“Can you stop please” you said out of the blue, making him look in confusion but kept on going,

“already tired? I've planned a long night for us..but if you want me to stop use your safe word” he chuckled.

“I SAID STOP” you snapped.

Under different circumstances, you'd find joy in his words. However, with all those unspoken emotions weighing on you, hearing him say something like that became your breaking point. He stood still, a hint of concern in his voice as he asked,

“D-did I do something wrong?” His hands rested on your hips from behind.

In that quiet moment, only the sound of the water stream filled the air before you spoke again,

“I don't want to continue, pull it out”.

“Hah is this some kind of joke? why on earth would I stop?”

“Because I don't want to”

“Dont lie to me Y/n, I know you want it, I won't pull out”

“Satoru...please” you said as you moved his hands from your hips.

His brows furrowed as he distanced himself from your body, pulling his length out of you, giving you what you requested. You cleaned yourself and then stepped out of the shower wrapped in your towel, while he observed silently.

Seated on the edge of your bed, you waited for him to join you.He carefully settled beside you, his gaze unwavering on your form.

“So, are you going to tell me why the hell you did that?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Without meeting his eyes, you murmured, “Do you even love me, Satoru?” Your gaze remained fixed on the floor.

“What kind of question is this?”

“Just fucking answer it” you spat out in a harsh tone, catching him off guard.

“I do, of course I love you”

“Haha, funny. Why'd you lie? You just love my body, Satoru, don't you?”

“I love you and I love your body. Can you please explain it to me clearly? Cuz I failed to get your point”

“Oh is that so? okay then I'll explain to you, I'll explain to you how I've been feeling for weeks now, how I'm always left alone, how you always show up once a week, have sex with me and then leave as if I'm your fuck toy, I'll explain how you don't even care, cuz you only care about how to pleasure yourself... I'M NOT YOUR SLUT GOJO SATORU”You yelled.

Caught off guard by you, his blue eyes widened mirroring the disbelief that etched across his face. Your words hung in the air, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“A-are you serious?”

“YES I'M FUCKING SERIOUS, IF YOUR FEELINGS TOWARDS ME FADED THEN JUST SAY IT SATORU, BUT DON'T YOU DARE TO FUCK ME EVER AGAIN”

You broke down into tears, hugging your knees, wet hair falling on your face, chest still heavy even though you let out all of your concerns.

“No, no, don't cry, Y/n. Baby, look at me, please” he said softly, a hint of panic in his deep voice.

His fingers gently lifted your chin, making you meet his gaze. Kissing away your tears, he whispered,

“Don't ever think like this again. I love you, Y/n I always have and always will, and nothing can change that”

“Then why'd you leave? It feels like you throw me away everytime after getting what you wanted from me” you expressed with a quiver in your voice.

“I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared they might harm you, which is why I minimized our dates”

“Who might hurt me?”

“The sorcerers working against me and the special grade curses. I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you”

“You know I'll be fine. You don't need to overthink it like that. It's not even my point yet—”

“I know, I know, thats it's always us having sex? thinking that I'm taking advantage of your body? Why didn't you tell me earlier baby? We could've talked it out, I could've explained, we could've done something else... It's just that's how I express love to you, through physical intimacy. I thought you liked it, I thought you were enjoying it. That's why I didn't stop. And I'm sorry about that..” he whispered, looking down, visibly disappointed in himself.

Your gaze lingered on him; you believed him, of course, you just needed that reassurance.

“I thought if I told you you'd break up with me and leave–”

His heart ached, how could you possibly think of that when he loved you with each fiber in his body.

“L-leave you? my life is meaningless without you Y/n how could I ever leave you” he explained pain visible in his tone.

You shrugged, sniffling, looking at him with your teary eyes..

“Come here” he signaled for you to move closer.

His large arms enveloped you in a bear hug as you sat on his lap.

“I love you for you, for your personality, your mind, your laugh, for the way you find beauty in everything. I never meant to disappoint you, and it will never happen again. Next time, if something bothers you, just talk it out and don't bottle it up. I want you to be comfortable all the time, okay?” he exclaimed, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded slowly, further burying your head in his bare chest, your warm breath tickling his skin.

“How about we cuddle and watch your favorite movie? I'll take a day off tomorrow so we can spend more time together, and you're right; I shouldn't be overthinking that much. From now on, not gonna minimize any date, instead, I'll work harder on keeping you safe all the time...You're my one and only Y/n!!” he said with a wide smile, lifting your spirits once again.

You spent the night in each other's arm, eating popcorn and pastries, laughing and joking around, till both of you fell asleep... You indeed helped him learn how to treat you better, helped him express his love in other ways, helped him to take into account your feelings. Communication is all what both of you needed from the very beginning.

Satoru made a promise to you and to himself, to devote his life, strength and efforts to you and your relationship.

[mountttmase]

Seeing Stars

Note - thank you to the anon that inspired this yesterday 🙊 I think we all deserve a night like this with masey moo. Feedback would be very much appreciated 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 2.1K

Warnings - smut and fluff

‘I still can’t believe you know how to drive this thing’ you laughed, watching as Mason expertly drove the yacht you’d rented for a few days out into the ocean. He didn’t go too far, still able to see the twinkling lights so the town behind you but you were far enough away from everyone else to feel isolated.

‘We used to get boats all the time on trips, I thought it wouldn’t do me any harm to learn how to drive one. Comes in useful don’t you think’ he winked but you could barely hear him over how turned on you were. Just watching him drive a car was enough to get you going but a boat? It was a whole other story. ‘I’ll anchor up here yeah?’ He asked but you just nodded.

It was a spontaneous trip, you weren’t even sure if you were allowed to be out here but apparently mason had got it cleared. Promising you a night of good food, clear starry skies and lots and lots of kisses and you felt like you’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity.

You weren’t sure if it was a good idea, but he’d wanted to organise the whole evening down to a tee. Under normal circumstances you would of made sure to help him but this was his gift to you for your first anniversary and you knew he wanted to treat you so you kept out of the way and let him plan your special evening.

Once the boat was settled, he told you to wait where you were so he could set up and you listed to him tinkering about as you looked up at the clear sky. You lived looking at the stars and mason knew this, hence why he wanted to bring you out here and around ten minutes later he was coming to get you. Telling you to shut your eyes as he lead you towards the front deck before pulling you in front of him to reveal the surprise.

‘You can open your eyes now baby’ he whispered in your ear, his beard lightly tickling your face and neck and once your eyes had adjusted to the scene in front of you, you couldn’t help but let out a surprised gasp.

All your favourite snacks were dished out in little bowls, your favourite drinks in an ice bucket were off to the side and your favourite flowers sat proudly in the middle of the picnic blanket as tiny tea lights set the cozy scene. Your eyes pricking at the thoughtfulness and you melted into his body as he kissed your shoulder.

‘Don’t worry, they’re battery lights. Thought it would be better than me starting a fire unintentionally’

‘Mason, this is beautiful’ you whispered, letting him lead you over to take a seat amongst it all before pouring you a drink. ‘Cheers to us’ you giggled, clinking your glasses together as he let out a little giggle before kissing your cheek softly.

‘Cheers to us, baby. And cheers to the best year of my life. I love you, so much’

‘I love you, too’ you whispered back, eyes never leaving each others until he dipped his head to place a heavy kiss on your lips.

You had an amazing time, feeding each other every so often as you took a little trip down memory lane. Reliving all your favourite moments from your first year of your relationship until you were laughing so much you had tears in your eyes.

Somehow throughout the conversation you’d ended up on his lap, legs either side of his as you straddled his thighs as you both looked up to the sky. Mason was trying to impress you by pointing out all the different constellations he knew, and you were pretty impressed, but before long he couldn’t keep his lips or hands off you and began to press gentle kisses to your neck.

