#hope this is okay; i'm in that rut where i feel like everything i write is hot garbage lol

[earthshiiine]

|| @lifefcrged liked for a starter!

A low hum rang through the Gorinth canyon, a sharp wind that reverberated between her ear drums and the rock walls that trapped her. In the distance, hymns of metal, clanking and rusting and sweltering, reminded her of Balmorra’s place in the galaxy-- and her own. When the Sith Empire had claimed Moraine Territory, they had been swift, upheaving and decimating villages under the claim of uprooting resistance groups. Maybe-- Eleanor knew that an uprising had occurred, yet-- the Sith weren’t known for patience. 

Besides, the territory was beneficial, strategically speaking; she knew better than to mention that. 

Today, a trek out of the lab and into the smog-dimmed light of day. She’d ran low on supplies, and rather than trusting another intern with a sharp mouth and awful inability to dodge blaster bolts, it may as well have been her to carry the requisition slips. 

And, ah, there is something to be said about the scent of durasteel and smoke to whet one’s appetite for a shred of freedom.

     “Lovely weather we’re having,” accent dripped from her mouth like molasses, having learned a bit of sarcasm and just now trying to see how it tasted. Unaware of her companion, aside from a humanoid-shaped shadow in her peripheral. “The ash tastes better today.”

[dpspcehntr]

hiii!! i saw your requests were open and i love your writing style so much so i thought id give an ask!!

could i please request a rafayel x reader smut where the reader is an author, hmo on this. i've seen so many fics of raf painting on the reader, the roles reversed with the reader writing the most poetic things about everything they love about him on his skin and teasing him with the pen? yeah. can we tell this has been on my mind for awhile?

please don't feel pressured to do this either!! i hope you're taking care of yourself, please don't forget to drink some water

- 💐[if taken, im okay with any other emoji you assign 🫂]

Hello 💐anon I absolutely adore this ask! I think it plays well with the switch x switch dynamic I have for Raf and MC! And i will take care of myself anon, I need to make sure I'm in tip top shape to keep writing! I took a big chug of water before I wrote this just for you 😉🤗

My ask box is officially OPEN! Send me your requests, thoughts, head canons, anything you want! Before you send, please read the rules!

Warnings: suggestive content, grinding, teasing, dry humping (if you squint)

“Hold still! You’re so wiggly.”

You press your hand onto his chest as the other picks up the marker. Underneath you Rafayel is laying on his back trying every so often to see what you’re doing. He huffs and settles back down onto the mattress. With a steady hand you begin writing, using him as a canvas for your next love poem.

“I hope this one makes it into your next book. Otherwise I’ll be pretty salty.”

You lightly tap his thigh and lean into his ear. You hear his breath quicken as you press yourself onto him.

“Shut the fuck up or you’ll ruin the whole thing.”

You plant a kiss right on his jaw before pulling away completely. You press the marker into his skin once again and begin writing. You silently send a thank you to Lemuria for sending you a man with so much space to write. Your focus is so strongly planted within each word you write that you are oblivious to the man underneath you. As you rock back and forth on him trying to find a good angle to write, the man beneath you is slowly loosing his composure. Your hands graze his nipples as you continue to write down his chest. Sitting on top of him in his shirt and not much else has his mind wandering. His breath is shallow as he fights the urge to grind back into you. He keeps deathly still but he cannot focus on your words, instead he prays that you don't feel how hard he's getting. You on the other hand can barely focus on the words you're writing realizing how intimate this actually is. You took for granted how much he likes to paint on you, this is actually nerve wracking. All you want to go is kiss him but no you must stay focused, you're almost done. You wanted so badly to say fuck it and rut into him further. Surely there is a wet spot on his pants by now from how turned on you are. Both of you now are locked in a fierce battle of will power as your hand lingers dangerously close to the waistband of his pants.

"I'm almost done I promise."

You bite your lip as you put the finishing touches on your work. You plant a kiss on his chest for good keeping and pull back to give your handiwork another glance.

"Don't you dare move, let me get a picture."

You reach for your phone on the table next to the bed. His cheeks are flushed pink as his eyes trail your every move. Once you settle back in your spot do you realize how much he wants you. You give him an experimental grind pretending to get the perfect angle for your photo, feeling your own arousal throbbing for attention. You snapped a few more pictures than needed, wanting to tease him later for his facial expressions. You purposefully lean back over him to put your phone away, letting your chest sit right in front of his face. Once you settle down again you lean down and capture his lips into a desperate kiss. You both moan into the kiss and he grips your hips and grinds his hard on deep into you. Your underwear is ruined as you slip your tongue into his mouth. Your work is long forgotten as his hands slide up your body to press you closer to him. You pull away from the kiss for air and look down at him.

"My turn."

He uses his grip on your hips to flip you underneath him and pull you into another searing kiss, starting round two.

[clonetrooperjournals]

Yay! Thank you! Can I please request some angst and softness with bad batch era Echo where the reader and he are together but then the reader gets amnesia and forgets things? Is that too specific? Tysm!! And of course you can say no if you don’t like that idea! I just love how your wrote echo in the wedding piece 💗💗

Summary : On a mission with Rex you get yourself blown up and lose your memories of the last year you spent fighting for clones rights, and more importantly your boyfriend. Pairings : TBB Echo x Fem! reader (senators aide) Warnings : angst, mentions of being blown up, amnesia, fluff, happy ending Words : 3.2k Masterlist here A/N : Thank you so much for being my first request! I hope you love it like I do! I started writing and couldn't stop (I'm so sorry it was not supposed to be this long!) dividers by @saradika-graphics

Echo paces back and forth while Rex gives the briefing on the next mission. He’s listening but he can’t keep still, he hasn’t been able too since you got hurt, since you forgot everything. Rex has been sympathetic during this time, understanding that his brother is suffering.  

“Echo if you pace any more there will be ruts in the floor” 

Echo stops not realizing he’d been doing it, again, “Sorry Rex.” 

Rex walks over to him putting a hand on his shoulder, “I know you’re worried but, the senator has assured us that y/n is fine. The best thing for her recovery is to be where she remembers.” 

“And if she doesn’t remember?” Echo asks looking at his brother sadly, “If she doesn’t remember what we were?”  

“Y/n is a lot of things, including incredibly stubborn. I know she’ll come back to you... Just give her time.”  

Echo sighs, “Okay Rex...” 

... 

“How are you feeling today y/n?”  

“I’m well Senator, thank you.” 

Senator Chuchis shoulders slump like she was expecting a different answer. She had been doing that a lot ever since you woke up from your accident a few months ago. Apparently, you had been in some kind of explosion, but nobody would tell you why or where and the last thing you remember was helping plan a gala for the Senator that had apparently taken place a year ago. You don’t remember anything from the past year, so when you woke up to the senator and a group of clones in your hospital room, you thought you had done something drastic, and you were getting arrested. After assuring you that you were not getting arrested and that the clones there were friends of yours, the senator filled you in on the last year of your work. Well, most of it, you knew she had left out a lot of details, and when you would question her, she would always say the same thing. It will come back to you when you're ready.  

You knew Captain Rex, General Skywalkers right hand man, and the bad batch including Omega. It's hard to forget the clones with a reputation like theirs, but they all looked at you expectedly as they stood in your hospital room, like you were missing something big. Echo, who was a good friend of yours back from his arc trooper days, was working with Rex when he wasn’t with clone force 99. He was also the one holding your hand in the hospital room, looking devastated when they learned of your amnesia.  

The senator told you that she and you had been fighting for clone's rights, in the senate and in the shadows. Clones were seeking refuge after being rescued by Rex and his men and the saint that is your boss had been helping get all of them to safety. It was because of this that you got caught in an explosion but that's all you knew, and nobody would tell you the details.  

A comm chirp pierces the silence of the senator's office as she sets up the holo on her desk.  

Captain rex appears, “Hello Senator. Y/n.” 

You wave smiling, “Hello Rex.” 

“Hello Captain. What's your status?”  

“Mission successful. We’ll be planet side in one rotation with twenty rescued soldiers, no casualties.”  

Your head starts to throb, and a piercing pain starts to pinch behind your eyes. Not again. This had been happening off and on since your accident, but you’ve kept it to yourself. You pinch your nose bending over as the pain shoots through your head.  

“Y/n what’s wrong?” 

You see a holo on the senator's desk but not rex, its... you can’t tell. But you're laughing and smiling at the person on the other end.  

“I’ll see you soon my love. I miss you so much you have no idea...”  

“I miss you more. Next time I'm coming with you and I’m not taking no for an answer!”  

... 

“Y/n? Can you hear me?”  

You open your eyes and realize that you were sitting on the floor. Senator Chuchi stood over you with worried eyes while Rex and now Echo stood behind her in the holo also looking concerned. You sigh, “I’m alright. Sorry...”  

“No need to apologize my dear. Maybe we should call a med droid?”  

