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kaylinasher · 2 years ago

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Later the same night, Asher lay curled up in his smallest dragon form on the pillow next to the one that Kaylin was propped up on reading a book as they relaxed before preparing for bed. They had not gone to Earth after all for dinner, but instead had just had dinner brought up to her suite to enjoy together. It was nothing fancy, but they had gone out on her balcony and eaten it under the moonlight and chatted about a lot of nothing in particular. Quiet, comfortable, and relaxing. After the upset with the Duke, it was needed. There would no doubt be more upset later from the Royal Prince, but they would worry about it when it came.

Now Asher’s eyes were becoming heavy and he was about to drift off to sleep in the quiet warmth of the bedroom. They hadn’t talked any more about going to the Palace of Imperium or her cousins, even though he wanted to. He was eager, but he wouldn’t pressure her. She had enough stress and pressure from the Duke and that situation. It was what he was thinking about as he laid there, keeping her quiet company.

“Ash?” Kaylin’s voice was quiet and slightly hesitant, but he had no problem hearing her.

“Mmm..?” His little head raised up off of his front paws to look over at her. She looked troubled and the scales over his brow ridges drew together, wondering what was on her mind that could be causing worry. He assumed her father, who was volatile when in a good mood and ruthlessly violent when not. More days than not anymore, it was the latter.

For a moment, she chewed nervously on her lower lip. There had never been a time when she'd been afraid of asking or telling Asher anything. Now though, she was nervous and her stomach felt like it was twisting and turning in belly. Things have changed between them, and she didn't know why that mattered. Now that they both knew how the other felt, should that not make it easier?

"Would you..uh..would you mind being human tonight?" Finally she asked, then chewed on her lip some more. What if he said **no**? Or thought her stupid for wanting such a thing? She, of course, accepted him in whatever form he was in.

Asher blinked, then he blinked again. Kaylin had never asked him to sleep in his humanesque form with her. His little head gave a nod anyway, and a few seconds later he was laying there as a man. Thankfully when he shifted his clothes went…somewhere, but they were always on again when he shifted back. So at least he had on lounge pants rather than being nude and making this unusual situation awkward in addition.

Rolling over onto his side his every shifting hazel eyes met her beautiful green ones that seemed darkened with something, troubled really. "Any special reason you want things to be different tonight?" He was curious why the change and wanted to know what was going on in that beautiful mind of hers. Reaching over, he gently laid his hand atop hers. Whatever was bothering her, he didn’t want her feeling alone.

Kaylin marked her place, then set her book on her nightstand and turned back to him, trying to come up with the right words. "Do you remember our conversation when we were planning for Xavier's arrival?" Asher’s head nodded and his eyes narrowed slightly, making her more nervous. He was probably trying to figure out what one had to do with the other and where this was going. At least that is what she hoped he was doing.

Thinking maybe being in the same position he was would help calm her nerves, Kaylin laid down on her side and mirrored him. A hand slowly reached out to him to just run her fingertips across the skin of his chest. "You're not going to be my **dirty little secret** and you were right, I don't want my bed empty next to me." Just two sentences but by the time she finished her heart was thundering in her chest. They’d had this conversation, but if there weren’t actions to back those words then they were just sounds in the air and nothing more. That Asher believe her and know that her heart beat only for him was something she wanted more than anything, no, needed more than anything.

Before she passed out from nerves, Asher took pity on her. Well, pity was hardly the word for it, but he did end her suffering by rolling onto his back and pulling her over tight to his side so her head could rest on his shoulder and she could curl into him. Something he immediately regretted because he realized if she ever changed her mind, he'd never forget how wonderful she felt in his arms right then. There wasn’t anything he could think of that he wouldn’t do to ensure she never changed her mind and was never taken from him. He’d imagined this situation many times, dreamed of it even, but until their previous conversation had never considered it more than whimsy.

"Then you won't have to worry about it ever again." His head turned so he could look at her, his eyes searching hers, but for what he didn’t know. "You aren’t going to have to worry about me complaining about having you next to me, or being pushed away." His free hand reached over to softly caress her cheek as he gave her a soft smile. The sight of her head on his shoulder was something he could definitely get used to, and immensely liked. Part of him was afraid he was dreaming and would wake up back to everything being platonic and kept at arm’s length.

With Asher’s reaction, Kaylin began to relax and let one hand gently lay on his chest. Even in all their years as friends, or whatever they had truly been to one another, they had never laid like this together. Close, but normally he had more clothes on and she was not in a thin nightgown. Never before had she felt the butterflies cascading around in her stomach like she did in that moment either; something that confused her since she had never felt anything other than relaxed around him. Was this what love felt like? She was relaxed and comfortable, and yet a vibrating bundle of nerves all at once. It was exciting, thrilling and terrifying all at once.

“Saying things like that, Ash, you may spoil me.” She smiled at him, feeling a warmness come to her cheeks as her eyes dropped so she was looking at him through lowered lashes. Slowly her hand left his chest to move instead up to the side of his handsome face. Dark brown, almost black stubble had formed as the day ebbed on, and gave him a rougher look, but she liked it. Her thumb lightly swept over his cheek as her palm gently rested against his strong jaw, and her eyes fully returned those mysterious hazel-greens that seemed to shift color depending on his mood. At the moment they were a light shade of green, one she’d never seen before but found utterly gorgeous. “What are you thinking?” She finally asked them after a few moments of comfortable silence, knowing that there was something causing not only his eye change, but the look that could best be described as serenity on his face.

Asher paused a moment before giving her an answer. He wasn’t sure exactly how to put all of his thoughts into words, or if he even could. Their previous conversation about *them* had awakened hopes that he had fought for so long, loosed feelings he’d kept locked away, and now he was grasping with what it all meant for him, for them, and for the future. Looking into those beautiful green eyes of hers didn’t help him any. They were their own type of siren’s song that lured him in and threatened to drown him in their depths, a fate he was more than willing to hand himself over to. There was so much he wanted to say, but there was just something keeping any of it from coming out. She was the only one who mattered to him, who ever had mattered to him, and his fear of ruining it all with the wrong words or sentiment made him hold back, no matter how badly he wanted to earnestly tell her everything.

Slowly rolling up onto his side so they were facing one another, noses touching. “That I like this and have wanted it for so long.” His voice was low, husky, and there was emotion in it, truth. The hand that had never left her cheek, once more ran its thumb over her cheekbone. His eyes were expressive, showing his emotions in ways not even he could understand, but after years of being around one another, she did. “You mean everything to me, Kay. You always have. There is so much tumbling around in my head, I don’t even know where to start, but it all revolves around one thing,” he paused, his heart seeming to freeze up and his breathing becoming harder. The room seemed to shrink around him and he could have sworn that someone sucked all the air out of it. Before he continued he swallowed, afraid that his next words would break whatever spell had been cast that gave him everything he had desired for so long. “I love you.” Saying them didn’t make it better, instead he felt his ability to breath completely removed and his lungs burned from the lack of air. There was a second or two after the words had left her lips where he just stared in her eyes, waiting for rejection or a change of heart to come. When none did, he became somewhat emboldened and his lips found hers in what started as the softest caresses of lips against one another then built in intensity.

Over the years, Kaylin and Asher had expressed feelings to each other in many ways, but neither of them had ever told the other they loved them. Adored maybe, but never the actuarial word “love”. Love was sacred. They’d shared laughs, tears, and everything in between. Maybe all along they’d known, but neither of them had said it. Neither of them had spoken it into existence in the universe, potentially in fear that it would ruin what they had. The conversation before the Duke’s visit had erased those fears, and it had been when Asher had vowed to the universe that if what she had said to him was true that he would be the one to say it first. That no matter what happened, she WOULD know what had been in his heart all along.

For Kaylin’s part, she was glad that Asher kissed her, not only because she was thoroughly enjoying it, but also because if she had to have come up with something to say at that moment it would have been a catastrophe. It was not that she did not love him, quite the opposite, but hearing it from him did something to her that she could not even begin to put to words. Tears pricked at her eyes as emotions overwhelmed her, and while she was sure that he could feel the moistness on her cheeks when a couple of them escaped, she was eternally grateful that he couldn’t see them at the moment. Her heart felt like it would burst at knowing that he loved her, and that no matter what happened she was safe with him.

It was at that moment that the door to her room slammed open, something that should not have been able to happen. That meant only one thing, her father was pissed and hell was about to rain down.

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annisthree · 2 years ago

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Chapter III: Ontasou

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Pairing: Cassian Andor x Original Female Character

Word Count: ~5k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, canon typical violence

Chapter summary: Marla's squad receives orders to steal the new Imperial security protocols from the droid factory on Ontasou. Everything goes well - right up until it doesn't.

A/N: Cross-posted on AO3 (same username).

It was damp, cold, and her shoes were leaking.

'Hand me the binoculars,' The tremble in Aevie's voice suggested that she, too, was far from being overjoyed. Or warm.

Marla passed over the equipment and promptly retreated her arm again to hide it beneath the waterproof fabric she had covered her body with.

They have been at it for at least two hours, lying flat on the rocky ridge facing the droid factory. It was dark, and the wet stones glistened in the moonlight - which would have been a beautiful sight, poetic even, was it not for the bitter cold that made them both infinitely miserable and grumpy.

Oh, and the mud. Her entire body was now covered in mud. Good for staying undetected, bad for... well, everything else.