It wasn’t much longer before you couldn’t take it anymore, dipping you head so you could pull him in for those long slow kisses that made your head spin as his hands traveled under your dress to grip your bum. You subconsciously rolled your hips onto him but you were distinctly aware that the pair of you were outside so when he attempted to lift your dress up you pulled back.

‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He pouted, lips swollen from the copious amounts of kissing you were doing and you couldn’t help but think he looked adorable. The blush across his cheeks sending your mind into orbit but you were aware of where you were and how inappropriate getting intimate out here would be.

‘Mase, we can’t. We’re outside’ you giggled, the feel of his lips on your neck again like heaven and when he pulled back you could detect that cheeky twinkle in his eye which meant you knew he was getting his own way.

‘Baby, look around. There’s no one here, It’s not like someone can just walk passed. We’re in the middle of the ocean love, no one can hear you scream’ he joked, thumbs gently rubbing circles on your back as he knew it eased your mind but the nervous gulp you took down let him know you still needed a little bit of convincing. ‘Do you honestly think I’d wanna do this if I wasn’t super certain we’d be fine.’

‘No’ you whispered, watching his eyes light up ever so slightly.

‘This body, it’s all for me right?’ He asked, pulling your dress up and over your head so you were left sat in his lap in just your underwear. You were nervous, not able to speak so you nodded your head to let him know you agreed and the soft look on his face melted you. ‘Well you know how selfish I am. Do you think I’d let anyone else see you like this?’

‘No’

‘I wanna take care of my girl’ he breathed, fingers gently pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders before kissing your collarbone. ‘Are you gonna let me?’

‘Yeah’ you breathed, taking in a sharp breath as he continued to kiss over your chest whilst unclasping your bra from the back. As soon as it was off he was smiling up at before before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and you felt yourself shiver from a mix of his touches and your skin behind exposed to the night time air.

‘Good choice’ he winked, your face flushing as your need for him grew but his hands on your hips were pushing you up and off of him. ‘Need you to lay down for me’ he whispered, clearing some stuff out of the way before helping you lay down on the deck. Thankfully you were on the little padded section but you would of taken him anywhere at this point. ‘I’m gonna make you see stars baby, literally and figuratively’ he told you, lips training down you body as he kissed you but you couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesiness of his words causing him to make his way back up to be eye level with you. ‘Something funny?’

‘No Mase’ you chuckled ‘But those are some pretty big words for you’

‘You watch that mouth before I put it to good use’ he winked, kissing the tip of your nose before working his way back down again. You figured he’d go straight to where you needed him but you knew what mood he was in as soon as he stopped at your chest, tongue flicking over your hardened nipple whilst he gently played with the other one and you could help but threat you fingers through his hair in attempts to keep him in place.

He was off again soon though, kissing his way to your other boob to give it the same treatment before travelling south. You wear aching for him at this point so you helped him as much as you could to take your underwear off before he got settled between your thighs.

You could feel his lips everywhere, kissing all over your thighs and just around where you needed him and you knew what mood he was in. He wanted to savour you and tease you into oblivion but you were ready for him so you lifted your hips in hopes he’d get the message but the chuckle against your thigh made you huff.

‘Easy baby, I’m getting there’ he told you, hands pushing your hips back down to the deck and just as your were about to tell him off he stole the words out of your mouth by licking a stripe up the centre of you.

The moan that left your lips was unholy, stopping yourself from being too loud but then remembering no one could hear you so you let him know how good he was making you feel. Grinding yourself down onto his mouth so you could get more from him and you could tell he was enjoying it just as much from the tight grip on your hips.

‘God, Mase. You’re so good at that’ you told him, fingers gripping his locks as you held him to you like you were in some sort of trance and you could tell he was feeding off your praise so he could get you to your high as quickly as he could and soon enough it was hitting you like a truck.

You were still coming down from your high as you watched him strip down to nothing between your hazy eyes. He tongue had made you feel weak but he sight of him now was waking you back up again. You let him gently push apart your thighs even further before get got settled, fingers threading through yours so he could give them a quick squeeze but the gentle smile on his lips made your heart thump.

‘You ready?’ He breathed, his tip pressing against your entrance and as soon as you nodded he was pushing his hips forward, eager to feel you around him and you whimpered as he finally bottomed out.

His forehead came to rest on yours, lips just touching as you breathed into each others mouth before your heavy breathing turned into moans that he captured with his lips.

He was being slow on purpose, not sure it’d it was the boat wouldn’t rock too much or if he was dragging it out to make it feel better but this wasn’t just sex. He was making love to you and you felt your body burst into flames at the intensity of it all

‘I can’t get enough of you. Never have been able to’ he whispered against your lips and the shiver that ran down your spine made you arch your back and expose you neck to him. He didn’t waste time latching onto it and sucking on your sweet spot lightly.

You were quite certain you’d never felt this good before. The setting, the stars in the sky and the man of your dreams slowly rocking himself into you were driving you insane and the sinful sounds you were making together made you want to roll your hips into him even faster.

‘Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere’ he laughed, squeezing your fingers that where still threaded through his before kissing you deeply. ‘Roll over for me yeah?’

You did as he said as quickly as you could, eager to feel him again as he quickly got back into position and the slight weight of his body laying on top of yours just turned you on even further. You could feel your high building, arching your back again so he could hit the right spot inside of you and you felt your vision blur slightly as his teeth sunk into your shoulder, a whimper pouring from his throat as he tried to hold back but you were ready to go. Trembling as you came for the second time of the night and you knew he did the same straight after from the way his hips sped up before he slumped over you.

‘Happy anniversary, my love’ he chuckled, rolling off of you so he could pull your body flush against his and you giggled into his neck as you held each other as close as you could.

‘Happy anniversary, Mase’

Thank you so much for reading 😌 I'd really like some feedback so please feel free to drop me an ask or whatever you feel comfortable doing, I'd really love to hear from you 🩷

[himbofan]

Warm Respite

(Grusha x gn!reader fluff)

this was a request by a lovely anon!

this pushed me out of my comfort zone, so thank you for requesting (ง’̀-‘́)ง i hope i did your request justice!!

this was inspired by grusha’s event quest in pokémon masters, where malva provokes him about his snowboarding career

as always pls tell me your thoughts!! i love hearing feedback even if it’s critical

thank you for reading ^_^

characters: grusha (pokémon)

wc: ~600

cw: gn!reader, fluff, cuddles, holding hands, forehead kisses

Warm light bathed the room as the soft crackles of the fireplace broke the silence. You sat curled up in the corner of the couch with a book, waiting for Grusha to come home.

Snow was coming down in thick flakes outside the window as you heard the front door give a soft click.

You smiled and turned to see your boyfriend coming home from a long day at the gym, a multitude of snowflakes littering his sky-blue hair.

Grusha shuffled about the foyer shedding his heavy winter gear, and the sagging slouch of his shoulders told you that it had been a long day indeed.

He simply plopped down on the couch next to you with a huff.

You closed your book and set it on the coffee table then reached over and squeezed his hand, rubbing your thumb soothingly over his knuckles. He squeezed back lightly, his icy fingers clinging to the warmth of your palm.

“Long day?” you opened your arms and leaned back on the arm of the couch.

“Something like that.” he mumbled and immediately accepted the silent invitation, melting into your arms and laying his head on your chest.

You wrapped your arms around him, lightly tracing soothing lines on his back.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, listening to the steady thudding of your heartbeat.

“There was a rude interviewer at the gym today… it was like she was purposefully trying to get under my skin with her questions.”