“No! No, I’m okay. I promise. Sorry boys, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”  

Echo sighs, “You really should see a med droid cya- I mean y/n. Just to be safe.” 

“No, I’m fine really, it’s just a headache.” 

“Well, you're taking the rest of the afternoon off to rest. No objections,” Chuchi turns back to Rex and Echo, “We’ll end it here for now. See you soon Captain, Echo.”  

Rex nods, “Senator. Y/n.”  

You see Echo frowning while looking at you, but nods to you both and the message ends. You don’t know why but seeing Echo worry makes your chest ache. Maybe you do need the med droid.  

You stand and Chuchi gives you another worried glance, “Would you like me to walk you back to your quarters?”  

“No thank you Senator... I’m sorry for worrying you.” 

She smiles putting a hand on your shoulder, “just go rest so you stop worrying me.” 

“Yes Senator.” You leave her office and head back to your room, the throbbing in your head now a dull ache.  

Once you arrive back in your room you head straight to your dresser grabbing your comfiest clothes so you can jump into bed and sleep off your headache when you hear something hit the back of your drawer. You reach under all your folded clothes till you find a small box. “What's this?” you ask yourself.  

You sit on your bed and open the small box gasping. Inside were two metal rings with the word forever engraved on them. Your heart starts to flutter as you realize what these are. Then your head starts to throb for the second time that day, the pain making you fall forward.  

“Do you think this is a bad idea?”  

“It’s a perfect idea my dear. I know he will say yes.” 

You sigh, “How can you be so sure?” 

“He looks at you like you created the galaxy. Trust me you have nothing to worry about.” 

“It’s not too soon?”  

“If the war has taught us anything it's that life is too short. You don’t want to have regrets. Ask him.” 

“Thank you for everything senator. You’ll be the first one to know!” 

She laughs, ‘I better be!”  

... 

You wake up on the floor, clutching the small box, your whole body aching from passing out on the cold floor. You stand up looking out the window to the sunlight just starting to peer through your window. You pick up your comm piece and see a message from the Senator saying to join her for breakfast. So, you put the rings in your pocket and start to get ready, taking the hottest shower you can stand, to help ease the aching muscles in your body as you think. 

You have a lover. One that the senator knows about, but she hasn’t said anything. You were in an explosion, you have amnesia, you don't remember him, and he doesn’t care? Hasn’t tried to contact you or check on you? Does he even know? Who is he? You must love him and he you, so where is he? Ugh now you’ve got another headache.   

After getting ready you head out to meet Senator chuchi in her office. The smell of caf and fruit fills your nose as you enter her office, “Morning Senator.”  

“Morning my dear. How are you feeling?”  

“Fine.” You grab a cup of caf and sit across from her going through files on your data pad. You look up at her questioningly, maybe you should just ask her who he is. 

“Is something the matter?” she asks you.  

You sigh, “No...”  

She eyes you worriedly but doesn’t comment on it, “okay... It’s going to be a busy day. Let's get started.” 

You worked straight through the day catching up on all the paperwork you didn’t get done yesterday well into the evening. The senator and yourself head out to a secret hangar on the lower levels of coruscant to meet the clones. You stand beside the senator as their ship lands on the platform. A blinding pain shoots through your head as you watch the ship platform lower and the clones come out.  

You run fast across the hangar and throw yourself into the arm of an already waiting soldier. You see his black and red armor wrap around you as he hugs you. You keep your face buried in his chest plate trying not to cry.  

“Did you miss me cyare?” 

You laugh, “just a little...” 

“Only a little huh? Guess I’ll have to be gone longer next time.” 

You pinch his side, “don’t even think about it!” 

He laughs squeezing you tighter, “wouldn’t dream of it my love.” 

... 

“Y/n? Y/n you good?”  

You open your eyes to see Echo standing in front of you, eyes wide with concern, his scomp cradling your face. He's wearing white armor that looks new, he must have taken it recently because it's still shiny. Behind him Rex and Senator are looking at you two curiously, but they don’t say anything.  

“I’m good. Sorry...” you say blushing under Echo’s gaze. 

Echo looks you over not believing you, “You’ve been saying that a lot lately.” 

You continue to look at Echo, every nerve ending firing around your body as your cheeks burn brighter. Maker has he always been so handsome? Stop. Stop. You have someone you love, a clone. Maybe Echo knows who it is? Why wouldn’t Senator chuchi tell you about your soldier? Unless he’s... gone? That would explain why he hasn’t tried to contact you. Maybe you don’t want to remember him and bring back heartache into your life...  

While you're having your internal debate you realize that Echo was still cradling your face with his scomp watching you gently. Your cheeks start burning all over again and you back away from him not seeing the hurt flash across his face before you look up at him, “I’m alright Echo. Sorry for worrying you... How was the mission?” 

Rex walks over then giving you a gentle smile, “Successful.” 

“My favourite word” you smirk at him.  

Senator Chuchi waves you three over, “come on the works not done yet.” 

The three of you head into the hangar as you go over everything you need to do for the newest clone refugees with Echo hovering just behind you the whole time, watching you closely. Your heart was racing, cheeks burning and head pounding as he kept close and after compiling a list on your data pad and already starting the next steps towards moving these soldiers to a safer location you and the Senator go to leave for the evening. Echo and Rex walk you outside to the speeder waiting for you both when something doesn’t feel right. You slow your walk and start looking around at all the buildings around you as you get closer to the speeder.  

Echo notices your pace slow down, “What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t know...”  

The four of you continue walking when you see it. On top of a building as a black silhouette of a person and the glint of a scope, “Stop!”  

Everyone freezes and looks to where your looking, Rex pushing the senator behind him. Before you can think you shove Echo away hard knocking him into Rex and the Senator just at the blaster shot hits the speeder blowing it up throwing you into the building.  

“Y/n!”  

You hear blaster shots, but you can’t open your eyes as your skull is pounding. The world around you goes black as you hear Echo yelling, “Please cyare! Not again! I can't lose you again!” 

... 

You had asked him on a date the day before the bad batch were leaving Coruscant. They had helped Senator chuchi expose general rampart and after exposing the truth of his lies the emperor swayed everyone in his favor and you lost what you had been fighting for. You were angry, and you left to go punch a wall when Echo came up to you chuckling.  

“Easy killer. The wall didn’t do anything but it’s job.” 

You sighed clutching your now aching hand, “Why aren’t you angry? They can’t do this to you all! You deserve so much better!”  

Echo grabs your bruising hand rubbing it gently in thought, “yes, we lost today but... If there are people like you and the senator to fight for us, then we still have a chance.” 

You smile at his words looking into his bright amber eyes, “You wanna geta drink with me?” 

He freezes looking at you, cheeks turning red, “a drink...?” 

“I’m asking you on a date Echo. I know you leave tomorrow so let me take you out tonight.” 

He smiles gently, “I’d like that.” 

Your first kiss was when he decided to leave Clone force 99 to help Rex. You had been messaging each other since he left after your date and the sparks were flying. You had been working with Rex and the senator starting the clone underground and helping any way you could. So, when Rex’s ship landed and Echo came out with him unexpectedly, you ran at him.  

He wasn’t expecting you to be there, but he was smiling brightly as he caught you in his arm, “well hello to you too I didn’t kn-”  

You didn’t let him finish before slamming your lips against his making him freeze. Rex walked away chuckling to himself at the awkwardness of his brother.  

You pulled away looking at Echo smiling, “Hi. I missed you.” 

His cheeks were bright red as he looked around at all the clones laughing and hollering, but you didn’t care. He looked down at your eyes that sparkled for him, and he knew he was in love.  

“I missed you too.” 

After that you and Echo became inseparable. You loved him with everything you had. You started going on missions with the boys staying on the ship and helping patch up the newly rescued clones, even flying the ship when the boys needed a pickup. Then Echo had to go back to the batch and help them. You couldn’t go with him because one of you had to stay and help Rex and that was you.  

You hugged him tightly as he was getting ready to get on the ship, his black and red armor digging into your skin. You squeezed him tightly afraid that he wouldn’t come back, and he noticed.  

“I’ll be back soon cyare. Promise.” 

“I know... just... please be safe.” 

He held you in his arms cradling you like you were made of glass, “of course.” 

You hadn’t said those words yet even though you’ve been in love with him since the first date but there in the hangar as he was about to leave you, you took the risk, “I love you.” 

His eyes started to water and a big toothy smile crossed his face, “And I love you. I’ll be back to annoy you before you can miss me.” 

You laugh, "I'll hold you too that.” 

Echo was still gone, there were complications with the mission, and he had to stay longer. You worried about him but when didn’t you? That's what being in love is. You and Rex went on another rescue mission only this time it all went to hell. You were guarding the ship as Rex and a few clones came running out of the facility they were held in, blasters being shot every way.  