'Anything?' Marla's question was met with a resigned groan. 'Stars. I don't like this plan. It's a stupid plan, even for Cassian,' A quiet chuckle on her right encouraged Marla to continue. 'I don't see why we always have to overcomplicate it. I say, give Sal a repeater blaster, you can sneak in with the explosives, and Zafe and I will cover your backs - we can have this finished before the end of the shift. Before we freeze to death.'

Aevie's raincover rustled a little as she shifted to change her position. Her usually blue skin got somehow paler - perhaps it was the contrast with layers of mud that made her complexion even lighter by comparison. 'And what is Cassian doing in this scenario?'

Marla shrugged, realising suddenly how stiff her arms had become after hours of lying in the same position. 'Dunno. Sulking somewhere in the corner. Leaning on the wall and staring the Imperials down. Maybe distracting some pretty Imperial engineers.'

Marla punctuated the sentence with a scoff that was supposed to convey how little she cared. Because she didn't. She definitely wasn't thinking about him during the mission, and her brain definitely wasn't replaying the memories of the last night on repeat.

They hadn't addressed what had happened; they hadn't even said a single word to one another throughout the entire five-hour flight. Cassian was co-piloting with her, like he usually did - only this time, the air in the cockpit was filled with tension so evident it would be funny to Marla if she weren't directly involved. It helped that they had flown together so many times before that they didn't really need to communicate; they just organically knew what to do.

Luckily, jumping to hyperspace meant they could start avoiding each other from a greater distance. As soon as the streaks of blue and white appeared outside the viewport, Cassian sprang up from the co-pilot chair and almost darted out of the cockpit, his face contorted into an intense frown that caused his forehead to crease between his eyes.

And honestly, she didn't mind. She wasn't ready to talk. What would she tell him? You're a great lay, but now let's pretend this never happened? Or, I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop thinking about straddling you in the co-pilot seat? Or maybe, The way you smile at me sometimes makes me wanna scream and kiss you and cry and breathe you in and...

No, definitely not that last one.

So they did what they both did best - they buried everything deep down, like the emotionally illiterate fools they were.

After four more hours of silent torture, they arrived on Ontasou and immediately began scouting the area. They had to land a fair distance from their destination, so there was quite a trek involved - especially considering the weather and the fact that Ontasou's single moon was their only source of lighting.

They decided to take turns watching the factory, trying to gather some intel on security before they went in. The first shift went to Cassian and Zafe - and it had them come back three hours later soaked and emptyhanded. Cassian was properly brooding at that point, whereas Zafe, for some reason, had a spark of humour in his eyes that made Marla slightly nervous.

But then it was their turn. And, as much as Marla hated being flattened to a cold, wet rock with rain getting into her eyes and wind constantly blowing off her raincover - she was rather grateful she got to spend some Cassian-free time.

Plus, she could finally be helpful again. She missed that feeling - stuck in the med bay and then on bed rest, she had been itching for some action. Even if, technically, it was supposed to be a stealth mission. You never know what could go wrong.

A quiet gasp on her right jerked Marla back to reality.

'Shift change,' Aevie murmured curtly, returning the binoculars to Marla and turning her datapad on.

Accompanied by the sound of the frantic tapping of Aevie's fingers on the screen, Marla grabbed the binoculars and focused the image on the factory entry.

'Twelve buckets coming out the main entrance, twelve new ones exiting the transport,' she mumbled. 'The old shift is formed in two columns of six, standing at attention, about ten metres away from the entrance. Tight fit, but it's an opening,' The tapping on her left continued, interrupted only occasionally by a quiet sniff or a rustle of Aevie's raincoat. 'They are meeting in the front; someone's talking. Remaining exits seem clear.'

The factory wasn't too big - its grey dome seemed minuscule compared to the mountain peaks surrounding it. Their intel said that the entire manufacturing process was fully automated, meaning the only staff was a handful of technicians - and, of course, security.

'And off they go, the new shift is walking in. That was,' Marla paused, digging out her chrono from underneath layers of protective garments, 'three minutes, nineteen seconds. You got everything?'

The rhythmic tapping continued for a couple of seconds before stopping completely, followed by an affirmative hum from Aevie.

'Good. I think we've got what we came for. Let's get the hell out of here before my lips get bluer than yours.'

'Okay. She's in. Let's go.'

The plan was simple; they would take advantage of those three minutes it took the Imperials to change guard by sending Aevie to sneak in through the main door. It was a bit risky, but based on their recon, she should be out of the line of sight. Plus, she was tiny and quick, and she'd never failed them before.

Upon entering the factory, Aevie was to quickly rig the door with the data spike they got from one of the engineers back on the base. If everything went according to plan, it would look like a technical malfunction, and the Imperials would need some time to crack it in order to be able to open the door. Then, she would get to the emergency exit and let the rest of the team in, again blocking the door to prevent the Stormtroopers from getting in that way.

From there, it was supposed to be an easy ride: they would find the server room, download the data, and get out the way they came in. The engineer who programmed the spike gave them the estimate of twenty minutes before Imperials cracked the program, so ideally, they would have plenty of time. There was, of course, the question of factory guards, whose shifts were not synchronised with those of the Stormtroopers and thus would still be patrolling the facility - but hey, what's a couple of guards?

For now, though, they needed to get in. Which is why they were currently sprinting down a hill towards the emergency exit.

'I would like to formally request permission to blow up the production line, once--' A surprised sigh escaped Marla's lips as she slipped on one of the damp rocks, interrupting her question. Luckily, she was running right behind Salvatore, who saved her from what would surely be a very painful bruise on her freshly healed ribs, '--once we have the intel. I didn't bring all these thermal detonators for nothing.'

'You brought them,' Cassian panted from somewhere behind her, 'as a plan B. Plan A is for them not to notice we were ever there.'

Marla rolled her eyes and tried very hard not to think how the sound of his quickened breath evoked certain memories she would be foolish to dive into at that moment.

Focus.

Soon enough, the four of them reached the emergency exit - drenched, breathless, but in one piece. They were all just getting lined up along the durasteel wall when the door opened, revealing (slightly less drenched, but just as breathless) Aevie.

'Come on in. We need to be quick. I don't trust software that isn't mine.'

And so in they came, immediately creating a large puddle right by the door. Marla narrowly resisted the urge to shake off the water like a wet loth wolf, instead opting for a less dramatic process of wringing out her braid by hand.

'I think I saw the server room on my way here,' Aevie's nervous whisper got everyone focused again. 'But I also saw a couple of guards, so - careful.'

Pulling out both of her blaster pistols, Marla felt a delightful rush of adrenaline she had missed so much during her bed rest. She couldn't help a small grin, which immediately earned her a disapproving headshake from Cassian - to which she replied with an innocent shrug.

The inside of the factory looked... well, exactly like the inside of any other imperial building. Marla wondered if they had a catalogue of painfully bright, nauseatingly sterile and impersonal interiors that they just randomly chose from whenever a new facility was needed. Or maybe it was an algorithm, something that automatically generated a random layout built from pre-defined blocks. Either way - at least it was always easy to connect the dots if you ever woke up somewhere without a recollection of the events that led up to that point. Which, for Marla, happened way more often than she would like.

'Over here.'

They walked in a single column, with Aevie at the front, then Cassian, Marla, Salvatore and Zafe. The plan was to be quiet, but that was no easy feat, considering how the empty walls echoed every step or every louder breath. But so far, they lucked out. The server room was not far from where they entered, and Aevie did indeed seem to have a general idea of where they were going.

They stopped in front of a large door that had a fortified viewport in the middle. As they positioned themselves on both sides, glueing their backs to the wall and nervously gripping their weapons of choice, Cassian slowly walked up to the viewport and tilted his head ever so slightly to peek inside. He took a second to inspect the inside of the room and then backed out again, making intense eye contact with everyone and clearly showing two fingers before pointing his chin at the entrance. There was another series of gestures that outlined the strategy: he and Marla would go in first and stun (STUN, his eyes seemed to scream, throwing Marla an intense look) them. The rest would follow soon after to help hide the bodies and watch the exit. Meanwhile, Aevie would go straight to the terminal and do whatever needed to be done to upload the Imperial security protocols onto their databanks.

They reorganised quietly, leaving Marla and Cassian closest to the entrance, on both sides of the door. Cassian fixed her with another intense stare as if to ask if she understood the order - she nodded in reply, fighting the urge to poke fun at his solemn expression. Then, without warning, he grabbed her by the wrist, tilting it in a way that revealed the side of the blaster pistol she was holding. It took her a split second to realise he was checking if her guns were indeed in stun mode. The audacity.

She jerked her hand back and threw him a look that - she hoped - conveyed both resentfulness and annoyance.

Oh, you don't trust me?

Cassian was unmoved, his face frozen in that signature blank expression - he was already in his mission mode, focused, clearly determined to get everything done as cleanly and quickly as possible.

But then he finally raised three fingers, signalling the countdown to Marla.

Two.

One.

They kicked the door in, trying their best to do it as quietly as possible - if there ever was such a thing as subtle door-kicking. The two guards were clearly taken by surprise - and that split second of hesitation was enough for Marla and Cassian to stun both enemies.

'Clear of hostiles.'

'Okay, do your thing,' someone whispered at Aevie, and she darted towards the terminal in the centre of the room. The rest quickly moved the stunned guards to one of the supply closets, conveniently spacious enough to fit two rather large (but not buff; the other kind of large) middle-aged Imperials.

Marla remained close to the door, her back against the wall, head only slightly peeking outside and scanning the hallway. She tightened the grip on her blasters and took a deep breath to stabilise the rush of adrenaline that flooded her body. She was in her element: listening, waiting, ready to start blasting at first sight of trouble.