You simply hummed in acknowledgement, running your hands through his silky blue locks, massaging his scalp. His chest rumbled against yours as he made a noise of approval, melting further under your fingers.

“Mmm that’s annoying…”

“I held my tongue so she never got the reaction she was obviously trying to get, but it was still aggravating.”

You continued to chat casually about menial things, the words seemed to flow as naturally as breathing.

Grusha could feel his sour mood melt away with every passing word, your sweet voice always put him at ease.

The usually cool and collected gym leader was like soft putty in your hands as soon as he felt your loving touch. You were his cozy hearth he longed to return to after every draining day at work.

In your arms, he was home.

He would never admit that to anyone but you. It’s you who is his greatest weakness, the loving warmth that melted his icy exterior.

“...oh and a little girl asked me if I was a prince today.”

You giggled, “What did you say?”

“I told her I was, but she had to keep my identity a secret.” he smiled gently as he recounted the scene.

His big dark blue eyes and long fluttering eyelashes gazed up at you, quietly admiring the smile on your face.

“Well she’s right y’know, ‘cuz you’re my super-duper handsome prince charming.” you spoke with an sickeningly sweet tone and made a sappy kissy face dramatically as you spoke.

He simply scoffed and rolled his eyes but the lovestruck smile on his face never left.

Eventually as the conversation dwindled he stopped responding, his breaths growing slow and steady as he dozed off, the exhaustion finally catching up to him.

You simply smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, stroking his hair softly as the fireplace crackled gently in the background.

“Rest well, my lovely prince.”

[shadowdaddies]

Hello!!! Could I request a fluffy Rhys x reader where they have a slow snowy morning?

It’s finally starting to actually get cold where I am and I’m so happy about it. Autumn and Winter are my favorite seasons simply because of the cold weather.

YES anon honey I love the cozy fics! And I love Autumn/Winter so much but it doesn’t get cold where I’m currently living, it was 99℉ today where I’m at so I’m living vicariously through you and this fic

A/N: Also to set ✨the mood✨, Rhys would 100% play a song like this while he makes you pancakes for breakfast *swoon*

The Best Things

Rhys x Reader

Warnings: a lil suggestiveness

You woke up to the feeling of your mate’s warm body pressed against you, gently stroking your hair. Nearly letting out a purr at the pleasurable sensation, you cracked your eyes open to see the rising sun shining through your bedroom window, casting Rhys in a warm ethereal glow. He smiled down at you, murmuring a soft “good morning” before bringing you close for a tender kiss. 

You sighed, shuffling further under the covers as you buried your nose in Rhys’s neck, inhaling his comforting scent. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, Rhys responding by rubbing your back as he whispered, “it’s snowing, darling.” You looked up to see gentle flakes of white floating towards the ground, and laid your head against Rhys’s chest as the two of you watched the snow fall, the only sounds in the room your heartbeats and the crackle of the fire that warmed the hearth.

You absentmindedly traced the swirling tattoos on Rhys’s bare chest, as he summoned two cups of warm tea for the both of you. You sipped on the warm drink, relishing in how the heat spread through your chest with each sip as you took in the scene of the snowfall, the cozy room, and your beautiful loving mate beside you. Your wish that this moment could last forever was interrupted by the growling in your stomach, and Rhys chuckled as he stroked a finger down your torso in a way that made heat pool between your legs. 

Pressing a kiss to your nose, Rhys purred, “I should take care of my mate, shouldn’t I?” as he rose out of bed. “I’ll make us some breakfast, darling,” he announced with a wink as he slipped on pants and headed down to the kitchen. You waited for only a moment before getting out of bed yourself, adorning a robe and slippers as you made your way to join your mate in the kitchen.

When you arrived, he was listening to music on a symphonia as he whisked a bowl of batter. “What are you making for me, Rhysie?” you asked as you eyed the ingredients on the counter. “I’m making cinnamon pancakes, my love. And I’ve fresh fruit for you as well,” he said as he stopped to grab a strawberry, bringing it to your lips. You let out a teasing, exaggerated moan at the taste that made your mate’s eyes darken before he cleared his throat. You stode around the counter gracefully, stepping in front of Rhys to press your backside against his front as you grabbed the ladle. “Let me help,” you murmured as you scooped out the batter into the frying pan. 

The two of you finished making the pancakes, you loading your plate with fruits and whipped cream, loading a finger with whipped cream that you dolloped on Rhys’s nose with a giggle before kissing it away. He took the opportunity to grab you, bringing you close as you danced to the music in the background, resting your head on his chest as you enjoyed the intimate moment. 

Rhys released you from your dance only to take a seat, lifting you into his lap as he feed you fruit and pancakes. After breakfast, you ventured into the snow together, admiring the beauty of the weather and making a snowman, before your hands got too cold and you returned inside. Rhys made you both hot chocolate which you enjoyed as you sat together on the couch while you read aloud to him from your latest romance book. 

[azsazz]

Fire & Water (Part 3)

Eris x Reader

Summary: Fulfilling anon reqs: “Part 3 of fire and water?” and “ooo would it be alright if you created a deleted scene of ‘fire and water’ where eris and archeron reader hook up? love ya <3-🪷”

Warnings: Smut, mentions of abuse and murder.

Word Count: 2,282

Notes: Chlo indulged me last night so I’m returning the favor...been a while since the last part of this one...I hope you all enjoy 🥰

[Part 1] [Part 2]

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“I want to take you to the Summer Court someday,” Eris admits, soft breath stirring the unruly hairs at the crown of your forehead. He’s trailing his long fingers up the smooth skin of your arm, the pads of his touch rough with his swordsmanship. “But I’m afraid you may never want to leave.”

You peek your eyes open at his confession. You’re not asleep nor on the verge of it, just basking in being in your mates arms again after the awful intervention your sisters and their counterparts had set up. Curled up in Eris’ arms in a bed at an inn he’d taken you to right after picking you up at the border of Autumn where Lucien had dropped you off.

You were more thankful for the youngest son of Autumn than you’re sure he knows, for betraying Feyre and the Court that had offered him solace in his time of need. He would surely be the one to take the brunt of the investigation once your sister and the High Lord have noticed you’re no longer in their Court, for helping you escape to Autumn as he wished to do himself, hopefully with his own mate, if only she would have him.

It had been difficult for Eris to see his youngest brother, of that you knew. Hurt him to lock eyes with the soft caramel gaze of Lucien, an unspoken agreement between them that Eris was doing his best to try and rid his father of the throne. He missed Lucien, more than he’d missed anyone, even more than the brothers he had lost by Tamlin’s hand. You knew it had been hard for him to see his youngest brother turning away from the court he had every right to live in to return to that of darkness and night.

Eris had been quiet on the trek to the cozy hostel, his hand tucked into yours, thumb grazing over your knuckles in a way that soothed you both. Your heart had been pounding, from the 10,000 stairs you had to descend to arrive at the rendezvous Lucien had told you to meet him at, the feeling like Rhysand or your sister or one of their cronies were right behind you, a constant fear clawing through your mind.

He hadn’t wanted to take you back to his home, for fear of his father you already knew. You didn’t care though, didn’t care if Eris took you back to that cave or the inn or somewhere even less appealing, as long as you are with him you couldn’t care less about where you are.

The both of you had fallen into the swelling urges of the mating bond as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, reverberating in your chest, a signal that you and your mate were alone, away from prying eyes and ears, well…as much as you could be at the inn. But you didn’t care about the others occupying the rooms next door or the woman seated at the counter below yours, all you saw was Eris, all you felt was your mate, the simmering and sweltering feelings clawing to the surface, to care for him, to claim him.