You ran to start the ship when Rex yelled to you, “Y/n no!” 

But it was too late, you had gotten hit and then an explosion went off by the ship throwing you across the field. You had banged your head really good and couldn’t move your leg, Rex had run over to you. Before you could black out you grabbed Rex’s cheek, “Tell Echo I love him, and it’s not his fault.”  

You blacked out and when you woke up you were in a hospital room back on Coruscant surrounded by Senator Chuchi, Rex, Echo and the batch. Echo was holding your hand and had tears in his eyes, but you couldn’t understand why he was crying over you, you were friends, close friends sure but nothing worth crying over. Then the doctor revealed you had amnesia, and you didn’t know anything you had done the past year, and you didn’t know that Echo was the man you planned to marry.  

... 

“It’s all my fault!” 

“How many times is she gonna blow herself up before she learns she’s not indestructible.”  

“It’s not your fault Echo, she seen it before any of us did. Just be glad you shot the guy.” 

You sigh, “I’m tired of getting blown up too...” 

“Cyare your awake!” Echo says.  

You open your eyes to the bright lights of the hospital and turn to see a familiar sight. Senator Chuchi, Rex, and Echo all sat at your bedside. Echo was holding your hand tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had dark circles and was back in his black and red armor.  

You smile at him dreamily, “Maker I’m a lucky lady to wake up to this face.” 

Echo freezes looking at you with hopeful eyes, “y/n?... do you...?” 

“Ew. My name is cyare to you and nothing else.” you say smiling. Echo starts sobbing as he pulls you in for a hug. You ignore the pain in your side as he squeezes, you stroke his head the tears streaming down your face too.  

“I thought you wouldn’t remember...” he cries putting his forehead to yours, “I was starting to lose hope you wouldn’t come back to me.” 

“And not have the chance to annoy you for the rest of our lives? Please it’s my reason to live.” 

Everyone in the room laughs and Senator Chuchi walks over placing a hand on your shoulder, “It’s good to have you back my dear.” 

Rex smiles, “Yes good to have you back.”  

“It’s good to be back.” You look to the senator. “Senator, do you mind bringing me my clothes?” 

She nods grabbing them and bringing them to you. You reach into your pocket and sigh in relief to feel the small box you had put there earlier. She looks at you with a glint in her eye already knowing what you were looking for.  

You glance back at Echo with a fresh set of tears threatening to fall, “I have a question for you. One I wanted to ask a while ago before I developed a habit of getting blown up.” 

He chuckles, “What is it my love?” 

You pull the small box out of your pocket and open it looking at the love of your life, “Will you marry me?” 

His eyes go wide, and he looks from the rings to you to the rings again, his cheeks flushed pink, “You... want to... marry me?” 

“More than anything.” you say, “what do you say?” 

Fresh tears fall down his face, “Yes. I will marry you.”  

You grab his face and kiss him, completely ignoring Rex and the senator. He smiles into the kiss and then you lean back grabbing the ring placing it on his finger and he does the same for you.  

“I love you.” 

“I love you too cyare. Thanks for coming back to me.” 

“Always.”  

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 😘

I got a new request for you. A smutty one at that, if you're up for it!

Tangerine and the reader are having a nice night out, even though the reader is tired for work and mental load, she lets herself be pampered by our lovely Tan-Boy.

Back at home the pampering continues into nice and steamy sexytime 😏 but at one point reader being exhausted, tired and overstimulated she says their safeword. Tan spaced out doesn't hear her at first and so he askes again while pounding her. Tears streaming down her cheeks reader repeats herself again and Tan stops, immediately! Pulling out, talking to her calming her down, asking her what's wrong. Reader explains that Tangerine didn't do anything wrong its just her being too exhausted and overstimulated. So Tan comforts her, makes her a bath etc....

If you're up for writing this im ever as always thankful to you💕

If not that's okey as well🫶🏻

Love ya bye😘

hii honey!! idk why but I just love safeword fics😵 and I love love this! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

gif creds to @/peachyspaceslvt for the never ending supply of crazy hot tan gifs. ur our saviour🫡

RED.

tangerine x fem!reader — smut & angst? with comfort

word count. 537

warnings. 18+ only. pinv, doggy style, reader says safeword, comfort. minors dni

This week wasn't so forgiving and the days exhusted you. 

As a reward for your efforts, Tangerine took you to dinner at a fancy restaurant on the waterside - the evening filled with good food and wine, the company of him making it all so much better. It didn't end there - the date carrying on into the night when you both finally make it home.

You're on your knees - chest pushed into the mattress and arms stretched long in front of you, Tangerine behind, his cock rutting into you. One of his hands on the back of your neck, the other gripping a handful of ass. His pace is almost relentless, the splitting feel of his dick ramming into you incessantly. It was like he was trying to make you forget about your week, replace it all with something so much better.

And for the first thirty minutes of it all, that was true. But after a while, you started to reach that point where it felt like too much, the feel of his cock giving more pain than pleasure. Everything else from this week worming it's way in and taking its toll.

With your face buried in the mattress, you mutter your safeword, your voice barely audible - the slight force of his hand on the back of your head muffling your words. Your choked-out sobs go unnoticed, the sound much like those he pulls from you usually.

You say the word again, slightly louder this time. "Red," you murmur, your tears wetting the sheet. "Red."

Though he doesn't hear you, the sound of his cock fucking into the messy state of your cunt overlapping your non-blissed cries.

"Red, red, red, red," you ramble, voice wavering. "Red."

The second he hears the first 'red', he's dragging his cock from you, a warm hand resting on the middle of your back. "I didn't hear you. I'm so sorry," he pants, catching his breath. "Fuck— I'm sorry, love. You okay?" he continues, moving to sit beside you - his hand running up your spine, making you roll over to face him. "Was I hurtin' you?" he asks, thumbing away the wet under your eyes.

You don't reply. You only sit, scooching to lean into Tan's shoulder as you wipe away the residual tears.

He wraps an arm around the middle of your back, pulling you into his side at an angle. "Got carried away," he shakes his head, voice and face filled with guilt and shame. "Real sorry, darlin'."

You slip your hand into his and hold it to your chest, your other hand wrapping around his forearm, hugging it. "It's not your fault," you whisper, pressing a kiss into the back of his hand. "I'm just... I'm just too tired. You didn't do anything wrong," you try to comfort. 

You knew his brain was blowing this out of proportion, so you wanted to reassure him, even though you technically needed it more. You sit in comfortable silence, quietly consoling each other - his hand stroking up your back, your lips pressed into his other. The side of your head resting on his shoulder, his atop of yours.

“I’ll run us a bath when you’re ready.”

[sleepyboywrites]

Kinktober Day 3: Roleplay| Tickling| Pet Play - Brian/Hoodie xGN! Reader

Heyyy sorry I fell behind already I worked late these past two days and didn't have enough free time to write unfortunately ; - ;

But hey better late than never and it's still early enough for me to catch up! I have hope still lmao

Cw: daddy kink, infantilization, pet play, praise kink, corruption kink? If you squint

~1,032 words

Brian adores pretty innocent little things, little pups like you, in your colorful little cage filled with stuffed animals and pillows and blankets. All sweet and soft and well trained. Waiting so sweetly for him to return, relying on him for everything. You're just too innocent, just a little dumb puppy, you can't do anything for yourself. You're both quite happy with the little fantasy the two of you live in. Where he takes care of you and you take care of him. He acts as your master and owner and you as his sweet little pet, and of course at your core you both know that you're human, obviously or half your relationship would be nonexistent, and you can take care of yourself but you let him take care of you because it's nice to be so deeply cared for.

He dresses you and bathes you, brings you food and cuddles. Keeps your toys charged and your cage comfortable when he locks you up for the day while he's away. He grants your every wish and takes care of every need, whether that be needs or ‘needs’. With how he's clinging to you and venting about his day you can tell he'd appreciate a little extra helpings of affection, and like the sweet well trained pet, you'd be happy to provide it as you roll your position to lay on your back with him on top of you and kiss his cheek.

“Lover, you weren't listening, were you?” He growls playfully, gently nipping your neck as he tickles your sides, getting you to yelp and giggle, pressing yourself closer instead of pulling away despite the less than ideal course of actions taking place.

“I was! Promise! You had a rough day and and-” You were cut off by your own laughter as he continues to tickle your sides. “Stop! not there!”

“Would you prefer I tickle you from the inside, pup?” he'd retort teasingly against your neck. Fingers gently brushing against your sides. Ghosting kisses where he spoke and pressing himself to you slightly more firmly. “Hm?”

“mmmaybeee~” You’d reply sweetly pressing against him just as he did, wiggling a bit under him, and he shifts to pin you to the bed.