Eyes focused on the hallway, she relied on her hearing to track the progress of the rest of the crew. There was some whispering (funny, considering they had just kicked in a massive steel door, making enough noise to wake a sleeping krayt dragon). There was also a distinct sound of tapping on a screen.

'Okay, I'm in,' Aevie's voice was quiet and steady but laced with a pinch of urgency. 'Now to find the software database...'

'We have five minutes until the Imperials break through the door lock, at least according to the predictions we got.'

'You're... not helping, Zafe,' Aevie murmured, not interrupting the fast rhythm set by her fingers. 'Oh. Oh. I think I've got it. Just need to break this firewall and move the files to...'

She didn't get to finish. The room (and with it, the rest of the building) suddenly filled with a painful, high-pitched shrill of sirens, complete with red flashing coming from all available light sources.

'What the hell...?' someone screamed over the noise.

'Kriff. Stupid firewall. I must have- kriff. It's all locked now. I can't get in.' Aevie's words felt like punches. Marla was still focused on the hallway, now more so than ever, but she didn't have to look back to be able to imagine Aevie's finger shaking at the terminal, desperately punching different buttons.

'What do you mean you can't get in?' Cassian barked, and Marla wanted to smack him on the head for stressing Aevie even more.

'I mean, it's on lockdown. Everything. I must have tripped an alarm.'

This time Marla couldn't resist a quick glance inside the room. Cassian was pinching the bridge of his nose, freezing in that pose for a moment. Aevie was putting on a brave face, but you could see her big blue eyes were filled with guilt and apprehension.

The sound of quickly approaching footsteps jerked Marla back to reality. Someone was coming. Several someones, from the sound of it. Marla backed into the doorframe and tightened the grip on her pistols, shooting a cautionary look at the others.

She fired the first shot as soon as the guard appeared from behind the corner, immediately ducking back behind her cover. There was a surprised half-scream and a loud thump, confirming she did not miss.

Marla leaned out of the doorframe again and shot blindly at where the previous guard was. She missed this time, but before she could take a step back, she felt someone's body pressing against her back and saw an arm appearing right next to hers, pointing a blaster in the exact same direction as she was. It fired, and the bolt found the remaining guard and had him stumble back before slumping lifelessly to the floor.

'I had it under control,' she mumbled.

'Sure you did,' Cassian murmured almost directly into her ear, and the sudden wave of conflicting emotions made Marla want to point her blaster at her own head just to escape the awkwardness of the situation.

But before she could, he stepped back and turned around to face the rest of the crew.

'Is there any chance you could still get us those files?' Cassian asked, and Aevie shook her head apologetically.

Marla didn't move, her eyes glued to the corner at the end of the hallway. Everything was drowning in a pulsating red light amplified by the reflective surfaces the walls were covered with.

She took a deep breath. There must have been a way. She didn't spend hours lying in mud just to get back with empty hands. There must be-- wait.

'I have an idea you won't like,' she shouted at no one in particular, trying to time her words so that they don't drown in the deafening noise.

'Do you ever have any other kind?'

'Funny. We passed the production hall on our way here. How about, instead of getting the data from the system, we take it from one of the droids? Surely some of them have already been uploaded with the protocols...'

'You were right. I hate it,' Cassian barked back at her, and she was suddenly glad she had her eyes focused on the hallway.

'You have a better one?' There was a long pause, and then, in between the rhythmic blare of the alarm, she heard a loud, resigned groan that immediately brought a grin onto her face. 'Wonderful. Let's go.'

'So, when you said get the data from one of the droids, what exactly did you mean?'

They have managed to make it to the production hall, bumping only into two more guards on their way - they were immediately attacked by six blaster bolts fired simultaneously by every single crew member, making it impossible to assess who delivered the killing blasts.

The production hall was huge, and - luckily for them - fully automated. Marla briefly remembered the last time she raided an Imperial factory and thanked the Maker that there were no civilians involved this time.

What was there, though, were rows and rows of security droids, lined at the far end of the area. Marla remembered hearing somewhere that security droids were the Empire's way of working around the law that prohibited manufacturing battle droids - the basic functionality remained the same; what changed was the design and the name. Compared to their predecessors (which were all decommissioned after the Clone Wars), they were slightly taller and made of a different, darker alloy. Supposedly, the Empire has also invested in upgrading their behavioural software - which, sadly, stripped away the famously dumb personalities that the Clone-era clankers were famous for.

'Well, I guess we just grab its guts and take them with us, right?'

She had to admit her plan didn't exactly specify the how. But they were here, in a warehouse full of droids at a different stage of the manufacturing process. Surely at least some of them had already been through the software installation procedure...?

'Aevie?'

'Sorry. Hardware is not my thing.'

'Well, let's bust one open and see what's inside. Maybe we'll find a big disc with the words 'security protocol software' written on it.'

'We are never following your plans again, Marla. Okay. Sal, Zafe - you stay here and watch the exits. The rest of us will start looking for-- well, something.'

'You've got it, boss!' Salvatore's enthusiastic attitude contrasted starkly with the resignation in Cassian's eyes. But Marla decided she wouldn't let this bring her down.

She started sprinting towards the column of half-assembled droids, jumping over the frozen production lines to shorten the path.

We can do it. I'm not coming back with empty hands.

The first droid she found was-- well, it was difficult to call it a droid; it was mostly a durasteel skeleton with no head and just a basic structure of limbs. That couldn't be it. She knew very little about droids and even less about manufacturing them - but she figured there needed to be some sort of a data storage medium for the droid to have the programming installed.

Frustrated, Marla rushed past the first column and soon realised they were sorted by the completion stage - thank the Maker for the Imperial obsession with order. That meant she was most likely to find what she was looking for in the very last column.

'Hey, these ones look finished,' she shouted back at Cassian and Aevie, not slowing down even a bit.

There was something immensely chilling about running between columns and columns of security droids. Sure, they were all deactivated - but they were still towering over her, ridiculously tall, painted black with the Imperial insignia on their-- erm, biceps?-- and it felt like their dead eyes followed her every move.

But there was no time to ponder on it. She had just reached the last column, and indeed, this is where the complete - or almost complete - models were lined up.

'Let's crack this bad boy open,' she proclaimed, immediately realising she had no idea where to start or even how to get past the metal plating.

But Aevie was already at it - despite her earlier claims, she seemed to have at least a vague understanding of what they were looking for.

'Need light,' she mumbled, focused on unscrewing the plating at the back of the droid. Cassian was quick to come to the rescue, flashing his glow rod beside Aevie's hands and simultaneously prodding around the insides of the now-open machine.

Marla, on the other hand, lost all of her previous enthusiasm. Why was she here? She should have been back with Zafe and Salvatore, blaster ready to shoot. Instead, she was poking at different parts of the droid with no real plan, feeling the most useless she'd felt in a long time.

But then, there was a click, a mechanical hum, and the empty droid eyes filled with light.

'What did you--' she started but was promptly interrupted by a mechanical voice.

'Initiating start up. Loading. Loading.'

'Shit. Switch it off, switch it off!'

There was some more clicking followed by a descending beep. The droid's eyes went black again.

'Sorry. Wrong switch.'

'Next time, give me a--'

Another noise cut Marla off - this time, though, it wasn't coming from the droid. There was a loud rumble at the other end of the warehouse, and soon after, they heard a round of blasts being fired in the general vicinity of the entrance.

'Cassian?' Zafe was screaming over the noise, periodically releasing a bolt of energy from his rifle. 'I hope you found whatever you were looking for, cause the stormtroopers are back.'

'Kriffing hell,' Cassian murmured, reaching for his blaster. 'Just a moment!' he shouted back.

'We don't have a moment, kid!' Salvatore's voice was just as tense.

The blaster shots became more frequent and louder. Marla could see Zafe and Salvatore slowly backing out.

'Marla. Grab its left shoulder.'

'What? You're not thinking about--'

'Do you have a better idea?' Cassian gave her an irritated look while wrapping the limp metal arm around his shoulder, ready to carry - or drag - the droid out.

Marla swallowed a series of expletives but eventually decided to follow suit. Soon enough, they were on both sides of the droid, supporting its weight on their shoulders.

'Where to, Captain? You do remember we're on lockdown, right? That means the doors--'

'Aevie. There's a bunch of thermal detonators in Marla's backpack. I'm thinking that door over there looks like an emergency exit.'

Indeed - when Marla looked in the direction Cassian was pointing at, she could see a small set of doors that looked very similar to the ones they came in through.

'You've got it,' there was a new wave of enthusiasm - or adrenaline - in Aevie's voice as she rumbled through Marla's backpack, looking for the detonators. She must have taken a good number of them because it suddenly felt lighter by quite a lot.

'Okay, let's go,' Cassian shot Marla a quick glance to confirm her readiness, and then they both began pulling the droid towards the exit. It was substantially taller than any of them, which meant its legs were dragging on the floor - but they were making progress. Which would have made Marla feel relieved, was it not for the increasingly loud blaster shots she heard closer and closer behind her.

Meanwhile, Aevie darted towards the exit door and immediately stuck about a dozen detonators around the doorframe. Bit of an overkill, Marla thought - but then she saw Aevie run back for cover, and soon enough, there was smoke everywhere, and a gaping hole in the wall where the door used to be.

'Get to the ship! We're gonna need a lift!'

Marla suddenly regretted that they didn't leave anyone behind on the ship. Stealth mission, my ass. She should have known shit would hit the fan; it always did.