The hand you have settled against his chest twitches, thumb automatically moving in response to the waiver of his tone, a gentle motion back and forth that’s meant to soothe the stutter of his heart beneath your head, and calm the shake of his vulnerable words.

You peer up at him from your spot at his shoulder but he’s not looking at you, watching instead as he twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers.

“Why’s that?” you scrunch up your nose, drawing his attention. The look on your face must settle him some because he’s dropping the tuft of hair in favor of poking at your screwed up features, tapping the tip of your nose and following it with his mouth.

“The oceans mostly,” Eris says when he pulls back and you settle into him, listening to the rumble of his voice as he speaks, its own wave in your ear. “I hear the drinks are fruity and sweet. Here they taste like ash and cinnamon.” Now he’s the one wrinkling his nose in distaste as he complains.

You laugh, stealing a kiss from his pouty mouth. He follows you like a moth to a flame when you pull away, still eager for more of you.

He’s addicted to you already. Had turned his nose up at the stories of males finding their mate’s, how he’d be consumed by them like a wildfire, reducing him to ash in their wake, melted and malleable for her to do with as she pleased.

But Mother does he believe it now.

You taste like a lifeline, like the oxygen his fire so desperately needs. But you are water, so unlike him, Eris would let you douse his flames even if it only meant you’d give him a single touch, a look in his direction.

He will give you whatever you want.

“You don’t like cinnamon?” The amused lilt to your voice has his stomach burning, and the look you’re sending him, a crooked smile makes his heart skip in his chest.

“I love cinnamon,” he sighs like it’s the biggest burden he’s had to bear. Not his abusive father, not being on the cusp of war with the Night Court, who will surely be planning to attack now that he’s stolen a possession so prized to them, a sister of the High Lady.

That’s what you are to them. A possession. Not a being of your own wits and mind. A little girl, the youngest, someone who can’t make decisions for herself or run her own life. No, they have to be the ones to do that for you.

You stare up at your mate pointedly.

“You don’t get it because you’re not from here. You didn’t grow up in Autumn where all there is is cinnamon drinks and pastries, pumpkin spiced tea, and ginger snaps. It’s a total cliché.”

Ah, you understand now.

“So you’re afraid I’ll leave you because you’re a cliché?”

His playful growl catches in his throat when you shift your leg from where it’s resting across his, your knee dragging up the ridges of his muscular thighs, brushing against the tip of his spent cock.

The subtle brush of your knee against his skin, the mere thought of burying his cock inside of you once more makes him flush, makes his cock wag.

“I’m not a cliché,” he purrs instead, his fingers grazing a long stroke down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You shiver, arching into him just as he expected you to. He’s already shifting slightly, holding you closer to him. You can feel the heat from his cock against your leg.

Eris pounces, rolling on top of you in a movement as swift as a fox, pinning you beneath him. He clasps your hands in his, holding them to the soft fabric of the sheets while he appraises you with shiny amber eyes.

“Cinnamon is the cliche and I’m worried you’ll leave me because you’ll realize you like Summer better. The oceans are vast, and with your powers, it will be much easier to learn and hone in on your skills there. I can’t teach you how to control water, and I am fire. You might find it much more comfortable than dry, old Autumn.”

He’s being honest, nervous.

“I might like Summer,” you nod, watching how his brows twitch with unease. He allows one of your hands to slip away and you brush his thick auburn hair from his eyes, tucking it around his pointed ear before moving to caress his face. He leans into your touch. He yearns for it. The calming sea to his raging flames. “But I’ll never like it as much as I love you, Eris.”

He nearly crumples. His arms shake and his heart strains in his chest at your words. He bites at his trembling lip to stop himself from whimpering. He’s weak. He hasn’t known you for long and half of the time he’d spent fighting you when he should’ve been loving you. But now…he’d do anything you ask. He wants to drown in your love.

“Besides,” you sigh, a teasing smile pulling the corners of your lips upwards. Eris nips at your finger playfully as you trace the bow of his mouth, already preparing a response to your joke, “Who wants to be a prune anyway? I’d much rather stay here in your cozy bed with you.”

His heart soars and he can’t hold himself back, drawn to the tantalizing water like a parched male, kissing across your cheeks and down your throat. He’s warm and it makes you shiver, nipples hardening into peaks as the muscles of his chest brush across them, a wildfire of lust courses through your veins.

“And your powers?” he prowls, a question against your mouth.

“You’ll build me a pool, won’t you?”

“I’ll build you anything you godsdamned want.”

Your languid hum pitches into a lewd moan as Eris’ fingers breeze down your body, leaving embers in their wake. He brushes up against your entrance, sliding easily against the wet folds of your cunt.

“Speaking of wet,” he puffs and you groan, shoving at his shoulders. His breathy laugh is hot against your cunt and your shoving only pushes the heir away from your lips and down your body instead, everywhere he touches becomes putty in his hands.

“No, you’ve ruined it now,” you groan but he’s laughing, prizing your legs apart from where you’re trying to clench them back together after his awful joke.

“C’mon, my Love. Don’t hide from me, I’m thirsty.”

You flush, beat red. You didn’t think that it could get any worse but it has. You hadn’t known that Eris would have such a comedic streak.

You press up onto your forearms, eyeing him where he’s playfully running his hands up and down your legs, nudging you to open them. “Really, Eris? I’m done now, all dried up down there, you’ve ruined it for yourself.” 

Your body betrays you, listens to the calling of your mate instead, legs falling open easily for the male before you and you curse under your breath at his knowing grin.

He kisses your skin, biting at the fleshy meat of your thigh, causing you to jump. He presses a single finger knuckle-deep into your pulsing cunt. The action has you keening, his long digit pushed up inside of you without warning, unmoving but there.

He watches as you squirm, sucking his finger in with your heat. He’s achingly hard, gaze hot as your hips writhe down on him, walls clenching, trying to pull him in further. You are like putty in his hands, all from a single touch.

He hopes that his courtiers will be this keen to take his commands, once he is crowned High Lord.

“I’m about to ruin you,” your name is solace on his tongue, “Again.”

You don’t have the breath to respond because he’s driving the air from your lungs, replacing his finger with hot tongue, tasting your wetness. 

His tongue is nearly scorching as you seize around it. He’s burning your entire body in the best way. Eris jackknives his tongue into you with fervor and your mind goes dizzy. It might be the best thing you’ve ever felt, especially when he snakes a finger up to your clit, rolling it like he’d memorized the rhythm that had gotten you off the first time you’d slept together.

He hadn’t done this the first time.

Eris must catch the question trying to claw its way from your throat, the guttural noise sounding something akin to one, you think, because he’s answering with a sinful smile.

“Couldn’t have shown you all of my tricks on the first go around, Love. Have to keep you interested.”

“I think I’ll–” you gasp in pleasure as he licks up your cunt, melting at the way your body reacts to him, “I’ll always be interested in you, Eris. Because I have never loved anything such as I love you.”

Your name is a plea from his lips, hot against your core. It makes you tremble. It makes you ache.

He’s all consuming as his tongue works quicker now, licking long stripes up the length of your cunt and then some, tracing swoops and arches like the runes of a bargain.

You’d never been so thankful for your mate’s control over flames as you reach your peak, grabbing his head with both of your hands so you can grind against him.

Eris’ hands snake around your waist, pulling you tighter, burying himself into you, wild and uncaring, the feeling of you so close to the edge a hot brand across the bond–

You cum with a cry of his name on your lips, a prayer all the same.

But he’s not done with you yet.

He gives you no reprieve as he nips at your sensitive clit, drawing a strained yelp from you, your tightly shut eyes snapping open as he climbs up your body, kissing his way up, his chest brushing against your overheated skin.