“Oh?” He asks, scanning your face and when you blush and nod, he'd smirk. “Oh. My puppy has an itch only daddy can scratch, hmm? As you wish, lover.” he'd reply, gently removing your clothes, trailing kisses wherever he went, and whispering praise against your skin about how sweet and good you are for him in every way. Admiring your body and kissing back up to your lips as you moan quietly beneath him in gasps and whimpers.

You'd whine as he pulled away and he hushed you softly. “Baby, I'm just taking off my clothes I'll be back in a second” he'd coo softly as he leans back and, far too slowly for your liking as you lay cold on the bed, he strips off his clothes. He then holds your body against his and kisses your lips. Softly sweet and full of love as you cling to him almost like you couldn't live without him. Like his warmth, love, and affection is all you've ever wanted.

“You want me inside, don't you baby?” He asks against your lips and when you eagerly nod he begins to pull away again, just far enough to angle and slide himself inside, the two of you flush together, perfectly fitted like a puzzle piece. He presses deep leaving you feeling wonderfully full, his hips gently rutting into you at a pace and speed that makes the both of you feel nothing less than wonderful, to him it's like an art he's perfected, making the two of you melt together to his heart's content. “Can you keep count baby? Keep count for daddy?”

“Is it okay if I lose count?” You'd ask through pants and whines he presses your bodies together, hands combing through your hair as he continues grinding into you.

“Oh pup , you know as long as you do your best, I'm very proud of you. I love you, my precious little pet. You know that, don't you, sweetness? And Daddy's right here to help you baby~”

“Yes, daddy. I'll try, I love you too.” you writhe and moan beneath him the two of you melting together as he begins to paint your insides.

“Atta pet, one.” he purrs, burrowing as deep as he could and biting into your neck, grinding his hips so deliciously against your most sensitive spot, causing you to melt again almost instantaneously “Two? Already, baby?” He pants into your ear, another string escapes him to paint and fill you too, as you melt in pleasure again. “Poor thing, you missed me. I can tell, poor baby needs daddy so much, hmm. Let's see if daddy can make you all happy and satisfied and full.” Brian continues, breath hot against your neck, and voice gravelly. Grinding into you and thrusting at a pace that makes you nearly white out seeing stars. To make you moan yourself hoarse and a couple times after. Bringing you over the edge in pleasure over and over and over again until his own releases are dry, tears of pleasure have dried to your face, and he's dripping from you.

At this point he carries you to the bathroom, and begins to draw you both a bubble bath.

“You did so so well for me lover” he praises you as the two of you sit in the tub. Him gently washing your hair, massaging your scalp and kissing your shoulders with nothing but love and devotion. “I love you, pet”

“I love you too, daddy” You'd reply looking up at him oh-so sweetly.

“I love you more, more than anything” He replied softly as he rinses your hair and begins to wash your arms.

“I love you more than anything too, Daddy!” You retort playfully and he leans down to kiss your forehead

“Little one, I love you most, no doubts. No buts.” He playfully growls, pulling you to rest against his chest and kissing all over your face as you giggle.

[corybiit]

do you have any hcs about how everyone at the Academy reacted when they presented their secondary genders? Do you think Coryo was hoping he would be an alpha? Sejanus must have felt so hopeful when he discovered Coryo presented as a omega

Okay so, In my omegaverse fics I don't normally do presentations, they are born and the parents know already what they are. BUT if there was a parallel fic where I do write it that way then of course.

In my take on the capitol there isn't really shame about being an omega or any kind of subgender, but they are stereotypes. I would think the capitol citizens really aren't that sexist bc they think that is undignified and so it belongs in the districts.

Either way. Of course, Coryo would have expected or wanted to be an alpha, it would be maybe easier to take power as alphas are seen as more reliable, heats and ruts in cyanide dipped roses are mostly nonexistent, of course there's a period of time when they feel a little bit hotter and fertility goes up, but it's mostly treated as a slight inconvenient most of the time.

Saying that, Coriolanus would also want to be an alpha so the districts respect him more, bc they do think in the districts they don't respect omegas, so of course he would have wanted to be one. But when he presents as an omega he kind of has to deal with it.

He doesn't have the luxury of affording a tantrum about it, if anyone were to believe him dissatisfied or ashame that would be a weak point, and he was dammed before he would let anyone poke fun at him for something natural he couldnt control.

So Coryo rolls with the punches and makes a point of being proud of being an omega, just like his mother was. He makes comments about "always knowing" or "I'm happy to be this way" or some other bullshit.

He stomps on anyone trying to undermine him, and handles everything with such class everyone just kind of falls in love with him. The perfect omega, Coriolanus snow.

And so Sejanus comes along. I really dont know if Coryo is older, but sejanus birthday was in october so unless Coryo had a bitthday before that then Sejanus is older. So sejanus presents firsts, and everyone is kind of unamused bc of course the hot tempered guy who gets into soats with their history proffesor would be an alpha.

Still. I think that for Sejanus, his love for Coryo wasn't conditional, he didn't care about his second gender for a while, and he often fantasized about all possibilities. Of course, if Coryo was an omega then they would be able to have kids and on the days when he felt the most sorry for himself, he allowed his mind to wander through those dreams.

When Coryo presents as an omega months later Sejanus actually gets a thrill down his spine, bc if Coriolanus was an omega it meant his father couldn't reject the idea as it would have happened if he had been anything else. Also of course our lover boy thought about Coryo's possible new scent and when he got the first whiff of that perfect rose scent he had to go calm down somewhere else bc his heart was trying to rip itself from his chest and go to Coryo in front of everyone.

It's a bit like finding out a celebrity crush you have is the same sexual orientation as you, or that you are inside their preferences, like "Oh my god, I could have a chance." Even if it's impossible, that type of giddiness and complete love suckery

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi there! I'm currently writing my thesis and have a very tough time to motivate yourself to continue writing. Is there a chance you can share a few tips to overcome the writing block? If you are not to busy ofc (love your writing sm it makes my day evrytime I see you on my dash <3)

I think it's okay to admit that you're stuck in a rut. Don't kick yourself if you can't write no matter how hard you try to force it. Yes, the work has to get done when it's for school/work and not for leisure, but the fact is, if you kick yourself and try to hammer something into the dirt over and over again, you're just going to tire yourself out.

It's healthy to sit down and take some time to breathe and collect yourself before you sit back down to write.

Just like artists need to warm up, writers need to warm up. Don't put yourself into a tough spot where you're picking up the thing that's got you in a frenzy. Write something you small to help you get back into a solid groove. When I need to warm up, I use a prompt list and write a small scene of 100-200 words to help me feel prepared for the longer thing I want to write. It just helps my brain get the swing of things! It isn't something I time myself on, either. I just challenge myself with a prompt that I didn't come up with on the spot and see where that can take me.

This advice generally works better for fanfiction, but that doesn't mean we can't apply it to the writer's block you're dealing with over here. 

You can apply this to any kind of writing, not just fanfiction. If you're working on a thesis, that means you're working on something that has opinions and information you need to use to string everything together. Likely the best way to help yourself is to take some of the references you have, narrow it down to one or two, and write down why that particular resource is going to help you with your thesis.

Breaking things down to a smaller level can make it feel easier when you go to write the longer paper. Why do you need this? How does it benefit your argument? What does this do for you? Most of the time, we find ourselves struggling with educational papers because there is so much we need to argue for, against, and about, and piecing all that information together can make your brain feel like real alphabet soup. 

Breaking this down may make it easier for you to write the actual thesis, because now you have the bits and pieces coming together, and maybe as you're figuring out why this particular resource is useful, you will know what you need to write in the paper with more clarity. 

Hope this helps!

[daycourtofficial]

hey there, i'd be really interested in finding out more about your writing process. how do you start? how do you draft? where do you get ideas from? do you have any tips on how to stay focused on a story? i hope this isn't too much, i'm just curious!

Definitely not too much, don’t feel bad at all! Let me break down each question. Every writer has very different things that work for them, and it’s okay if whatever you do isn’t like what I do!

1. How do you start?

Usually one of two things will happen. I’ll either get an overarching idea and I will say “okay I need to write down these ideas”. I will then maybe write a quick summary of what I want. I did this with one of my recent fics, Domestic deceptions. I wrote down a bulleted list of what I wanted, so it looked similar to this:

Something else I do a lot is I create a conversation or a specific scene I want and I write that down. Usually when I write dialogue I write just the dialogue, with very minimal descriptions outside of that. Then I come back later and fill in gaps. After writing this scene, I will build everything else around it.

A good example of this is my fic ‘you’re losing me’. I knew I wanted to end it with that gut wrenching line from the song “I wouldn’t marry me either”. So from that I had to build and nestle the insecurities to get that punch. I wrote that fic around two things - that ending line and the knowledge that Azriel wants to feel like he belongs, like he’s accepted, and he doesn’t feel good enough for anything. So I wrote him getting lost in his work - missing dates, missing any info about what she’s been doing, neglecting her needs.

This is actually how I write most of my fics bc most of my fics don’t really have plot. It’s a lot of dialogue.