'I knew this was a stupid plan,' she heard Cassian pant on her left and couldn't help but let out a short, breathless chuckle.

'Hey, abducting a droid wasn't--' she started, when suddenly she heard some shouting behind her, followed by a sharp crackle of a blast charge that flew right by her ear, 'Shit.'

With her free hand, she grabbed one of the pistols strapped to her thigh and did an awkward half-turn to try and aim at the oncoming wave of troopers while still walking forward. It went just about as well as she would expect - she miraculously scored a shot at the closest attacker, but she missed his head by a whole lot, hitting his shoulder instead. He stumbled back, but almost immediately recovered and pointed his rifle at Marla.

'On your left. Behind the welding station, go!'

She didn't need to be told twice. Somehow accessing a hidden reserve of her strength, she turned left and started dragging the droid towards what looked like an automated welding station. Finally, the three of them staggered behind the cover of the large machine, and Marla and Cassian immediately dropped the droid on the floor.

'You good?' Cassian panted, his eyes scanning Marla thoroughly in search of wounds.

Marla struggled to answer, her breathlessness making it difficult to articulate more than a couple of words at a time.

'Stop,' she paused for a sharp inhale, 'stop checking me out-- you creep,' she wheezed with a grin, leaning on the cold metal casing of the large machine to catch her breath.

Cassian just snorted and dried his face off with his sleeve, making Marla realise how her own forehead was beaded with sweat. The mixture of adrenaline and exertion painted their faces red, and they were both struggling to recover their breaths - but stars, she hadn't felt this alive in ages. Maybe apart from last night - but that had been a different kind of alive. Exciting - yes, satisfying - sure, but being with him was always a bit scary, a bit overwhelming in its complexity. Now, this, this was simple - it was her and her blasters and a clear objective ahead.

But then she heard his hitched breath right next to her and discovered she could no longer filter him out from that scene.

And that wasn't good. That was precisely what she wanted to avoid. And why they should have never done all the stupid things they did.

Marla suddenly realised she was staring - he must have noticed it too because his lips quirked slightly at the corners. Smug bastard. She wanted to kiss that stupid smile off his face.

Hey, focus.

'Ready?'

She was. Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, she tightened the grip on her blasters and nodded back at him.

And just like that, they were back to a world full of screaming, explosions and blaster fire. Ducking in and out of their cover, it felt like a perfectly synchronised dance. Stars, with a blaster pistol in each hand and Cassian Andor by her side, she felt more powerful than ever. She could take on the Emperor himself at that moment and wipe the floor with his stupid wrinkled face. She was invincible. They were invincible.

... and it seemed they had just taken down a whole squadron of Stormtroopers, because the shooting finally stopped, replaced with another sound, this time from outside of the facility. Right, the ship.

Before she could fully assess the situation, Zafe and Salvatore caught up to them - exhausted, sweating twice as much as she was, but in one piece. Stupid, lucky bastards. They always somehow made it one piece, the lot of them.

'Why--' Zafe started, his eyes widening at the sight of a droid sitting lifelessly on the floor between Marla and Cassian.

'No time. Help us get him to the ship.'

With two additional pairs of hands (and muscle), it became much easier to carry the droid, and soon enough, they were running up the ramp and into the cargo bay of the Blackbird. It was still raining, but it truly didn't matter - they were all drenched in sweat anyway.

They all got to the ship at the same time, finally able to drop the droid onto the floor. Someone punched the ramp controls, and it began slowly closing, the thick layer of durasteel separating them from the cold and the sight of another wave of Stormtroopers that were pouring out of the hole in the wall in one final attempt to stop them.

But they didn't. The ship was already in the skies, and soon enough, they exited the atmosphere, leaving behind the factory, the stormtroopers and the rain.

Marla looked up, and couldn't stop a small relieved smile from forming on her lips. She slowly inspected the faces of her companions: Cassian's, damp with sweat and looking right back at her; Salvatore's, flushed red, with his beard drenched and his mouth ajar as he gasped for air; and then, Zafe's, whose eyes were glued to the droid lying on the floor in front of him.

'Okay. Good job. Now, can someone please explain why we have a KX-series droid in our cargo bay?'

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A/N: Okay, so I know there was that comic book that described how Cassian met Kay - but I wanted to do it my way. So. Here you have it. Hope you liked it.

#cassian andor #cassian andor x original female character #andor #cassian andor fanfiction #rogue one #rogue one fanfiction #andor fanfiction

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hazelnut-u-out · 2 years ago

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okay, so i really wanna talk about the birdrick angst for a second...

it is so painful to me that rick continues to choose BP over any other love interest that gets introduced while BP is either oblivious (my man takes things far too literally), or just continues to NOT choose rick. even though it isn’t explicitly stated, s5 makes it so obvious that rick has left this section of his life open for BP, always- like an outstanding invitation.

(“no worries if not! if you change your mind, let me know!” email, but sent through his coded interactions with BP instead of from a work account, lmao.)

what really gets me every time, though, is the line from blood ridge:

“rick, the relationship we have is not worth my integrity.”

“integrity” he later proceeds to throw away on a careless whim for who he believed was a 17-year-old, average girl from earth (at least, from rick’s perspective). someone who never put in the time and effort that rick did to show him that he cares about what BP cares about. that he respects BP, and what he finds meaningful.

it must be so confusing for him. he must be wondering why he’s been sitting on a back burner for 35 years because of some notion of “integrity” that BP doesn’t otherwise care to throw away on someone.

i think this explains why BP’s relationship with tammy, specifically, annoys rick so much, despite the fact that rick initially encouraged them to hook up. he was fine with meaningless sex, but a commitment to someone who contradicts everything BP implied rick had to be?

yeah, i think i’d be angry and confused, too.

the irritating part? most of this is probably caused by miscommunication. these boys just do NOT communicate on the same frequency. one through mainly coded language, the other through hyper-literal phrasing.

#they're so goofy #like please guys #just have a conversation #rick and morty #birdperson #birdrick

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seita · 4 years ago

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— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime smut #hajime iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #afton.writes

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,.

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

»»————-　🔥　————-««

“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…”

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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johnsamericano · 3 years ago

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Can do a fic about dilf doyoung is your Father's friend but u have a secret relationship with him them one day he got you preggo so u moved in with him plsssss also put a lot of smut shshshhshsh pls I hope you read this.

Hi there! My requests are currently closed but I can never resist writing dilf!Doyoung so you’re lucky. There's not THAT much smut in this because I wanted to make it as realistic as possible. Hope you like it!

warnings: dirty talking, sex, language, use of the name daddy, spanking, unexpected pregnancy, age gap.

“What’s the meaning of this invitation, Mr. Kim?” You inquired, walking past the front door with a gym bag hanging from your shoulder. “It's not every day you invite me to a private swimming party.”

“Very funny.” He welcomed you with a hug, his warm, naked chest pressed against your covered one. “Jeno’s out with his friends. He won't come back until tomorrow.”

“Aw, but where's the fun in that? I wanted to be with him.” That response earned you a slap in the ass, hard enough to serve as a warning not to keep testing his patience.

“Get changed. I'll wait for you in the hot tub.”

You locked yourself in the nearest bathroom, quickly yanking off your clothes to replace them with a baby blue bikini. You knew how much he loved the matching set, not as much as taking it off you, of course.

Wanting to make him wait for a while longer, you neatly folded your clothes and placed them over your sleeping wear inside the bag you'd brought with you.

“Took you long enough.” He was sitting inside the water, his arms spread wide as he gave you a less than amused look. “Come here.”

Despite how dominant he might look on the outside, he never managed to fool you. As soon as you were between his arms, your face was guaranteed to be covered with kisses from his soft lips.

“I missed you this past few weeks.” His wet thumb traced figures over your arm, avoiding looking into your eyes. “Why haven't you visited?”

Your fingers played with the small, grey hairs covering the nape of his neck.

“It's getting harder to hide it from Jeno, and I know if he ever found out, our friendship would be over. I don't wanna lose him.”

“He’ll find out, better sooner than later.” The look on your face must've given away your thoughts. “What? Did you think this was just something casual?”

“I mean...” His jaw dropped, arms falling into the water with a splash. “Look, you have to understand me. We started right after your wife left, I thought you were using me to forget her. And I didn't mind-”

“Using you?” Just a few millimeters and his eyebrows would be touching. “Have you always thought so low of me?”

“Doyoung...”

“I want a future with you, y/n. Not just an occasional fuck but an actual relationship, and if you don't feel the same about me, then we might as well end things here.” This was the first time you'd seen him mad, with his whole face red from anger and the warmth of the jacuzzi, he looked as if he were about to explode.

“Of course I do. But it's complicated.” The red shade tinting his cheeks and ears, slowly faded. “No one would accept our relationship, for starters.”

“I couldn't care less about other’s opinions.”

In less than a second, his lips crashed against yours, hard. But there was a hint of sweetness in his wild movements, the way his hands caressed your back while his tongue worked its way inside your mouth aggressively.

“Already so eager?” He asked as your heat rubbed itself against his clothed cock. “Not here.”

“What...?”

The muscles in his legs tensed as he stood up with you still between his arms. He was strong, for a man of his age, of course.

“I’m afraid that I've been fucking you the wrong way, which might have been the reason for you to have the wrong idea about us.” Leaving a trail of water drops behind you, you climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor, where his room was located. “Scratch that. No more fucking, from now on, I'm gonna make love to you.”