Eris presses a long, hot kiss to your heart, the thrumming beat of it pulses against his mouth, making him tingle. He can’t help when his hips dip down, cock brushing through the wetness of your cunt, dragging groans from the both of you that mingle in the silent room.

There’s a faded strip of light seeping through the sliver of the curtains, framing the apples of his cheeks, the bridge of his straight nose. His freckles nearly glow in the growing light, debris of ember against his pale skin.

The rising sun only reminds you that your time here is nearly over. Soon it will be morning and with that comes reality. The reality that your sisters will find out you’ve escaped their clutches in favor of the fiery tempered heir to the Autumn Court’s throne, that you and Eris will somehow also have to survive the throes of Autumn, his father and fucked up brothers.

Neither of you has the perfect family.

But when his lips meet your own, all of your worries melt away.

You thread your fingers through his already tangled hair, reveling in the feeling of him against your mouth, against your body, smothering you like the wildfire he is.

“What do you want, my Love? Anything. Name it and you shall have it,” Eris mutters against your lips, the words of a man on his knees before his Queen.

And while he’s referring to what you want next from him; his cock stuffed deep inside of your cunt or your throat, you riding his face, anything, your mind shifts from sexual favors to something far more serious.

He’d felt the fracture of your pleasure when you’d been reminded of the upcoming days events, a stab of pain down the bond when your mind had wandered for a fleeting moment.

This is no light promise. You know this. Understand that he doesn’t mean he will give you a kiss if you ask, his cock if you beg. Eris is prepared to go to war for you, burn down Prythian if that is what you want, what will make you happy. He is utterly entrapped by you.

He’d stifle himself if it means keeping you alive.

Your heart swells, aching in the best way. You’d hated being a fae, but now, finding what Feyre and Nesta both had…you would never wish for something other than this. Other than him. 

Eris coos softly, brushing a tear from your cheek, shed from his heartfelt words. You feel too much, it’s nearly drowning to feel how much he loves you, pouring through the bond as you stare up at him, clutching him tightly, in your own little world inside of an inn with your mate.

But there’s something else, that scalding burn of your anger, beneath it all. It bubbles to the surface at his promise to you, your mind flickering from how in awe you are of your perfect mate to your sisters and their counterparts. How they’d made your business everyone’s business, letting them speak when it was not in their command to do so. How they kept from you, plotted for you, forced you into doing their dirty work.

They’d never get their alliance now. Not if you had anything to do with it.

Sensing the shift in your emotions, Eris hugs you tighter, kissing the crown of your head. You’re brewing with it now, gaze simmering with something wicked. It excites him, seeing that hard look in your eyes, makes him want to take you all over again, let you do anything you want to him. He’d fall to his knees for that look alone.

“I want power. I want to show them that I’m not some fragile thing that needs protecting. I want to be a force that they constantly look over their shoulder for.”

The curve of his mouth is unholy when he responds, amber eyes glittering with pride.

“The only way to get power, Love, is to take it.”

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[sitp-recs]

one of my favourite micro-tropes is when the characters wake up next to each other after sleeping together (not necessarily in an explicit way) for the first time. i love them seeing each other in their vulnerable, morning-cozy states. and i looove when one of them wakes up before the other and freely explores the other’s features in the morning light. i love the gentle secret touches, the groggy voices, the unabashed morning breath kisses.

i was wondering if you had any favourite morning-after scenes yourself (i’m mostly a drarry fiend, but i’d love to hear any others you might have!) and if you’d be willing to share them? :)

Hi anon! That’s indeed a lovely micro trope, I adore fics exploring those quiet moments of tender non-sexual intimacy. I’m listing a few favourites below, you’ll notice some works by @the-starryknight who writes it so brilliantly!

halcyon days by thestarryknight (T, 1.3k)

Sleepy mornings caught while the sun rises are reserved for silly word games and soft touches and feelings.

After sunlit days, one thing stays the same by flightinflame (T, 2k)

Harry wakes up sore after a full moon. Luckily, Draco is beside him, and knows how to handle it.

Boldly by thestarryknight (T, 5k)

Tucked away in the newly restored bedroom at Potter's Cottage, Draco and Harry set their resolutions for the new year. Epilogue for A Room Up There (And You In It)

Confessions in a Lover's Whorl by thestarryknight (T, 2.6k)

In the mornings when Harry remains asleep, Draco tracks the stories of their life together in the lines of Harry’s upturned palm.

Stay (With Me) by DorthyAnn (M, 6.5k)

Harry and Draco have been seeing each other casually, whenever they bumped into one another at Galas and Balls and other social events, always keeping one another at a careful distance. But one step forward seems to remove all space between them, sending them crashing together with an almost inevitable gravity.

[chaenniz]

Hi! It's actually my first time to request but can you make a Danielle angst? Im craving for it for days already:) thank you and please have a nice day:)

(Forgive me for my bad english)

-🍀

drew barrymore - marsh danielle

A/N ;; first time writing angst,, hope it’s to your liking anon! was listening to this while writing

genre ;; angst

wc ;; 1.6k

it was a cozy café on a rainy afternoon when destiny intervened, casting its enchanting spell upon your lives.

seeking solace from the downpour outside, you found refuge in the warm embrace of the café, its aromatic scents of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods dancing in the air.

little did you know that the tantalizing aroma of dark chocolate would lead you to a serendipitous encounter with marsh danielle, the best and worst thing that could’ve happened to your life.

as you approached the counter to order your favorite hot beverage, drenched from the rain outside, your eyes were drawn to a mesmerizing sight.

there stood danielle, her radiant smile reflecting the golden hues of the café lights. she delicately held a piece of dark chocolate, admiring it with a childlike wonder, as if it held the secrets of the universe within its velvety embrace.

curiosity piqued, you found yourself unable to resist the pull of this captivating scene. with a touch of courage, you approached danielle, catching her attention as you both reached for the same piece of dark chocolate. your fingertips brushed against each other, igniting a subtle spark that lingered in the air.

"seems like we have the same taste in chocolate," you remarked, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

danielle's eyes met yours, a mix of surprise and intrigue dancing in their depths. a warm blush painted her cheeks as she returned your playful banter, "well, i guess great minds think alike."

an effortless conversation ensued, flowing as smoothly as the warm streams of coffee. you found out that danielle was a trainee for hybe, set to debut in an upcoming group named “newjeans.”

hours melted away like chocolate in the sun as you conversed with each other as if you’ve known the other your entire life.

in the gentle lull of conversation, danielle reached for the remaining piece of dark chocolate, a silent invitation extended between you.

as she broke off a small portion, her hand extended toward you, offering a taste of the bittersweet delight.

with a mix of anticipation and reverence, you accepted the piece of chocolate, allowing its rich flavors to envelop your senses.

in that moment, it was as if time stood still, capturing the essence of this delicate connection forged over a simple piece of chocolate.

as the rain continued to drizzle outside, you thanked the universe for allowing you to cross paths with marsh danielle.

oh, just how wrong you were then.

about 8 months after the cafe encounter, danielle had been your world, the love of your life. but lately, something felt off.

the warmth in her touch had turned cold, and her once vibrant smile seemed forced. you couldn't shake the feeling that she was slipping away, and it ate at you day by day.

one evening, as you sat alone in your room, you decided to watch your girlfriend’s videos.

you don’t know when it happened, but insecurities flooded your mind, and the comparisons to haerin, danielle’s fellow group member, and one she was particularly touchy with, became inescapable.

haerin possessed a captivating presence, with her charismatic smile and mesmerizing talent. the more you watched her perform, the more you found yourself questioning your own worth.

after all, you were a nobody. you weren’t a member of the monster rookie girl group, newjeans. you were just somebody who got lucky by having the chance to meet and befriend them before their stardom.