2. How do you draft?

This depends heavily on plot. If I’m doing something plot heavy and I know how I want it to flow, I usually make a numeric list of what I want to happen. I do this as I go too. Then I start writing from that list. I start filling in scenes from the list, and I focus on the things on that list. Then I look it over and think about how the flow - do I need to add more? I’m trying to convey something (e.g that a character is in love with another character) - do I have enough to convince someone else of this? Or would a small scene do well to connect and tell more about them?

Sometimes if the plot isn’t too intense or difficult I do just write from the beginning to the end and then I do edits to make sure it sounds good and flows well.

3. Where do you get ideas from?

Everywhere. I’ve gotten them from books, from tv shows, from driving my car and letting my mind wander. A lot of times I get ideas from what we know of the world of ACOTAR. For instance I’ve written at least two fics about the bond and how food plays a role in accepting it, so like what if one person knows about and the other doesn’t? I just like exploring possibilities in the world.

Sometimes my ideas come from thinking about the characters. A lot of my Eris fics come from thinking about his trauma. Like okay, yes he’s killed Beron. But he spent five centuries under him, he won’t just magically be accepting of himself and open and willing to share. What kind of situations does this put him in? What kind of problems can this cause when he does experience love?

4. Do you have any tips on how to stay focused on a story?

This one’s really difficult as I have a hard time focusing on one story. I think this just depends on how you write. I write like I read - I have 8 million drafts going at once, and I hardly am ever just reading less than 4 books at a time.

Something I do is float around a couple drafts for a bit, adding here and there to each of them, until one of them either is fleshed out enough for me to get super excited or one of them just grips me. I have plenty of fics that have just been dropped bc they just weren’t working or I got in a rut with it.

Sometimes I have to let fics sit on the backburner a bit. I did that with ‘his shadows know’, but I knew I wanted to come back to it eventually

Hope this settles your curiosity! If not feel free to ask more 🥰

[raccoonfallsharder]

I read recently that you answered a similar question, so I wanted to ask you for some advice with description in general, (character actions, description of environment or scenery, what is happening at that moment, etc) I have a lot of problems with this. If I want to describe the scenery, I don't know what else to say besides the color of the sky xD I've always had that problem and when I read what I write I feel it's very basic and childish.

For example, I wrote something like this, "The weather couldn't be more perfect, the sky was clear with not a single cloud obstructing that deep bright blue, the breeze was so soft it caressed my skin and the waves were gently lapping." So I read this and I say, how boring, I feel like I'm not connecting with this, and it happens to me mostly when I want to describe a person's actions, for example, if they are smiling and then someone says something to them that bothers them, how they react? I don't know how to describe it.

So I wanted to ask you for advice because since I read your first fic I thought "this is it, this is what I want to get to with my writing" I hope you don't mind my asking and I hope you're doing great, I always read all your fics even if I don't comment <3.

sweet little sugar snap pea. ♡ first of all, you are so lovely and kind. thank you for honoring me with this ask. it's a privilege and i am really grateful you think so well of my writing. truly, it means a lot. i took some time to think about this because it was important to me to give you a real answer. i'm also gonna come back and reblog this later with some thoughts on writing peoples reactions/perspectives? for now, i'm just going to focus on writing environments, if that's okay? sorry i just write too fucken much all the time ꃋᴖꃋ ♡♡

so as always, i'll preface this with the reminder that everyones' writing style is unique and brings something precious to the table, and while we can always grow and enrich our writing, what you create is wonderfully you. what we want is for you to figure out how to tap into your own style more fully, more authentically, and more clearly. i don't think there's anything wrong with the excerpt you shared, and i can also see where you might want to make it more identifiably you.

here are some things that have worked for me personally:

firstly: i take out my "telling not showing" sentences. i might draft it with the sky was perfect, but on revision, i usually remove it because it's too heavy. i don't want to tell my reader that the sky was perfect. i want them to interpret it from how i've described it. i don't want to say the kiss was good - i want them to know what it tasted like or the way it made their nerves pop and snap and sizzle. i don't want to say he had beautiful eyes - i want you to be able to see his eyes, like warm caramel or copper pennies. you don't even need to replace a sentence like the sky is perfect - you can just remove it entirely.

secondly, when i'm stuck in a rut, like, "oh, i've described a sky like this a hundred times", or even, "i've read skies like this described a hundred times," i honestly just do some writing exercises. the result is that i'll either find a description i like, or i'll create new material to use at a later date - or i'll just get practice thinking about things in different ways.

so let's take this sky example from your excerpt: the sky was clear with not a single cloud obstructing that deep bright blue.

i might ask, "what tangible thing is this sky like, and what would i want to do in it." then i try to reframe it so i don't use a direct simile.

the sky was an ocean

the sky was so deep and clear you could dive into it and not surface for days.

i might ask, "what other senses can i use to experience this sky, beyond sight." (taste, smell, sound, touch)

the sky was empty and clean

you could breathe that sky in, and your lungs would only feel crisp and bright, and everything would smell like water lilies for the rest of the week.

i might try to describe the sky from the perspective of something else in the scene.

this seems like maybe a beach because you'd mention waves so I''m gonna say there are seagulls

the seagulls wheeled in the sky, getting lost without any clouds to serve as landmarks.

i might say, what is the emotional quality of the scene? when the character looks at it, what do they feel? what does it make them want? i think you want this scene to be calming but we're gonna try a bunch of different emotional lenses:

calming: they could have wrapped themselves up in that infinite blue, and called it home.

harsh (angry/in shock): he stared at the sky. he'd never realized how severe and sharp it was, without any clouds to soften the edges.

grief: she wanted to lose herself in the cloudless blue. drown herself in it.

as a sidenote, i'm thinking of Wyndham; or, the Intergalactic Prometheus ♡ in which the thunderstorm sky is described as bruise-colored and rotten at various points when pearl-reader is miserable/afraid, and as rippling watercolor when she's feeling more relaxed. even the same sky takes on different qualities depending on the mood of the person experiencing it.

i might just say "fuck this sky; i'm gonna write a new one." sometimes this is fun because you get to see how the environmental/atmospheric tone changes the feeling of the scene.

it was storming: the purple clouds formed a quilt overhead, stitched through with lightning. the waves responded in kind: shattering softly on the shore, reflecting ribbons of swift-moving light.

jk it was foggy: the world was so misted over that he couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky began. the world was simply endless and dove-gray.

i also might just be like "i'm just gonna write something really weird and figure this out later." you've got a really rich scene here - gently lapping waves and a clear blue sky? you could do something weirdly symmetrical with them. like, between the sea and the sky, everything was so deep and blue that you couldn't tell if the soft hush of the waves was coming from above your head or at your feet. just play around with reality tbh

honestly i try to shy away from "advice" because everyone's approach needs to be tailored to them, but i would honestly say starting with some writing exercises is a great way to just explore your own style and how you want to think about things. other things you can do is literally go outside (or wherever) and close your eyes and really try to focus on every single sensation you're experiencing, and then write about it. fill pages. what did it remind you off? when you felt the breeze and it caressed your skin gently, did it also move the little hairs on your arms? did you feel it in places you don't normally pay attention to, like on your shoulders or the back of your neck? what did it smell like? what did it taste like? if it didn't have a taste, what would it taste like, if it did? do this whenever you can, in as many experiences as you can. sunrise at a beach. sunset on a mountaintop. golden hour in the deep woods. in front of a bonfire. at a park on the swings at midnight with friends. alone in a hot tub under a 2am snowfall. if you can't physically go there, imagine it. sink yourself into the daydream so deep you don't want to leave, and then just write. and write. and write. every sentence you put down, add one more. make it weirder, stranger, zoomed out, zoomed in, from a different perspective, a different sense, a different metaphor.

okay that's all for now and i know it's a lot and i'm sorry, but i hope it helps give you a place to start? and i will try to get back to you on writing reactions and facial expressions when i can parse through all my thoughts on those!

[hyyper]

2024 retrospective below thanks!

Around June, I started drawing consistently again. Something I haven’t done in years. I want to claim university took away my drawing life, but that’s not entirely true. I’ve been in an art rut for a few years now even before I decided to go back to school.

I could write, in detail, the chronological timeline of my drawing journey from Summer until now, but I’m not real interested in that.

I’m interested in how a pencil feels like my best friend whose been with me since grade school. I’m interested in learning that the 6B pencil is my favorite type. I keep purchasing from the brand Faber Castell because that’s the one I picked up in college when I was forced to take the course “DRAWING I-INTRO INTO DRAWING,” and I’m too scared I’ll be disappointed if I were to try another brand.

I’m interested in knowing that my line work is clean. It’s a habit, a skill, that I choose to perfect over the other elements of art because I wanted to be like my idols, and it’s okay to be like my idols. It’s okay that the only reason I took drawing seriously was because a childhood friend told me I was good, and I wanted to draw hair better like in the show Sailor Moon. To this day, hair remains one of my single, most favorite part about drawing.