“Have you always been this cheesy?” Your feet touched the floor as he removed his hands from below your thighs, slightly pushing you until the back of your knees touched the mattress.

“Don’t make me change my mind and spank that pretty ass.”

“Rude.” You let yourself fall on the fresh comforter, dragging him down with you.

“Take your clothes off for me, won't you?” He busied himself pulling down his swimming trunks while you struggled with the knot keeping your bra in place. “Such a silly, little girl. Can't do anything without her daddy, can her?”

“Please.” Even though you hated being humiliated, your core didn't seem to bother. His degrading words only caused your essence to form an even larger patch on your bikini. “Doyoung...”

“Fine.” His cock was standing proudly, his tip dripping with small beads of precum. “On your knees and turn around.”

He worked through the knots as fast as his trembling fingers allowed him to. His mouth was aching to say the special words he'd been keeping to himself for a while now, but he didn't have enough courage yet.

“Ready.” The straps fell down your arms, tickling the skin as they slid.

You took the last piece of your suit off, finally allowing your body to be consumed by the humidity of the summer evening. Doyoung was quicker to enter you than usual. No teasing, just lovemaking as he’d promised earlier.

“You’re so warm.” His lips were attached to your collarbone, sucking to leave a mark big enough for everyone to see. “Your little cunt takes me so well. No one else could make me feel as good as you do.”

With his hips pistoning your hole, your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, dancing over the tender skin. The way you were looking at each other, so intimate and full of affection, had the words he'd been wanting to say rushing out of his lips.

“I love you.” His movements faltered as if waiting for you to give him any type of answer.

“What’s with that scared face?” You giggled, every inch of your skin flushed with embarrassment and desire. “I love you too.” He loved how young you made him feel, like a silly teenager confessing to his crush only to find out his feelings were reciprocated.

His thrusts resumed, this time slower, deeper, making sure you felt every single ridge and vein of his cock. His length caressed your walls oh so deliciously, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Until someone had to ruin it.

“Dad, where are you?” In a rush, Doyoung pulled out, not even noticing how his seed spilled out of your hole. Fear had taken over the pleasure.

“Get in the bathroom, he probably just forgot something. Don't worry.”

As he'd said, Jeno was quick to leave. Not even ten minutes later, Doyoung was back in his room, announcing Jeno’s little getaway got extended.

“So that means, you can stay for a while longer. Only if you want of course.” The bathtub was filling with warm water and bubbles he'd added. “Or we can go on our own trip, whatever you want.” You felt at ease between his arms, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Who would've thought you'd be losing your mind a few weeks later because of the same man that had given you so much peace before.

“How could you forget to wear protection?!”

“Don't treat me as if I were the only one responsible for this situation.” You hid your face between the warmth of your palms, supporting the side of your head against the window. “Look at me, baby.”

You shook your head, tears starting to slip between your fingers.

“I’m here for you, darling. Whatever you want to do, I'll fully support you.” His thumb traced the shape of the shell of your ear.

“I don't know what I want to do.”

“We still have time to help you figure things out, okay?” There was a certain sadness to his tone, almost as if his hopes were vanishing.

He didn't want to get rid of it, but being pregnant was a burden that you'd have to carry alone as much as he tried to help. It was your choice and only yours.

“I want to have it, but I don't even have a job or economical support. My parents would kill me if they found out. And Jeno, oh boy, he'd have a heart attack.”

“You have me, y/n. And even though I can't do anything about other people's reactions, I'll always be by your side.”

Doyoung wasn't lying. He walked you through every step, even assumed part of the responsibility when talking to your parents, who didn't react as badly as you'd foreseen.

“Just make sure you're making the right choice.” They'd said.

Jeno was the last person to find out.

“Oh, hey y/n. Were you waiting for me?” He dropped the sports bag right in front of de door.

“We have to tell you something.”

“We?” The look on his face was almost comical as if life had been sucked out of his handsome features.

“Yes, we.” Doyoung laced his fingers with yours, tightly locking your hands together.

His father explained the situation calmly, making sure to use the right words to avoid scaring him away. By the time he was done, Jeno was just staring at you with an emotionless face.

“Jeno?” Your heart dropped at the thought of losing your friend. “Say something, please.”

“You want me to say something?”

There was a small, dramatic pause to add some tension to his words. But the mood lightened as soon as his eyes became crescent moons.

“Bold of you to assume I wasn't aware of your little relationship.” He giggled. “It's okay, guys. You're both adults and I trust you know what you're doing.”

“What the hell is going on?” Your thoughts slipped out of your mouth.

“Thank you, Jeno.” Doyoung mouthed, squeezing your shoulder.

“Man, I always wanted a little brother.” He walked up to you, wrapping his arms around you and his father's neck.

“I rather have a girl this time.”

“Should I call you mom?” Jeno teasingly asked, poking the back of your head.

“Try me.”

(...)

As you folded your clothes and placed them in your new closet, the sun started setting. The light sound of sizzling could be heard from the room, probably Doyoung cooking dinner.

“Y/n!” He shouted from downstairs. “Come help me set the table.”

“Coming!” You set aside the remaining boxes. There were not many clothes left to unpack, so you could finish after eating.

You tiptoed on your way downstairs, accomplishing to scare him with a surprise back hug.

“Stop, you could've burnt yourself.” He scolded, undoing your hug only to quickly pull you by his side moments later.

“Is it me or are you getting a little too overprotective?”

“Am not!” His eyebrows quivered like they did every time he lied.

“Really? Then why haven't we had sex ever since you found out I was pregnant?” Your hand teasingly traced figures on his lower abdomen, a little too close to the stove he was using.

“You’re gonna get burnt.” Once again, he tried to push you away, but your hand remained in the same position. “Baby...”

“Uh-uh, you're not gonna sweet-talk your way out. Why won't you touch me anymore? Have I lost my charm or something?”

“What? No!” He turned off the stove, completely turning to his side to face you. “I just don't wanna hurt the baby.”

“Bullshit. You know it's still safe to do it, you already had one son, for god's sake.” Your arms were crossed over your slightly swollen mounds. “I want the truth.”

“I’m telling you the truth...” There was no nervous quiver from his eyebrows, but his tone was less than convincing.

“The whole truth, Doyoung.”

There was no way out, he had to tell you what he'd been trying to hurry at the back of his head for weeks now.

“I can't stop thinking that the only reason we became official is because of this baby, and I'm afraid if you lose it, I'll lose you as well.” It seemed as if your roles had reversed, as if he was the youngest, the most immature.

“Idiot.” You flicked his forehead with anger, later pulling him into a bear hug. “Get those stupid ideas out of your little head or I'll have to slap them out of you.”

“Rude much.”

“I told you once before we found out about the baby...” Your lips were achingly close to his, ready to kiss those soft, pink pillows. “I love you.”

Your eyes were stuck on his lips, too busy to notice how his eyes started sparkling, the edge of them trying to contain his tears. After a while, you looked up, his nostalgic expression puzzling you.

“I’m sorry, it's the hormones.” He sniffled.

“That's not how pregnancy works, honey.”

#nct smut #nct angst #nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct doyoung

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Being the oldest sibling wasn’t the greatest thing in the world. Never had it felt more obvious the whole 40 hours Easton had driven between Amity Park and a town in the middle of Oregon called Gravity Falls.

Not nonstop of course. While Wes was in a hurry to get there to meet his online friend, he needed to rest and sleep off the stiffness in his arms. Telekinesis could only help drive the SUV so far, and Easton was grateful that Kyle decided to come along since the other had a driver’s license.

The SUV trailed along a dusty road in the middle of a large expanse of trees. Aside from a few deer and a bear, there wasn’t a change in scenery the past few miles.

“Kyle, how much longer until we get close to the Gravity Falls?” He asked his younger brother.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s supposed to appear really soon.”

“How soon?” Wes asked from behind Easton.

“Riiiight about… now.” Kyle pointed a finger to the right. At first Easton just saw a water tower with what looked like a muffin graffitied on it. It wasn’t much of a landmark.

“East, pull over,” Wes muttered.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

He pulled over and then he saw the town.

It was in a massive crater that stretched for at least a hundred miles. Two towering ridges overlooked the place, both with a long crack as if someone struck out a piece with an ax. A railway connected both ends, making it look like the crack was caused by a UFO. The one on the right had a huge waterfall that led to a lake with a small island in the center. Closer to the middle the town sprawled out, with a river running off into the distance.

There was only one word the three brothers could say: “Whoa…”

“...How deep do you think that lake is?” Kyle asked.

“Don’t know,” Easton said. “Hey Wes, you might want to give your friend a message and ask what part of town he’s in.”

“On it,” he answered, taking a photo of the view before sending a text message. A small noise emitted from Wes’ phone a minute later. “Alright, Dipper says he’s over on the west side of town. Just keep driving to the town until you hit the fork with a sign about the Mystery Shack.”

“The Mystery Shack? That sounds wild,” Kyle said.

“Sounds like a place for tourists,” Easton added, driving the car back on the road.

“I think it is?” Wes shrugged. “He talks a lot about how one of his uncles used to own the place. There’s a lot of rumors about Gravity Falls having weird or supernatural sightings online.”

“Doubt that it’s actually true,” he muttered to himself.

If Easton had placed a bet on his words from earlier, he would’ve lost.

The SUV got a flat tire, and with a small wifi connection, Kyle had run up ahead to get to the Mystery Shack for some help. Easton and Wes stayed behind in case someone drove along.