as you kept watching newjeans fans’ videos, you realized that danielle and haerin had been shipped and edited together a lot.

you wondered if danielle had found solace in haerin's arms, if she had been captivated by her effortless charm, like she once was with you.

the doubt and self-criticism began to poison your mind, overshadowing your once-confident spirit. you questioned your every move, dissecting your every flaw, and wondering if you could ever measure up to haerin.

it felt as if you were in a constant competition, and you were losing.

the weight of your insecurities became unbearable, and the truth finally came crashing down on you. a close friend, hanni, unable to bear witness to your suffering any longer, revealed the painful secret to you over a facetime call:

“y/n, danielle’s been seeing haerin behind your back.”

it was as if the world crumbled beneath your feet. the pain of betrayal mixed with the feelings of inadequacy, creating an explosive cocktail of heartbreak and anger.

no, that couldn’t be right. your danielle was walking ray of sunshine, there’s no way she would have done something as vile as that to you.

before you could defend your girlfriend, hanni sends you a picture of danielle and haerin kissing.

you felt your heart break into several pieces, speechless at what hanni had just sent you.

you begin to feel the airway in your throat constricting, with a choked voice, you quickly end your call with hanni.

you listen to the the opening of the door to yours and danielle’s shared apartment. the same apartment that danielle begged her manager for because she couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you. you’re taken out of your thoughts as jingling keys progressively getting louder.

“hi baby,” danielle weakly smiled at you, “i’m going to wash up and rest. today’s schedule was tough.”

normally, you would have been more understanding, but hanni’s call from earlier today lingered on your mind.

“dani, we need to talk.” you affirm, your eyes locking onto hers.

danielle looks confused for a bit before writing you off, “i’m really tired, can’t we talk tomorrow?”

you decided to rip the band aid right off, “are you cheating on me, marsh danielle?”

danielle’s eyes pop out of her head, “w-what do you mean?”

you begin to feel the tears in your eyes well up. you show danielle the picture hanni sent you. “please don’t tell it’s what i think it is.”

silence is all you recieve from danielle.

"how could you do this to me? to us?" you cried out, your voice laced with pain and trembling with emotion.

danielle's face paled, her eyes filled with remorse as she struggled to find the right words. "i... i'm sorry," she stammered, tears welling up now too. "i never meant to hurt you. it was a mistake, a moment of weakness."

her words fell on deaf ears as your heart shattered further. the confrontation turned messy as your anger consumed you, your emotions boiling over.

"a moment of weakness? that's not an excuse!" you yelled, your voice filled with righteous fury. "you betrayed me, danielle. you threw away everything we had for a fleeting desire!"

the room fell silent again as tension hung thick in the air. danielle’s eyes shifting guiltily away from you. the pain etched on your face was palpable, a rawness that couldn't be concealed.

the truth hung heavy in the air as the confrontation reached its boiling point. the room felt suffocating, tension crackling like electricity between you and danielle.

"you think you can just cheat on me and then apologize? is that what this is?" you spat, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and hurt. “do you have nothing else to say?”

danielle's eyes glanced towards yours before it quickly darted away again, unable to meet your gaze. "i... i didn't mean for it to happen," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

"didn't mean for it to happen? how can you say that?" you exclaimed, frustration and pain fueling your words. "you knew exactly what you were doing when you got involved with haerin."

her shoulders slumped as guilt washed over her features. "i know i messed up. i never wanted to hurt you," she admitted, tears now streaming down her face without stop.

"you had a choice, danielle.” you steady your shake breath before speaking again, “you had a choice, and you chose to betray me." you stated, your voice filled with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief.

silence engulfed the room for a third time as the weight of the truth settled in. the echoes of the argument reverberated through your mind, each word etching itself into your memory. the pain and anger surged within you, threatening to consume you entirely.

“how long has it been going on for?” you try your best to question calmly.

“four months.”

four months. danielle’s words had left you estranged. four months where danielle had been unfaithful to you without you even realizing, you thought.

“why?” you ask, tears dropping as you try to wipe them off.

“i just got so lonely and-“ danielle tries to explain her side of things, but you cut her off.

“no. you don’t get to say that you’ve been lonely, danielle.” your voice raises in volume, “how did you think i felt when you had to travel around the world for months at a time to shoot for your music videos?!?”

in that moment, you realized that forgiveness was not something you were ready to offer.

the betrayal ran deep, tearing at the very fabric of your trust and love. it was a wound that could not be easily mended.

so, you made a decision. you couldn't continue living in the shadow of danielle's betrayal. the comparisons to haerin, the self-doubt, and the pain—they were no longer your burden to bear.

with a heavy heart, you turned away from danielle, unable to bear the sight of her.

the relationship you had cherished was now tarnished, irreparably broken. the confrontation had become the turning point, the moment when you knew you could no longer hold onto what was shattered.

as you walked away from danielle’s cries for you to stop, that you two could figure this out, you gathered your belongings, the echoes of your argument and her cries slowly fading into the distance. the messy confrontation had revealed the true colors of your relationship, forcing you to confront the painful reality.

love had always been bitter, much like the dark chocolate danielle had given you the very first day you met.

A/N ;; i love dark chocolate actually

[humbuns]

Hello!!! I am so in love with how your portrayal of ntmg (and tsumugi specifically) in your artworks... As somebody who visits the ntmg tag on here super frequently, I always get so excited whenever I see you post art of them. Without fail I will always freak out and stare at it for at least five minutes every single time, and even then I'll be thinking of it for the rest of the day. I really love seeing ntmg drawn together in more domestic settings, so your latest piece was truly such a treat to wake up to... It is so cozy and refreshing to look at in a way I can't really put into words. Seeing them together in simple, domestic scenarios is always so comforting, they deserve it so much. (Tsumugi's ponytail is also so cute, I really love how you draw his hair!) Ntmg have been my favourite ship in any media for around two years now, and out of all the artwork I've seen of them, your pieces are easily some of my favourites. You portray them in a way which is so warm and lovely, which I always wish I'd see more of in content of them. Thank you so so much for your contributions to ntmg nation!!

right through the heart aughghh (/pos)..... i always doubt just a bit whenever i draw ntmg because it feels too, idk, specific (it's canon-passable at least) so I'm glad you like them!!

it's like what you said, i really do love drawing them in domestic scenes (someone mentioned in tags that it feels down-to-earth which is :]!! ) so if anything sweet anon, i feel more reassured now because i do genuinely love them as charas and i want to do them justice!!!! if i can make one ntmg fan be happy this way, i guess i am!!!