I’m interested in how an unusual anime series got me drawing like a mad woman. It began over the Summer, in June. I picked up my favorite 6B Faber Castell pencil and jot down a simple comic. The simple comic turned into a longer comic which turned into me Googling “how to comic speech bubble” because honestly, I didn’t read enough comics/manga to know what speech bubbles looked like, let alone know how to use them. I found myself learning a new art form. It solidified the idea that I can never learn enough.

I’ve always been that weirdo that just can’t “leave something alone.” I think about things critically. I think about things a lot. I feel too much. I used to be ashamed about it, about all of it. I’ve drawn fan art, made playlist for my favorite characters, video games, and series. There’s no way a normal person would fixate on something this much, I thought.

I started drawing again in June.

This time, I let myself explore my interest. I let myself remember the comforting experience of holding a pencil in my hand. I’ve accepted that I’m not the best painter, yet my line art can communicate and execute everything that I need it to. Yeah, I might be hyper fixated on that one anime, Golden Kamuy, but it’s gotten me to draw again, and for that reason alone, I feel like I owe it a few fan comics.

I've stated it before on this blog, and I'll say it again. I've thought about deleting this space multiple times over the past decade. The stuff I have made, I left it on internet thinking it’ll eventually die through entropy. Against my best knowledge, I'm glad this Tumblr's still here. It's one of the few spaces on the internet where I feel comfortable sharing my drawings publically (and writing I guess).

I mainly post this stuff for my own self-reflection, yet if you've read this far then thanks. Its been tough. Art's tough. Drawing isn't easy. If you used to create, but stopped, I hope you find your way back to it.

[aaronstveit]

Do you ever feel like you’re avoiding writing even though you know you’d have a good time doing it? I’m having this awful problem lately where I avoid things I like doing, I postpone doing them and go on brainstorming scenes instead of working on what I already have. It’s been bringing me down and making me anxious, like I’m incapable of finishing my fic.

oh i feel like this all the time, anon. especially with long-form fic. i love writing, i know that i love writing, i'm excited for the scenes that i know i'm going to write eventually, but getting myself to do it is like pulling teeth.

for me, i know a big part of this is a fear of failure. i'm always afraid that what i write is going to suck, so i just. don't write it. because then it CAN'T be bad. but of course this is a self-fulfilling prophecy because it also can't be GOOD if it doesn't exist. i reallyyyyy have to push through on the whole "do it bad" thing and remind myself with every word that i type that first things first, i have to make it exist. then i can make it good. but i can't make it good until i make it.

i can't speak to what works for everyone to get out of this sort of rut but for me, the thing that works best is to force myself through the opening drag. i know a lot of people say not to force it but i have to, or else i'll never get going. so what i do when i get into this rut (like today) is i'll do a little opening sprint. i just set a timer, somewhere between 10-30 minutes, and i make myself close everything except the document where i'm writing. i tell myself, okay, ten minutes, i'm not going to do anything except write. now i spend a lot of this time staring at the screen hating everything, but i also do get a few sentences out at least, and that helps. i never go for a longer time than half an hour though because that's pretty much the longest i can go without getting bored or pissed off or something. and i don't sprint every time i write, just when i really need to kick off before i can get going.

if it makes you feel any better, i am literally avoiding writing right now, even though i know i enjoy it and i know that when i finish this scene i get to start on a chapter that really excites me. sometimes you've gotta walk away and sometimes you've gotta push through it. i don't always know which times are which until it's too late, but i've still gotta try.

i hope something i've said here helps you or at least makes you feel like you're not alone. you're always welcome to come talk about writing, avoiding writing, or anything else in my asks or dms <3

[clawbehavior]

Hi ♥

I hope you are doing well ♡

For the ask game: 23,49 and 50

hi friend! i hope this weekend is good to you, that you rest and nourish well and get bright sunlight! i had a blast with these questions and 49 in particular, so thank you so much for playing anon ❤️❤️

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

an au based in 'his dark materials' where gaon and yohan's souls are personified as animals and how the four of them interact. can you imagine gaon touching yohan's soul with his bare hands and how that makes the older man feel???

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

here's an excerpt from 'enantiomers', my twins isaac and gaon fic:

‘elijah,’ yohan says, nudging her so she looks at him. he swallows hard around the sudden lump in his throat. she’s a sure weight in his arms and the most precious thing he's ever held. ‘do you know how happy you make me? gaon says i'm overflowing with love, but you made me this way.’

she coos when he rubs her back, soothing himself with the motion. 

‘samcheon has to go away for a while, elijah. i don't know for how long --’ he halts because his throat hurts something awful. she pulls her fist out of her gummy mouth and stares. ‘i won't be here to help, so you have to be good for eomma and appa, okay?’ her dark eyes roam over his face worriedly. 

he rubs their cheeks together, breathing in her soft baby smell. he loves her so, so much. with everything he has. 'don't forget me, okay,' he pleads in a whisper.

‘yohan.’

he whirls around so fast that his backpack knocks the baby monitor off the nightstand and to the carpeted floor. heejin, hair in a messy bun and in sleep attire, doesn't startle. 

‘nuna, i -- i'm not stealing her,’ he says defensively, feeling like an interloper. what if she finds him strange? what if she doesn't want him around elijah anymore?

heejin snorts. ‘is it kidnapping if it's voluntary?’ she asks, shutting the door behind her and coming over. she surprises him by wrapping her arms around them. 

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

whenever i fall into a rut in writing, i think to myself, 'i will try x y z strategy. if those don't work, i'll go on Tumblr to do an ask me game (like this one) because getting curious readers in my inbox resets my brain like nothing else.' and it works. so thank you, my anons and my moots for helping a writer along their way.

[prpfz]

🌶️F25+ Looking for someone to write Honkai Star Rail jiaoqiu against my moze muse in smut-focused scenarios. Canon divergent or alternate universe, with or without plot but always with consent and requited romantic feelings. Please do read everything very carefully.

That my partner enjoys omegaverse (mostly for the a/b/o dynamics, ruts/heats, not looking to write mpreg) and switching is required. Simply put, if you want to ruin moze as much as he wants to ruin jiaoqiu (with love) and gush lots about mqiu, I'd love to write with you.

Further specifics we'd like to see in the rp, limits, icks and additional kinks can be discussed in DMs before moving to discord but no vore, 🍪 nor ⚰️🕊️ other than the expected age difference since human x foxian. This is my ad that caters to me so I'll swallow my shame in hopes of finding someone like me and say upfront that I would like to explore some light omorashi, wetting, maybe stomach illness at some point(not looking to write actual scat) and not necessarily for the first rp we start, I just believe there is potential when so much spice is involved, especially if we write a younger(but still adult), still unused to it moze. I am okay with feet stuff (like massage, worship?), just not too hardcore. My favorite tropes include: strangers to friends to lovers, soul mates, hurt/comfort, friends with benefits + secret love, service top, first times, touch starved and I would love to explore some BDSM. If you have a trans ftm jiaoqiu muse you'll be more than welcome! There could also be an au where my muse is ftm if my partner would like.

Please be 21+, literate, experienced in writing, eager to contribute to plotting, write detailed NSFW and have fun!! I write in third person so I'd prefer if my partner does it as well. Matching is not necessary at first but give me 2 paragraphs minimum and feel free to write more as the rp develops (3-8). If some rp develops and I happen to write 6-8 paragraphs and get 2 back from you, well, I do value quality over quantity, but I will wonder if you're as invested in the ship/rp as I am. We could have more than one scenario at once so we don't stuff all kinks into one if you prefer. Or even decide to have one rp that's kept short and sweet for slightly more frequent replies.

Open to storybuilding and rps with more plot, as well as fluffier ideas (still with healthy doses of smut) that we could get to later, but I've been craving mzqiu nasty seggs for months so that's my top priority, so if you're not comfortable with heavy NSFW content this ad is not for you and I mean it, I love it when we can be a little unhinged about our faves and enjoy the writing process. I love being able to chat ooc, share fan art (always with link to the original artist's post) and fanfics, discuss and gush about scenarios and hoping to find chemistry between our muses and friendship for us so if you're interested, please like this post so I can contact you!

However, if you usually reply to excited yapping with just a "yeah" or variant, or disappear for weeks at a time, please do Not like this post, as I enjoy it when my rp partner and I share the same level of enthusiasm. I do work so please keep that in mind, I will not ghost you and I expect the same respect in return. If you no longer feel inspired by a plot/au, we can change something or try a new one altogether! And if we don't work out I'll be happy to part ways, just PLEASE let me know, I will understand!

Finally, I'm aware this is all very specific, but I'd really love to meet someone like-minded and maybe long-term, I have never tired of any hyperfixation of mine, especially when it's fed❤️. Please do share your own ideas anytime, I love that and am spam-friendly!! Again, platform will be discord!