Both Wes and him looked at their dad’s now totaled SUV in shock and horror. It was squished like an empty soda can, large hand markings covering the roof. Their suitcases lay abandoned nearby, as if whatever giant crushed the car gave them only a slight bit of mercy and didn’t destroy their clothes.

“Shit,” Wes hissed.

“Dad’s going to be so pissed,” Easton regretfully agreed with him, clenching onto his blue cap. “No mechanic’s gonna fix it up for cheap, unless we try using one of dad’s credit cards.”

“Are you crazy? If we use it in the middle of Oregon, dad’s gonna find out we were out of the house. He’ll ground me for the rest of summer!”

“You sort of set yourself up for something like this to happen,” he pointed out. “You could’ve just waited for dad to come back so he could’ve taken you.”

“Yeah, I know, I made another reckless mistake!” He yelled. Both brothers looked at each other dead in the eye. But instead of trying to fight, Wes turned away and kicked the ground. “Now it looks like we’re stuck in this town until we find a way back.”

Easton pinched his nose, took a long sigh, and placed a gentle hand on his youngest brother’s shoulder. “I know… I just got worried thinking what could’ve happened if you were still inside... If we're lucky we can find some way to make up some story dad will buy.”

Wes looked at him quietly. “Like that time when Technus tried taking over the bus system and I was inside?”

He gave a small chuckle. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Oh shit,” an unfamiliar voice said.

The both of them turned their head as a golf cart pulled over a short walk ahead of them. Inside were three people: Kyle, a redhead around Easton’s age with a blue cap with a pine tree and flannel clothes, and a girl around Wes’ age with a pink sweater, bright cyan shorts, and long blue socks.

“I thought you said that your car just had a flat tire,” the redhead said to Kyle, who pushed aside their bangs to see the wreckage better.

“Dudes, did you try moving the car to the shack?” They asked them.

“We didn’t-” Wes started before Easton gave his shoulder a nudge. “Yeah, we just didn’t expect it to roll that far down," he told his brother.

The forest near the road rested on a slight incline, so while it wasn’t hard to believe it veered downhill, it didn’t look like that was the cause of the damage.

“I’m pretty sure old man MccGucket or Grunkle Ford could fix it up if we gave him a call,” the other teen answered. “Hmm, that ain’t a bad idea, Mabel,” the redhead said, nodding along to the suggestion.

“Wait, your name’s Mabel?” Wes asked. “Is your brother by chance-”

“Dipper? Ohhhh, you must be that guy he was crazy about meeting!”

“Yeah, where is he!?”

“Back at the Shack. The minute your brother came in and told us about the car, he ran up to clean his room. I tried telling him the whole week he should’ve done it sooner, but oh well.”

“Oh yeah, he’s super psyched to meet you too,” the redhead agreed.

“Well then what are we waiting for, let’s go!” Wes said. The three brothers grabbed their suitcases and got inside the golf cart. Easton sat in between Wes and Kyle, well aware of how strong the Cain instinct could be at times.

“What’s your name?” The redhead young adult asked while she drove the cart.

“Easton,” he answered.

“Easton? Pretty weird name, but I’ve heard weirder. Mine’s Wendy.”

“You guys look like you could be related,” Mabel commented.

“Last time I checked, no Weston lived in Gravity Falls,” Wes answered.

“Wait, your guy’s last name is Weston?” Mabel giggled.

“Hey, none of us picked out our last names,” Wes grumbled.

“If we did, it would’ve been way less punny,” Kyle agreed. “Or maybe more weird, who knows.”

“Yeah, what he said.”

“Huh, congrats Mabel,” Easton said in surprise. “I think that’s one of the few times they’ve agreed on something a stranger they just met said to them.”

“I do have a way with people!” Mabel said. “Unlike Dipper, he’s more people shy than I am.”

“I get that, Wes is pretty much the same.”

“Am not!” Wes complained.

“Nah, you give off the same Dipper vibes, no escaping it now,” Wendy laughed.

Wes moaned, clamping his hands onto his face to avoid the others from seeing his embarrassment.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years ago

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Ok i got an monster tom x scientist reader au universe thing and no it does not take place in the red army base

Reader is a scientist and is asked to run some tests on a new specimen/monster they found, and when reader sees the specimen/monster they actually think it's kinda cute but then some other scientists shock him and even stick some needles in him and reader just feels bad for the specimen/monster at this point so nighttime rolls around and they hack into the cameras to shut them off and wear a mask so they won't get caught and go to the main room where the specimen/monster is they the reader introduces themselves to the monster the monster, thinking they're gonna hurt them, immediately backs off obviously scared and reader convinces the monster that they're not gonna hurt them and the monster shrinks as he's mostly human and says "your not gonna hurt me?" And they reassure him that they're not gonna hurt him and they sneak into the readers car and drives off the lab that the monster was in and reader asks what the "monsters" name is and says their name is "tom". Then reader makes a pit stop to a store real quick to get tom some clothes and then reader drives to they're home and introduces tom to their room and asks if they want some food/ take out or not an he says yes and they get some chinese food and watch some TV, after eating they both go to bed and reader suddenly finds themselves in Toms arms whimpering a little, and reader just kinda decides to pet his hair and rub his horns a little bit which make him purr then tom wraps his tail around reader and asks them to do it more and they do do that untill they notice that he's asleep then they both fall asleep.

Whew, I enjoyed writing this one ^^

Summary: Reader, a scientist, rescues Monster Tom from the lab that experimented on him and brings him home

...............

"Dr. [L/n], I'll let you oversee today's tests on TR-03."

"Alright, chief." You smiled awkwardly as your supervisor handed you the clipboard. It contained the subject's information: a one-eyed horned monster of an unknown species, though your colleagues have theorized it to be a demon. "What kind of tests are we running on it?"

"Resistance to electric shocks. There's evidence of uranium possibly circulating in its blood, so you'll be watching them extract samples as well."

As he explained, your smile gradually dropped as you looked over the information, seeing a ton of redacted information, including several incidents of the destruction it caused prior to its capture.

"So it's gonna be shocked and stuck with needles? Sounds painful."

"Its armor is thick, so it shouldn't feel a thing. Besides...I don't think you need to worry about whether it'll be painful for it." Your supervisor spoke in a rather condescending tone. "After all it's just an animal."

"I...yes, sir. I'll go oversee the tests right away." Not wanting to argue further, you just left his office and wandered through the building.

You were eager yet anxious to meet this monster.

Eventually you reached the area where the creature was being held, climbing up the stairs that led to the skybridge so you could look down into its holding chambers.

It was a massive dark purple creature, with two bright violet horns and a single black eye. Surprisingly it was allowed full movement, though judging from the many claw marks on the walls...it wouldn't surprise you if one day it was chained up to restrict such behavior.

You actually thought it was..kind of cute? It looked scary in pictures, but up-close it didn't seem as terrifying.

That only made you feel more pity for it as other scientists entered the chamber, clad in protective suits, with electric prongs and needles.

Almost immediately the monster seemed aware of what they were going to do, its eye widening as it stood on both feet and cowered in the corner. It growled in warning, only for a scientist to jab its leg with a prong in response, eliciting a roar of pain.

You physically flinched, feeling bad for the creature. But you took notes on its response to electric shocks.

Subject recognized equipment immediately, perceiving them as danger. Responded painfully to electricity.

Soon after being tortured, the monster seemed dazed, allowing another scientist in a hazmat suit to approach it and stick a needle into its hip. The vial of blood collected turned out to be red, with a glowing green aura.

As you took more notes, you heard a small whimper and looked down, seeing that the monster wasn't putting up a fight.

Instead it was...crying?

Sure enough, tears leaked from its eye as more of its blood was drawn, being electrocuted as some sick form of "sedation". It was hard to tell whether the people inside felt any sort of sympathy, but they just took their leave without saying a word to each other. Only a mere nod.

You didn't want to be here any longer than you needed to, so you finished your report and began heading back to your office.

Though you noticed the monster looking up at you, and you couldn't help but frown and murmur a simple:

"I'm sorry."

.............

After your shift was over, normally you'd go home for the night.

But on the ride home...you kept thinking of TR-03 and couldn't shake the images and sounds of its pain.

The way it responded to just seeing the prongs, and the way it looked at you as though it was begging for help, seemed far too human for it to be just a mindless animal.

Of course, you never questioned the secrets this lab kept--not wanting to be fired. But they seemed to be hiding a lot of stuff about this specimen, never speaking about its origins or even what it was capable of.

You may have only seen it for the first time today, but you wanted to know more about it. And you had a feeling that you won't get the answers you wanted by asking around.

Oh no..you were going to free it in order to find out the truth.

Not just to satisfy your own curiosity, but also because...the way it was being treated was far too cruel. To the point where it was crying.

You couldn't stand for this unethical treatment any longer. You had to do something..and be smart about it lest you got killed or worse.

After making a quick stop at a store, you found a mask and changed your clothes, completely disguising yourself. Then you got back in your car and returned to the lab, parking it somewhere far away so that you can sneak inside.

Fortunately you had security access in case any of the specimen breached their chambers. Thanks to your hacking skills you were able to disable every security camera you could find, putting them all on timers so they'd turn on later in the morning. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion.

That was the easy part.

The most important and difficult task lied ahead.

...........

As soon as you entered the monster's chamber, it woke up and grumbled with annoyance. Clearly it didn't like its rest being disturbed.

Though upon seeing you and the mask you wore, it tilted its head. "Grrrah..?"

"Shhh, it's okay." You whispered, removing the mask so it could see your face. While you were awestruck to actually see it up close and personal, you knew you had to keep calm.