[hyukascampfire]

🌰 here! hi ashlynn, how was your weekend? i hope you got to rest a lot ♡ i’m glad you like the pseudonym; grilled chestnuts are my favourite winter snack so it was an easy choice to make.

and wow, the plot thickens! it seems we’re hurtling right towards the foreshadowed duel between prince and rebel! (i’m putting my money on ▇▇▇▇.) i must say, though, i really love the contrast between the ways in which you developed mc’s chemistry with both contenders. while her interactions with yeonjun all take place in romantic, grand and/or dreamlike decors, her little moments with taehyun are often set in bleak, humble and/or dangerous places. there’s also, obviously, the fact that yeonjun is so expressive about his feelings and taehyun, so reserved about his. it should feel like one has an edge over the other… and yet! and yet, the romance never feels like it’s unequally distributed. (although i suppose taehyun and mc’s “pay-off” has yet to occur? it appears to me that it did sort of happen in the last chapter, since making himself understood is his biggest struggle and he did, in fact, manage to make his intentions clear for once... but then he fucked up? what was the “pay-off” of yeonjun and mc’s romantic storyline, btw? to me it would seem like the part where he kneels in public but idk how everyone else perceives it!) either way, i find that mc has as much tension with taehyun as she does with yeonjun and only a fantastic writer could achieve such mastery. i don’t think i should be reading this for free. oh, i also love how the notion of “promise” was brought up several times in part five. the subtle references to the star seekers lore in your own lore are *chef’s kiss*

thanks for the kind words last time! now that i’m done rambling, i have another test to go study for (◞‸◟) know that i’m also rooting for you in return!

oh my gosh i was so excited to see this ask when i woke up 😣 my weekend has been nice but a lil busy because i’m preparing for a trip! i’ve never tried grilled chestnuts (i actually have no idea what a chestnut tastes like) but now i want some. they sound so cozy and all i can think of is that one christmas song line about chestnuts roasting over the fire 🙂‍↕️

things are definitely getting more tense between taehyun and yeonjun. yeonjun is NOT afraid to overstep and taehyun… i can’t say what i want to say here 🤭

i’m so glad that you guys are able to feel the difference. i tried to be very intentional in the portrayal of the two different lifestyles that MC leads when interacting with the both of them! i hoped to make the reader feel the difference in the scenes to subconsciously sort of feel the same way that MC feels, loving the wist with yeonjun and then brought right back down to earth when interacting with taehyun. i think there’s also something to be said about how MC doesn’t really tackle or think about her problems with yeonjun, but when she’s around taehyun she usually is forced to contend with them.

i think that the payoff for taehyun has definitely not come yet, and yeonjun’s (in my opinion) comes a little later as well. you’ll just have to wait and see…. >:) yeonjun’s confession scene was definitely a massive payoff, though. maybe the ‘big’ moment between them, but i’m not 100% sure, we’ll see how things happen 😭

also PLS😭 TSFAWC is going to end up being around the average fantasy novel length when it’s done, i feel it :,)

wishing you so much luck on your test! oh my god, they’ve got you guys working hard out here ⁉️⁉️🫤 you’re all smart cookies, i can tell just by how in depth you guys are with your theories and stuff. you’ll do amazing i know it! love u 🌰 anon!!!

[suenitos]

Share some of those dnf actors au fics with the class

hii anon ^^ i know its a bit late but here are some ones i personally liked

you know (you'll always know me) - sweeterthanandy

definitely super alternate universe, the premise is george is a famous semi washed up actor who goes back to his hometown in missouri to film a movie that could bring back his career, where dream has been waiting for him after he left, now owner of a coffee shop they frequented as teenagers. i actually hadn't read this before but i liked it! the worldbuilding was easily the best part for me and i like dnfs characterizations in this one

requiem for an idiot in love - orphaned

dnf meet as small actors during an audition, becoming friends, falling into domesticity and getting casted together with everyone on set thinking they're a couple until they end up together. super cute, one note is i dont like how the writer wrote q's dialogue (not a super major character but there), it's very babys first bilingual character but it's easy to ignore he's there lol. love the dnf dynamic here

television static - effervescentlies

dnf are actors who don't get along until they get cast as the main lead lovers in a movie, slowly falling for each other after the director recognizes their natural chemistry on set. REALLY good i think the writing style is awesome and i love coming back to it

the star that looks at me - elytrabun

actor george gets assigned a bodyguard, dream, who he eventually warms up to and falls for after initially disapproving of having a bodyguard. this one is much more focused on the bodyguard and relationship development aspects but i still like it, although im not obsessed with the emotional climax. cozy read though

hop inside (come see my movie) - orphaned

dnf notting hill au where dream is a famous actor who visits georges small bookshop in london and they run into each other, falling into a whirlwind romance. ive rec'ed this one before, i just love the dynamics between george and the rest of the characters (kq warning) but most of all dream. if you know the plot of notting hill you already know how it goes but i think the dnf dynamic is what sets this fic apart from the source material

nepotism, baby! - hayloftown

george is a famous nepotism actor who gets sent to dreams family's farm by his father to lay low in anticipation of a big pr scandal. i like the worldbuilding and character work in this one, really getting into dnf's brains and what theyre thinking as they navigate their relationships. definitely more of a further alternate universe than some of these other ones (as in it feels more like ocs than dnf sometimes) and the actor aspect isn't as focused on as much as the general tribulations of fame and being in the public eye but i still include it because it was a fun read

for all the fallen stars - L4UNDRYBEAR, putthycat

george is an actor in LA struggling to get roles when he meets dream, a famous established actor who has disappeared from the public eye for a year. i like that this one has a lot more of the acting aspect, though it can feel a bit dramatic at times if thats not your jam. references to drugs, panic attack scenes, implied abuse, and feral boys inclusion

i want more life - tippysleeps

not technically an actor au since they slip in and out of their dsmp characters but im still counting it because of the stage play format and the fact that they are acting in some ways. very well executed i love it also THE WHETHER mention. good stuff, honored that this fic was written for cdnfweek too :')

stage left - anonymous

rec'ed this one before too! another not technically actor au its more of a roleplaying their dsmp characters situation while having sex but it changed my brain chemistry. they got their happy ending :( and i really love how their dialogue is written in this one. so so so fantastic this will always be famous

[gendervapor14]

I've read a lot of your stories (and liked them a lot) so I'm wondering how you plan out longer fics? I feel like I want to add to the Corazon pile but I don't really know where to start

anon.... [steps closer and kisses you on the head] thank you. i had an entire work shift to think about this and i still haven't come up with a clear answer 😅 but i will certainly offer all the help and advice i can!!

starting is my favorite part!! you need some sort of idea. doesn't have to be anything crazy. (i'm sure you have plenty!) for instance, the idea that inspired me to write 01746 was "i want rosinante to have a proper backstory." for two fights for freedom, the idea was "i want cora and bell-mere to live and have a nice family together". i think vaguer ideas are more likely to lead to larger stories, but as i'm sure you've seen, i tend to write a lot (a decent portion of my multichaps were supposed to be oneshots) but regardless of length, every good story starts with the desire to put an idea out there, and i get the feeling you've got that part covered!

in terms of physically writing, this is where things get a little tricky. bigger stories tend to involve planning. personally, i'm a pantser. my natural writing process involves no planning. nowadays i do a ton of planning, but that's because i've taken on a ton of hours at work, so i don't have the time to sit around and experiment with my writing anymore. if i want a story to go a certain direction, i need to have some sort of guideline to keep me on track with time. so consider how much free time you have. if you have a lot, you might not have to worry too much about outlining or making mistakes, because you'll have plenty of time to fool around and fix things.

(also worth noting it IS just fanfiction, and the post button is not setting your words in stone. i've edited plenty of things after posting, made some major edits too! that's always okay. it's just fanfiction :) i've never had a reader get upset about me tweaking previous chapters.)

in terms of guidelines or no guidelines, it depends on you and your story! like i said, i write by the seat of my pants, so guidelines tend to confuse me. maybe you're similar. or maybe you LOVE a guideline! outlines are good because they're flexible. even if it's a simple breakdown of some basic plot points you think would be neat. for two fights for freedom, i have an outline that lists every chapter and every scene within every chapter. pretty detailed. took a long time to make it though, and i'm constantly tweaking it. for 01746, i used a physical whiteboard with random notes and diagrams, but there wasn't any structural planning until probably the last ten chapters. with 01746, canon provided a lot of substance for me, where with two fights for freedom, almost the entire story is my own, extremely canon divergent, so it's more weight for me to bear. your need for an outline or notes may depend on how much weight you can carry to make the story cohesive.