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[lunapwrites]

OKAY. We're back in this bitch.

The Hanged Man showed up for January, and if that doesn't sum shit up IDK what does. We're waiting for something to happen this month. This particular deck uses a tiger to illustrate the energy building during this process: it's a coiled spring. My first instinct on this is inauguration day, and waiting to see what fresh hell in particular follows. But there could be more to it than that, who knows.

Relatedly, I drew The Emperor for February. I feel like that one is self explanatory, but whether it refers to someone specific or just the overarching political zeitgeist I am not certain.

March is the Knight of Swords, which given the first couple of cards I'm leaning towards life being affected by [checks notes] an impulsive person with low emotional intelligence. (This is the part in the reading where I stare dead eyed into the camera like I'm on The Office. )There's also an element of transition and conflict here, to the surprise of literally no one.

April is gonna suck! 5 of Pentacles - loss and hardship, especially related to health or finances. Very cool, very based. Given the previous three months I'm gonna say this all may very well be related. (The timing also has me curious if this is when my partner is going to quit his soul sucking corpo job, since I think everything tying him to this company pays out in March and I'm 90% sure there's about to be a mass exodus of talent at or shortly after that point.)

May is giving whiplash: 9 of Pentacles. Abundance, success, self-esteem... This is part of why I think there's a chance April may have more to do with my partner and his whole... situation lol. It would be infinitely better for his mental health, and therefore mine by extension. I'm studiously ignoring the possibility of inheritance.

June is Knight of Cups - and Bean's first birthday! Generally positive vibes here. Lots of creativity and enthusiasm, probably a good month to write. We'll see if that actually happens lol.

July: ah, we're back to Shit Vibes Summer. 2 of Swords, indecision, stagnation, and denial. There's an air of needing to gather facts here. I'm getting January 2, electric boogaloo, but I could be misreading.

It's getting so much better, guys! (It is not.) August is 5 of Wands. Conflict, tension, struggles with work and/or difficult changes. If I had to hazard a guess, this is more related to my job. Have I mentioned how much I dislike pulling 5's? Because I do. It immediately fills me with dread. I hate conflict. I'm fucking avoidant. Do not give me struggles, I am neither brave nor a soldier. Anyway Shit Vibes Summer continues for the second year running, apparently.

Things do seem to get a little better as summer resolves, though: 3 of Wands. This is the card of partnerships, long term plans, new beginnings. There's... some things cooking, potentially. Might actually start moving around this time. I'll say more on that another time if it actually becomes relevant.

We love October and October loves us: The World. This is BIG end of cycle energy, big positive vibes. There's an element of success here, an achievement after a long struggle. "You got where you were going." There's also a gentle admonishment to resolve any hang ups, but shhhhh lol.

Now on the flip side, November is not so rosy. 4 of Cups, more like 4 cups of depresso. It's giving boredom, ennui, lack of vision/motivation. It's possible this is the dreaded post-success "now what" rut.

Thankfully, December seems to be indicating there will be a time of renewed energy moving into next year: The High Priestess. We are finding ourselves again, we are finding balance, we are finding peace and serenity, damnit. This tells me that down time in November is most likely a necessary recovery period after a roller coaster year. That... makes it significantly less shitty, actually. As long as I don't live there, anyway.

Overall, I am entering 2025 with trepidation, but also (tentative) hope. Clinging onto that latter half of the year like a dang life raft.

Wish me luck.

Wish us all luck.

This year, instead of doing my new year reading on New Year proper, I'm taking advantage of the new moon and I'm doing it tonight (bc IDK vibes or something, and also time.)

I have a small human, we sneak our witchy shit in when it makes sense okay

I'm going to actually share the yearly reading once I do it this time. Should be enlightening. Keep an eye out for the thread if you're interested.

[rosethornxs]

Rose!! I'm so happy for you! This is a huge milestone and it is completely well-deserved because you are incredible. Here's to 500 more! 💋

For the prompt request can I get some Din Djarin and a female reader with "Try to stay quiet, understand?" Oof. The things you could do with this... Can be smutty or not! Dealer's choice. 😘

Shawna! You are incredible! Thank you so much! I LOVED this prompt, and definitely made it spicy, but also a lil soft because I physically cannot write my men without making them care so deeply it hurts. I changed up the wording of the prompt a tiny bit, to fit the situation better. I hope you enjoy, my love!

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected PiV, tiny bit of exhibitionism, hand over mouth, tiny bit of degradation (one use of 'slut,' but in a sweet way? if that makes senes, lol), I think that's it but lemme know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 643

A thin wall and a stack of crates is all that separates you from the others. Anyone could walk around the corner and see you in this compromising position — pressed against the cold durasteel with your trousers bunched around your thighs and your shirt pulled up to reveal your soft breasts.

You scramble for purchase against the wall, nails catching on the panelling as he ruts into you from behind. He’s still completely covered — armoured head to toe, except for his cock, which is buried between your thighs.

“Din—” you squeak, when he grinds against you, hitting that dizzying spot inside you.

“Shhh, sweet girl,” he whispers, barely keeping himself together.

This had started innocently enough, with a comment on how good you looked fighting imps and a playful shove — but it devolved quickly into suggestive touches, and a burning desire, and Din all but dragging you away to the barely secret place he has you now.

His helmet falls into the crook of your neck, cool against your flushed skin as he continues his quick thrusts, methodically pulling you apart with each stroke. He shifts, moving back slightly and guiding your hips with those big, gloved hands of his. Then he shoves into you again and the subtle change of position turns out to be devastating.

The head of his cock strikes something so deep inside you it numbs your mind to everything but pleasure and the feeling of him, only him.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fu—”

He cuts you off with his hand, pressing his gloved palm over your mouth to silence you.

“You gotta stay quiet for me, mesh’la. Okay?” he whispers. The metallic edge of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

But he doesn’t slow down, no, it’s his goal to ruin you — to make you cry on his cock while mere paces away from a, hopefully unsuspecting, crowd. Part of you thinks he must get off on the risk — of being heard, of being seen. It’s exciting for a man who is constantly hidden — never seen by anyone but himself.

“Don’t want them to know what a perfect little slut you are, do you, cyare?” he grunts softly. For the filthy phrases coming out of his mouth, his tone is surprisingly sweet — words dipped in honey as they fall from his lips in this situation that is anything but sweet.

He lowers his hand to give you a chance to answer and a stuttered “n-no” bursts from your throat in a gasp.

“Good.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to keeps your whines from slipping out as he speeds up, pinning you against the wall with each heavy thrust. He wishes he could kiss you now — remove his helmet and taste your sweet lips, drink your whimpers and moans. When you’re both safely back on the Crest he’ll do it — he’ll fuck you properly, all sweet and slow like you deserve, in the dark where he can use his tongue and teeth without consequence.

“Din…” you whisper, voice frantic, “Din, m’gonna cum.”

“Do it, sweet girl, lemme feel you cum on my cock.”

He reaches up to cover your mouth again and you sink your teeth into the worn leather of his gloves as he works you over the edge. Your choked whimper as your cunt spasms around him is enough to make him spill — hurriedly pumping into you until you’re both sated and panting.

When he steps back you can feel the mess he’s left between your thighs. He helps you fix your clothes, pulling up your trousers and smoothing out the wrinkles in your shirt before gently pressing his helmet to your forehead. The simple gesture is filled with meaning, it tells you just how much he cares for you and acts a a promise, that he’ll take his time with you later.

[0rchard]

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🍎 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Yamaguchi x f!reader

🍏 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: stepcest, femdom, masturbation, footjob, degradation/humiliation(if you squints)

🍎 𝓐/𝓝: So 👉👈 It's my first time writing dark content/smut scenario i only do hcs usually, it's also my first time writing for the haikyuu fandom. And I do that for my first hq crush 🥺 Anyways! This scenario is a part of the hqcest collab made by the amazing @dilfsuna ! Thank you Mabel to let your 😌💅 anon take part of it!

Yamaguchi didn’t know when everything went that wrong. Was it when he started to have a wet dream about you? Or maybe when he started to jerk off at the thought of you? Or has everything always been wrong since the first time you were introduced as his step-sister?

Probably all of the above… And things surely took another turn when both of you had to live together once you got into college, financially not able to pay for two different flats.

It was probably at that moment that everything started. He thought you would never notice how he always insisted on doing the laundry. He thought you would never notice how at least one of your panties was missing and magically was back again the next laundry. He thought you would never notice how he was looking at you when you bent in front of him to grab something. He thought you would never notice how painfully hard it makes him. He thought you would never notice how he quickly excused himself to his room. He thought you would never hear his voice moaning your name as the moon was rising high in the sky.