But that might've been a mistake as it seemed to recognize you--the one who was watching it earlier today. It immediately backed into a corner, terrified as its chest began heaving with anxiety.

You couldn't blame it for its reaction, though your gently put your hands up and hushed it. "Please don't panic. I'm not here to hurt you. I wanna get you out of here."

"Hrrgrah?"

"Mhm." Smiling, you just pretended you could understand it. "I don't like how they treat you here. They call you an animal but..I know you're more than that."

The monster calmed down a little, before glancing up to the opposite corner. He made a noise of confusion upon seeing that the security camera's annoying red light wasn't blinking.

"I shut that off so nobody can hear or see us."

"H...ack..?"

You blinked, surprised that it could speak some English, but the fact it wasn't cowering like before was a sign it was trusting you. "Yep, I hacked the whole security complex. Now's our chance to escape, but..ah shit."

Suddenly, it never occurred to you: your mission was focused on getting to the monster, but you never considered how you'll get out with the monster.

"Damn..I'm not sure how we'll sneak you out without...." However, you trailed off as you saw it changing into a smaller form.

But it wasn't just shrinking, it was actually turning partially human.

How curious, nobody told you about that. Maybe that was part of the redacted information.

The monster turned out to be a human male, who still retained his horns, tail, and dark scales and fur, which covered his body. His brown hair was messy and spiky, and interestingly enough he had two black eyes.

He didn't have any clothes, obviously, so you took off your coat and put it around him. "So you're human, huh?"

"Your stupid friends' experiments wouldn't let me turn back for a while..." He grumbled in a slight British accent. "You sure you're not gonna hurt me?"

Understandably he got defensive, knowing you were working for the people who tortured him. But you shook your head. "No, I won't. I'm quitting this shithole and I'll take you with me." You took his hand reassuringly, noting that it was still clawed.

He gave you the tiniest of smiles in return. "Heh, glad we're both in agreement."

Soon you both quickly made your escape, luckily not running into any trouble. Your car was still parked right where you left it, so you got in and drove off.

You definitely won't miss working for that lab.

The roads were mostly empty at this time of night, so you were able to breathe easy knowing nobody's gonna chase you. Now seemed to be the best time to talk with the monster.

"So uh..do you have a name?" You spoke up. "I know they call you TR-03 but it doesn't feel right to call you that anymore."

"Tom." He answered as he looked out the window. "My name's Tom Ridges."

'Huh, that explains his code name.'

"I'm [y/n]." After noticing a nearby plaza, you saw a clothing store and decided to make a quick stop there. Tom seemed to be confused, and a bit worried when you left him in the car all alone, though you reassured him you were just buying some clothes for him.

He waited, trying to keep himself out-of-view in case any strangers got too nosy. But before long you were back, opening the driver's side as you peered in and sighed with relief, seeing him halfway out of the chair.

"Jeez, you scared me..thought somebody got you." You sighed, shaking your head.

"S-Sorry, not trying to get any unwanted attention. It's the last thing I need.." He sat upright, though he was surprised when you handed him a bag. Inside was a blue hoodie, boxers, and gray sweatpants. "Oh, cool."

'That's all he has to say?' His reaction was a bit underwhelming. 'Then again..maybe he hasn't processed that he's never going back to that hell chamber yet.'

You just shut the door and waited for him to get dressed, and when he tapped on the window you got back into the car. He definitely looked more comfortable now.

After giving him a smile, you continued on your way home, feeling glad that you rescued him from that place. You had no idea if he had any place to go, granted you don't recall seeing any information on his address nor any relationships.

So he'll stay with you.

...........

"Luckily I got a spare room. Excuse the mess." You chuckled as you showed Tom the extra room in your house, turning on the light. "You can stay here for as long as you'd like."

He nodded as he looked around, before feeling his stomach grumble. In embarrassment he put a hand over it, glancing at you. "Sorry..the food they had was shitty, I'm sure you knew."

"Yeah...you want takeout?" You took out your phone. "I don't feel like cooking tonight so I was gonna order some anyway."

"Sounds good."

"Alrighty, I'll call in the order. We can go watch TV while we wait."

Once more Tom nodded, following you into the living room space where you both sat down on the sofa. He sighed and leaned back, turning on the TV while you ordered some Chinese food.

This situation felt so...comforting and familiar..

For a moment he gazed at you, seeing you look through the menu.

He knew he wasn't the only prisoner back in that lab. So he couldn't understand why you'd choose him, of everyone you could've helped, but...he considered himself lucky.

For once he felt like he could let his guard down a little.

Some time later the food arrived to your house, and you both ate it while watching various TV programs. You asked Tom a bit more about his home life, though he didn't have much to talk about.

Whether he didn't want to say anything or forgot it thanks to the experiments was a mystery, but you wouldn't pry. You'll get your answers sooner or later, though not tonight.

Tonight you both deserved a good rest.

Afterwards you headed off to your own room, letting him know that he can knock on your door if he ever needed anything.

You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed, yawning.

It had definitely been an eventful day. You were eager to sleep in, knowing that you won't ever go back to your boring (and unethical) job.

But just as you had turned off the lights and dozed off, you heard your door creak open. With a slightly annoyed sigh, you sat up and turned on the lamp beside you, before seeing it was Tom.

"Tom? Your room is..."

Though you fell silent when you heard him...whimper? His eyes were white, indicating he was in some kind of distress.

But he crawled onto your bed, practically situating himself in your arms while making sure he didn't jab you with his horns. You were perplexed by his actions, though you finally realized..

He was just scared.

You held him in your arms, rubbing his horns soothingly and petting his hair, murmuring promises that he was safe. In response he nuzzled up to you, tail wrapping around your body as you both laid down.

You only stopped for a moment as he started purring, which made you chuckle softly. "Purring, huh? That's new."

"Can you keep doing that?" He grumbled, closing his eyes. "It was nice till you stopped."

"O-Oh right, sorry." You continued the previous motions, deciding to hum a small song as well to help him sleep.

Eventually you stopped once he dozed off completely, and your cheeks felt warm upon seeing how adorable he looked. 'And to think I was afraid of this guy?' You mused, before turning off the lamp light.

Soon enough you fell asleep as well.

If this is how Tom expressed his thanks...you'll take it.

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Sorry x Rare

A/N: I got two lyric requests for Sorry by Beyonce and Rare by Selena Gomez. They were both sort of two sides of the same coin so I wrote them together it mostly goes from rare to sorry. Thanks for the requests, fingers crossed it lives up to what you wanted! <3

Synopsis: You and Harry have been together for a long time but he’s not the same man you fell in love with anymore.

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I move my dinner around on my plate, my gaze on the man pacing outside the restaurant on his phone. My man. But it didn't really feel like that these days. These days, Harry was a stranger to me--late nights, phone calls interrupting dinner, waking up to find him gone and not even sure if he'd come home at all.

I watch him remove the phone from his ear in a rush, stare at it, and then shove it aggressively in his pocket. He walks back in, cheeks pink and huffing.

"Should we ask for the bill?" He sits down in a flurry. I stare at his barely-eaten meal and my own dinner mashed to bits.

"We've barely had dinner."

"Babe, we've been here for over an hour since..." he takes his phone back out to inform me of how much time exactly but something must catch his attention because his sentence dies on his lips. I stare, he was so distant lately. "I'll drop you off at home, I've got to meet the boys they decided to talk business-"

"It's 8pm on a Thursday," I state the obvious. "Can't you catch up with them la-"

"This isn't an argument Y/N," Harry finally looks at me. He was done discussing it. He lifts his hands to the waiter and a minute later dinner's been paid for. He wasn't my baby, I think as we stroll outside to his car. I don't know who this man was.

***

I wake up the next morning with the weight of Harry on the other side of the bed. I could smell him, the booze sitting in his pores.

“Ugh,” I groan, not wanting to smell that first thing in the morning. I get up and start my day before I head to work. Soon, Harry appears squinting as I stir sugar into my coffee.

“I need a coffee,” he says, his voice hoarse. It used to sound sexy but now it was just another reminder that things changed. We lived like roommates and it hurt that he never wanted to talk. Half the time, he acted like I wasn’t even there.

I watch him settle with his coffee, taking the first sip and letting out a deep breath. A memory comes to me suddenly, the first year we were dating,

“I think this is the best coffee I’ve ever had,” it was the first night Harry had stayed the whole night and I’d made him coffee in my outdated coffee maker. It came out burnt half the time but that morning’s cup was decent. We’re swaddled in my blankets--the room I rented back then had poor circulation in the winter.

“I think you’re still slightly drunk,” I lean my shoulder against his and cup the warm drink. “I’ve definitely had better coffees.”

“Maybe coffees are just better the morning after,” he says, glancing at me and I know he can see the flush on my cheeks. He knew I was shy talking about certain things in the light of day.

“We can say that,” I mumble into the cup. “It’s just nice to have a heat source.”

“Here,” he takes the cup from me and reaches over to put both on the nightstand.

“Hey I wasn’t done with that.”

“I know but if you’re cold, I know this other heat source--it even works for hypothermia.”

His statement causes a blood rush that warms me already but I don’t say no to what he has in mind. I could make us another cup later.

Harry catches me staring when he looks over and raises an eyebrow. I snap out of my thoughts and twist my lips into a smile, looking back at my own drink bitterly. Who was this man in front of me? Out loud, I ask: “How was your night? You came in late.”

“I was out with the boys.” he says in a tone that meant he didn’t want to talk about it. “It got late.”

