But can you imagine the person who takes over Grogu’s care?

I bet they get the “you’re not my dad!” comment at least 3 times a day.

this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.

being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.

he's SO embarrassed about it. what is he, a teenager? come on now. but you reassure him. it's fine, you knew he was on a bit of a dry spell before, and honestly, seeing just how much something as simple as grinding yourself against his clothed cock turned him on... was kind of hot, actually.

and then ryland gets that determined little glint in his eye. he's still a bit shy, but he's eager to prove he can do better than that, now. "wanna put my mouth on you until i can get hard again. can i? please?" and trust, you are not saying no to that one.

Girl you absolutely clocked his ass go get it.

Something something, you're making pancakes in your shared apartment. He moved out of his mom's house, thinking, "I had to get out of there eventually. It's kind of embarrassing now." He has a room dedicated to all of his bullshit, which you gladly let him have. Now you're watching him mix the ingredients in the bowl and he gets flour all over his face. You laugh and wipe it off of him and he just stares at you.

"What are we?" He asks with his big puppy dog eyes.

"What do you mean?" You're still trying to get some flour off of his cheek as his cheek twitches.

"Like are we dating?" He bites his lip with worry.

"Adrian. We are sleeping in the same bed. We just fucked last night. What do you mean 'what are we'?"

"I dunno, friends with benefits."

"If you're calling us friends with benefits, I'm kicking you out," you joke and kiss him softly. You feel his smile through the kiss as he lifts you up on the counter.