He thought he could do abstraction of his feelings because it was wrong. You were his step-sister and he shouldn’t feel like that toward you. And yet, was knowing that it was wrong preventing him to do what he was about to do? No, it didn’t. 

Your flat was silent, only the light buzzing noise of the fridge could be heard in the living room, as he crossed it to go into your room, his heart beating fast, so fast that it was almost painful. Each beat was making his body shake a bit more as his trembling hands quietly turned the door handle of your room. You were out, needing to grab something at the grocery store near your flat.

He knows he didn’t have a lot of time, that it was risqué, that he had to be quick. But he couldn’t help it. He needed to know if they were there. The black panties you’ve been chilling in yesterday, only wearing them and a loose shirt. They were his favorite ones, he thought they were the ones sublimating the curves of your ass the most. So when he noticed they weren’t in the basket laundry today, he was pretty sure that you left them somewhere in your room. It's not his fault if you left them there… As a good step-brother in charge of the laundry, he should be sure that no dirty clothes should be left behind right? 

Even he knew it was just because he wanted to smell it. To smell you. To get off at your scent again and again…

His heart stopped to beat ofr a moment as he op, noticing them innocentlyheart stopped for a second as he opened your door, spotting the precious panties, standing there, on the ground, innocently. 

He could already feel his cock twitch into his pants, as he could smell your sweet scent surrounding the room. He knows he doesn't have a lot of time, that he should be quick, just taking the panties and leaving would be the less risqué thing to do, but something about getting off in your room sent shivers of excitement down his spine. It's not like he would last long anyway, he never did when he got off with your panties.

He brought the dirty panty to his face as he took a deep breath in, his nose against where your core was supposed to be, freeing his hard cock from his sweatpants. 

"F-fuck… You smell so good…" a small whine escaped his lips as he sat down on the ground, one hand brushing against his cock, but not totally stroking himself yet. 

He shyly tugs out his tongue to give a quick lap to the crotch of your underwear, hoping it could give him a light idea about how divine his step-sister was tasting like. 

Another whine left his lips as he felt the sweet taste spreading in his mouth. 

"So good… you taste so good…" 

He was now sucking on it without a shame, high-pitched noise of pleasure leaving his mouth, redness of his cheeks covering a bit his freckle. He was already panting, his eyes closed as he hoped he was licking your wet pussy instead.

His cock twitched, the tip as red as his cheeks, asking for more attention. 

One hand stroking his dick, the other playing with his nipple, as the panties were stuffed in his mouth, his tongue licking its crotch, eyes closed, he could already feel his end coming. 

He was moaning again and again, and if it wasn't for the piece of clothing in his mouth preventing him to talk, he would probably moan obscene things like "Please, let me taste you", "I beg you sis' you smell so good", "I'm sure your wet pussy taste even better..." or even worst "I love you so much, sis…"

His hand was stroking him faster, without any regular rhythm, as continued to whine. He pinched his nipple, making himself arch his back a bit more and his legs shook under the overwhelming pleasure. Your panties were now soaked in his drool, letting some escape, rolling down his chin. 

He was so lost in pleasure, so lost in his own fantasy, imagining that he wasn't sucking your panties but that you were sat on his face instead like he always dreamt about.

He wanted to feel your thighs squeezing his head between them. He wanted to make his hands run on them, feel your soft skin. He would kiss them, again and again, leaving small marks on them if you allowed him to do so. And as he would come closer and closer to your crotch, he would be able to see how wet you already are, how wet his affection made you go. He would be a bit hesitant at first, giving quick laps on your panties to hear you moan, before putting them aside and finally… finally tasting you… 

Maybe if he wasn't that lost into his mind, he would have heard the door of your flat open. And maybe he would have also heard your footsteps going toward your room. He would probably have heard too that you shouted that you had forgotten your wallet in your room. But he didn't.

Neither did he hear the door of your room open… And he barely registered your voice calling his name. 

"Tadashi? What are you-"

He froze up, his eyes widened, looking at you terrorized. What were you going to do? How would you react to see your step-brother jerking in your room, your dirty panty stuffed in his mouth? 

And yet, he couldn't explain why but the shame, the humiliation provoked by being caught by you doing something so dirty, so forbidden… It excited him, it was such a delight that he almost came from that only, or maybe that was because of the sight of your bare thighs that he just fantasmed about. 

"I-i could explain!" he quickly said, taking off the panty from his mouth, whipping his drool away, trying to hide his hard cock the best he could.

What could he explain exactly? How much did you turn him on? How perverted he was? How the scent of your dirty panties sent him to heaven? That he always dreamed to be between your thighs to taste his sweet sister? That he always wanted to suck on your nipples? That he always hoped to one day fuck you slowly on the couch, to prove to you how much he actually cared about you? To prove to you how much he loved you? How did he want to kiss you, to hug you, to be there for you in another way than your step-brother?

He gulped as you silently walked toward him, not saying a word, nor showing any emotion. You were thinking he was a dirty pervert, he was sure about that. He was also sure you will tell everything to your parents and that he would be disinherited, that you will expose him on every social media, telling everyone how dirty he was… He was screwed. His whole life was screwed. 

He was surely not excepting the sudden pressure of your bare feet on his cock, which made him moan in a loud way. 

"So like that you jerk off by using your step-sister panties? You're such a naughty boy Ta-da-shi~"

His eyes widened, as he could feel excitement running in his blood. The way you were looking at him… The way your eyes were clouded by the same lust than him… It made his cock twitch under your feet.

"I said I could explain I- Ah!"

He could feel your foot putting more pressure on his cock as a pitiful and ridiculously loud whine left his lips. 

"Shhh~ Keep quiet Tadashi, the walls are thin, you wouldn't want the neighbor to hear you, or… would you?"

He shook his head from right to left, unable to say a word that would turn into a moan. He was heavily panting, his heart pounding in his chest. Never in the best scenarios, he made by his imagination did such a thing happen… And deep down he wished for that to not be another of his wet dreams about you.

“Look at you Tadashi~ All worked up from your sister's dirty panties scent~” Another loud whine escaped from him. He already felt so pitiful, so horrible to act like that. It wasn't good, it was not okay to feel like that… They were step-sister and brother, what was wrong with him? He wishes he could go back in time to prevent himself from feeling like that but… Now that it was happening… He couldn't deny how good it felt. How much he loved that. How much he loved her. 

"You're a loud one huh? It's not like it really surprises me, you're always so noisy when you get off in your room… Moaning my name~" you teased him as your feet came up and down on his dick, already leaking in precum

He felt shame burn his chest. So you know how he felt since the beginning? You were acting like that on purpose, knowing how it affected him? 

"What a shame, I would love to hear you moan my name again and again as you rut against my feet, but I can't take the risk for the neighbors to know what's going between us, right Tadashi?"

He nodded again, as he opened his mouth when you presented to him the panties that were already stuffed in his mouth some minutes earlier.

"You're such a good boy Tadashi~ Knowing how to act to please me…" 

Was it the way his name sounded awfully sexy when you were the one saying it or the way you called him a good boy that made him arch his back a bit more and bucking his hips for more friction?

He could feel his arousal already building up in his stomach, and his cheeks turning into a darker shade of red as muffled whine escaped him again and again.

"That's it Tadashi, be a little good boy for your sister" you whispered at the ear, nibbling on the lobe of his ear. He bucked his hips, even more, as his moan became a bit louder, but overall, needier. 

He was looking at you with so much love… so much adoration… so much lust… it was such a beautiful face, the same as you ever imagined when hearing him reaching his end and moaning your name out loud in his room. 

"You want to cum for your sister Tadashi?~" 

He nodded quickly, his heart beating faster and faster, sweat starting to pearl on his freckled skin.

"Then cum for your sister, pretty boy~" you whispered before softly kissing his cheek, lifting his face with your hand, to be sure to not miss anything about the beautiful expression you could see on his face.

His back arched, head thrown back, as his whole body was shaken by a powerful orgasm, his loud moaning that even the wet piece of clothes in his mouth couldn’t stop echoing in the room, while the white loads of his cums were staining both his stomach and your feet.

With a devilish smile, you looked down at him again, whipping out the cum of your feet on his pants, down his ankles, as if it was nothing more than a doormat.

Picking up your wallet on your nightstand, you looked at him again. He was a mess, panting, legs spread, wide open, as his cum was slowly dripping down his belly.

“Since I got what I’ve forgotten home, I can finally go to the grocery store now. You better be rock hard again when I will be back, understand Tadashi? I’m sure you wouldn’t lose an occasion to feel your dear sister’s pussy around your cock just because you didn’t behave well, right?” 

He eagerly nodded as he gulped. 

"You're such a good boy Tadashi…" you softly kissed him on the lips, after taking out the "gag" out of his mouth, vaguely able to taste yourself, before finally leaving the room.

The panties you were wearing were soaked in your excitement… Maybe that you should lend it to him as a reward tonight? He surely would be the happiest.