NOW don't let any of that scare you!! usually when i begin a big multichap, i don't start with an outline. i just write something. i try my idea out, if that makes sense. sometimes what i start writing becomes chapter one, or maybe it'll become part of the summary, or maybe it'll be the plot twist in chapter seventy-two. in the beginning, it doesn't matter what comes out of your hands. get cozy with your idea and let it fill you with excitement and inspiration. you can worry about organization afterwards.

sorry if this was a bit indecipherable or unclear 😅 with every story i write, i try something new! fanfic writing for me is a great way to hone my skills and experiment, so i don't have a scientific method quite yet. i just try to learn about myself as much as possible and have fun along the way! and i hope you're able to do the same!!

i'm around if you ever need more help! you can always DM or shoot me another ask, i don't mind at all! i really flung a lot of words at you here so feel free to narrow me down to a more specific concern whenever. i wish you great luck on your projects 🍀 this world always needs more added to the cora pile ♥ and feel free to hmu if you do end up posting something!! i'd love to check it out 👀

[edwardskhakipants]

are you working on any fics? would you be willing to share what they're about? also, how it your original story coming along? I know we usually ask you about twilight but I'd be interested in hearing about your original work too.

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the ask. I am currently working on three fics and one personal project.

See the Stars is fully written. It's not written well, yet, but it's written. I'll go through at edit during my Christmas break.I hope to start posting in the New Year and finally, finally finish my Canon-divergent fic.

The two others are in various stages of complition. I have 30k written for my plus size Bella AH AU fic. I hope that will be ready to post right after See the Stars is complete. In this fic, Edward is an artist and Bella is his muse. Edward is too stupid to realize he's in love with her and Bella is to stubborn to admit she's in love with him. It's going to be fluffy, cute, and short.

The other fic was a request where Bella and Edward met before she moved to Forks. I'm rewatching Gimore Girls right now, so Edward and Bella will have major Rory/Jess vibes. I have a post around here with a complete outline, but the gyst is Edward and Bella met while she was on vacation with Charlie. Edward never contacts her after she leaves, because he knows nothing can happen between them. Edward is there when Bella moves to Forks, and she thinks he's a liar and a jerk. He doesn't correct her. As of right now, i have a few scenes written out that i couldn't get out of my head. It has so far to go, it'll probably be a few months until I can start posting that one.

My personal project is a mermaid book! Like my fic, it's called Undertow, but it is nothing like my fic. The rules for the mermaids stayed the same and the MMC will learn sign language to speak to the mermaid, but that's where the similarities end. It's going to be a cozy, sweet story set in the PNW (because i have to) about the joy of being human and the discovery that purpose does not necessarily equate to greatness. I don't want to give too much away, but my male main character moves to a small town to escape his previous life, finds a job as a barista, and becomes smitten by a shy, quiet girl. Wells is my perfect male main character: awkward, a sad, wet cat, and God's perfect himbo with no thoughts and a heart of gold. And i give to him what all himbos deserve: a lesbian best friend and a love interest who can kill him.

Should i share a few completed chapters with you guys? Would anyone be into that?

Thank you so much for your interest!!!! it means so much to me.

[ginnsbaker]

finally got a chance to sit down and read your replies about the latest chapter and reply to my own ask

(https://www.tumblr.com/ginnsbaker/749410567373160448/hi-hello-oh-my-gosh-the-amount-of-times-ive)

(i’ve also reread the latest chapter again… my god… that kiss scene… it lives rent free in my brain.) (and of course you left it on a cliffhanger again.)

we’re in fall now!!! yessss i’m imagining leigh in those slightly large sweatshirts.. how cozy…

and i will trademark those quotes thank you very much! (i won’t lie i’ve used it in a previous piece of writing of mine and it just clicked again in my brain when i read this recent chapter.)

no it’s not my first ask! i’ve had a few here already, i said i would be back for the chapters and insane words i have to spew when i’m gushing about *your* words and so i’ve returned again! <3 i’m not sure which emojis are already in use though… is ☁️ alright?

also please link your buymecoffee!! i would love to support you further, you’ve easily become one of my favorite writers!!!

Hi ☁️ anon! Yes, it's perfectly okay for you to claim this emoji :)

here is my buymecoffee, and you're not obliged to donate or anything, i just set this up for people to download my compilations instead of giving them google drive links :)

Thank you once again for reading If I bleed :) see you on Wed!

[spookygingerr]

Is shameless prestige tv?

Hi Anon!

I hope your day is going well :)

I'm not gonna lie, I had never heard of that term before so I did some research. So let's see...

From what I can gather, prestige tv is defined in a lot of different ways by different people, so I'm just gonna analyse shameless in regards to some of these definitions/traits of prestige tv that I found online.

First of all here prestige tv is described as 'Water Cooler tv'

What this means is a tv show that everyone seems to be watching that you discuss over the water cooler in the office. I don't think from my experience that shameless is that, however it did finish 3 years ago and I am in the UK so a US fan that watched the show in real time would be a better judge of that. I however would argue that we don't have water cooler tv shows anymore for a large variety of reasons. First of all, everyones algorithm is so personalised that someone who is an A class celebrity to one person is unknown to the next. Think back to Britney Spears reign, everyone new her, I don't think we really have celebs like that anymore. Of course there are Taylor Swift and Harry Styles at the moment but I imagine that it is easy for anyone who's not a fan to limit their exposure to them. I have a lot of Taylor on my timelines because I am a big fan, but I never see Harry anymore because I never liked the videos or even watched them through so the algorithm stopped showing me. Maybe in the first few seasons Shameless in the US was inescapable for the wider society, like Glee or One Direction, all around the same time, but like I said, I can't vouch for that. Secondly, the way we consume tv has changed. I personally didn't watch shameless until 2022 and binge watched it all on Netflix over a few weeks. Streaming has really altered how we consume. We don't all watch the same shows at the same time with ad breaks like we did 15-20 years ago so it is hard for anything to be water cooler tv. In the UK the only shows that fit this standard are reality shows such as Love Island and I'm a Celebrity Get me Out of Here but I've noticed that even those don't have the water cooler tv title they did 10 years ago, likely because people can be binging shows on Netflix on a Friday night instead of tuning in to live reality tv.

Next up, here one feature of prestige tv is colour scheme/lighting

Prestige tv uses colour and lighting to set the tone, the article describes this as being dark, muted colours. I think shameless definitely makes use of colour to set the scene and help tell the story but they don't just use muted colours. In the early seasons there is a gorgeous grainy quality that feels comfortable and nostalgic. The Gallagher house is full of yellows and muted warm colours that help us feel safe and loved there, just look how cozy this video is. The Milkovich house on the flip side feels very cold and clinical. Look here, and this is Mickey's room which is the cosiest room in the entire house... still cold and depressing. Even the exterior of Kev and V's house being a pillow box red is a nod towards their passionate love.

Boobs

No seriously, the article said prestige tv shows full boob and shameless does that!

Self-awareness

I'm on that same article, according to Vulture, prestige tv has self awareness, shameless does to an extent. Of course there's the 'here's what you missed last week on shameless' where the actors stay in character which breaks down the fourth wall a little. Similarly there are a few pop culture references, Lip mentions Sue from Glee to Mandy (I can't find it on yt and he uses two slurs so I don't wanna repeat it), letting us know that the same tv shows exist in the shameless universe. Fun fact, Mike O'Malley who plays Burt Hummel on Glee (Kurt's dad) was a writer on Shameless! And of course Mickey watches Riverdale in season 11. I think these all count as self awareness.

Thus, yeah in my opinion I think Shameless could be considered prestige tv, as much as any show could be in the streaming age. But I am incredibly biased.

I have absolutely no business analysing tv, I literally heard the term 'prestige tv' for the first time today, but if anyone wants to discuss further, or listen to me yap more then lemme know!