“A text would’ve been nice,” I say, still looking at my cup.

“S’not like you were waiting up,” he turns to walk back towards the bedroom.

“Learned not to,” I mumble but I know he’s heard me with the way he pauses. But he didn’t care enough to argue, dispute it, nothing. He leaves.

***

"Guess who just made a commission that's more than I used to earn in a year?" April walks into the small office, an infectious grin on her face.

"You sold him on it?" I put away the file I'm working on and jump up to hug my friend.

"I had to flirt a little--give him a vivid picture of what he could have there, and he signed! I'm bloody brilliant."

April was my American ex-pat who I met when she was looking for a flat a few years ago. And now here she was, working for me at the small real estate office I managed with a few other people I considered friends.

"Do you know if he was single?" I tune back in to hear Janelle asking.

"No, don't give her bad advice!" I scold Janelle. “We don’t date clients.”

"I'm miserably single," April pouts. "I'll take advice even if it’s bad."

"Bad advice is to stay with your college sweetheart to the point where you're not sure he even cares about you." I say to no one in particular. It was just us in the office today, and they knew everything about my life so I didn't care much. But the pin-drop silence that follows is different. I look up to see my friends eyeing each other. "What?"

"Nothing." They stay tight lipped but I push and they crack. "Well, so...we know things are rocky between you and Harry..."

"Things aren't rocky," I clarify. "They're just...nonexistent."

"Right," April slides closer. "Soo, we saw him at the club yesterday."

I raise my eyebrow, "He told me he was meeting up with his boys."

"Oh!" They sound surprised I know, but they look at each other again so I push them. "He was...there was a girl? Sitting on his lap for most of the night? Like, nothing happened I don't think so?" She turns to look at April at the end of each sentence.

Personally, I feel gut-punched even though I suspected this. I knew he wasn't where he said he was going to be sometimes, or with who he said he was going to be with. But he cut our own dinner short last night to be with strangers yesterday? I grip the pen in my hand.

"Y/N honestly...you know we love you and support you. But, you're a special girl and you deserve better than that sod."

"Yeah," Janelle puts her hand on my shoulder. "You're a gem Y/N. There's someone else out there who's gonna see how rare you are."

"I know," I blow my cheeks out. We'd had different conversations like this before, although never this direct. I guess we'd never had direct proof of what my husband was doing until now though.

"He's an idiot not knowing you're so rare," my friends try to comfort me. I feel my eyes well up and I swipe at them. I wasn't going to cry at work but they must sense the tears because they excuse themselves, "We're going to get you a tea, and some pastries to celebrate April's sale. April?"

I keep my face buried in my hands as they leave, take a few deep breaths. "I am rare," I say to myself but even that makes me laugh bitterly. Harry and I had been together for 5 years and here I was trying to count up all the reasons we should stay together when he didn't even care. He was out with other women, and I was waiting around for him.

"I'm rare," I say again. "I'm special, I deserve better. I...deserve better."

When will u be home tonight? I text Harry before I lose my nerve.

Busy he says. That’s it. And then, Why?

What time? I ask again.

8 or so, he responds.

Okay, we need to talk then. I put my phone away, too scared what he might text back. A tear falls from my cheek onto my keyboard, landing on the letter H. It mocks me. I wipe it off, and before I can think about what I'm doing I smash the letter down with my fist. I stand up and walk to the back of the office, a window overlooks the busy street. I'd had enough, I decide. Fuck Harry.

I’m not sure how long I stand there stewing, but my friends walking in with pastries and tea ends the emotional boiling pot from overflowing.

"Thanks," I take the cup from them.

“So we were talking and...” April looks at Janelle and she nods. “You should come out with us some time. Like...tonight. Dance with us, with other people...”

“I...I’ve got something at 8,” I come up with an excuse. As angry as I was, I wanted to have this conversation. It was long overdue.

***

I check my time again, the last text Harry sent me Ok. But it was 8:25 and Harry still wasn’t home. I’d give him five more minutes, I decide. I’d already tried to ring him with no answer.

I stare at the ring on my finger, it was supposed to symbolize a promise he made to me. What a fucking joke. I should’ve never said I do in the first place.

Was it young love, I wonder. Did we do this too fast and we were just set up to fail? But I remember the good memories, the soft and sweet times between us.

“I-I’ve never done something like this before,” I tell Harry. “I hate heights.”

“Listen,” he crowds around me, blocking my view of his friends who are walking up the narrow trail like it was any old walkway. “You go in front of me, I’ll have my hand on your back the whole time. I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

I look up into those gentle eyes and swallow my fear. “Okay.”

“I promise it will be so worth it,” he gushes, his excitement uncaged now that I’d agreed. “There’s no lights there so the stars are so bloody bright--I know you’re going to love it!”

I can’t help it, my lips crack into a smile at his boyish excitement. He catches it and pauses, a breath in this whirlwind of a night. What started out as a house party turned into a walk to a local beach which turned into a hike into the woods and up a precarious--and very steep--ridge to get to an isolated lookout. Only with Harry did I find myself in these situations. And I loved it. I loved him, I realise then. My expression must change because he tugs on my hand, probably worried I’d change my answer.

“Walk ahead,” he instructs and I nearly tip toe on the ridge that’s at least 30 feet across. But his steady hand on my back pushes me gently and I walk across confidently until I look down 2/3 of the way. I freeze in place but Harry’s ready. “Y/N, you’re safe here. Look at me-look...”

I crane my neck and he grounds me, oh my god how did I just realise now how in love I was with him? He squeezes my hand, asks if I was okay. I had to be, I couldn’t stay stuck in the middle.

Inch by inch we finally make it to the other side and I jump off with a yelp which sets Harry off in a burst of laughter. Pretty soon he’s lifted me over his shoulder and carries me to the lookout on the edge. My feet had been through enough, he’d said.

And he was right--it was so worth it; the view with all the stars laid out. The buildings and their light pollution below were blocked out by the outcrops and it made the stars twinkle in all their glory. It made it the perfect place to be with the person I loved.

“Isn’t it the most incredible view?” Harry whispers in awe behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“I.....I have no words apparently,” I laugh and turn in his arms. “Thanks for pushing me, this...it was worth it.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ears and gazes at me in a way that makes me want to squirm. But I hold his gaze.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks with a smile.

“Compared to the view,” I glance behind us. “I guess I’m alright.”

“No,” he guides my face back towards his. “This view over that one, any day. M’just that lucky.”

My words die on my lips as I’m overwhelmed by this feeling between us, the one I thought would keep us together like this forever.

He raises an eyebrow when I go silent and I shrug, “I’m all out of words today.”

I close my eyes as he kisses my temple. I turn back around and we spend the moment in silence, drinking in the view. His friends chatter around us but they’re background noise. My life felt like a movie right now.

Before we leave as a group, I tug Harry back. This was a good as place as any to tell him. I press my lips to his, and it takes him a second but he’s kissing me back. Before it can get carried away I push away and tell him what I’d been thinking all night, “I love you.”

He takes a step back, and then he’s grinning and pulling me back. “I love you! I love you listen, I’ve been wanting to say that for weeks!”

“Weeks?!”

“Yeah weeks! My sister said it was too soon, I might scare you off!”

I think about a few weeks ago, I was intensely shy around him even then. Maybe she was right, but the idea that he talked about me to his sister makes me flush. I wrap my arms around his waist “I just...this moment is so perfect. I never want it to end.”

“It doesn’t have to.” he’d promised. “I’m yours forever Y/N.”

When 8:30 comes and goes I call April, she lets me know where they were. “We’re so happy you’re coming! Are you sure you don’t want us to meet you somewhere else?” she shouts into the phone. When I tell her I just wanted to be where they were she reminds me to text them when I was nearby.

I have to dig into the back of my closet, past the pantsuits I wore to work, the casual dresses and loungewear. I still had some of my old party clothes, just a bit tighter than they used to be. But for where I was going, it would fit in.

Before I leave, I take a pen and scrawl a note: “Great talk"

My friends spot me as I walk in. The music is instantly too loud, the lights too bright, and there are too many people. But one of my them shoves a drink in my hand and pretty soon it’s the best place on earth. It was exactly where I needed to be. I turn off my cellphone and enjoy myself.

After a certain point, I don’t even know who I’m talking to, but pressed up against a body, feeling wanted, it drives me to keep dancing all night. Eventually, I crash at April’s and don’t roll out of hers until 11 the next morning. Harry’s barely an afterthought until I’m tucked in the taxicab taking me home and turn on my phone. 8 missed calls, 2 voicemails and 13 texts.

I’m shocked at the volume, Harry hadn’t blown up my phone like this in over a year. I listen to one voicemail: “Where the hell are you? I come home an hour late and you’re bloody gone with this stupid note here. Pick up! I’ve called you a billion times.”

I stare at my phone, I hadn’t heard Harry this passionate since...well it was a long time. And all it took was going out late and not answering his calls, giving him a taste of his own medicine. It almost makes me angrier; I had to partake in this juvenile dance to get his attention, even though we’d been married nearly 2 years.

He’s on a call when I get home, talking numbers or something. I head directly to the shower, clean up, and take my sweet time. It must’ve driven him mad waiting for me because by the time I’m out he blows a gasket.

“What’s this stunt you pulled last night? Wanting to talk and leaving me a stupid sarcastic note just because I’m late? Where were you?”

“Out,” I shrug. “I didn’t know you were late. You didn’t text.”

“I didn’t tex--oh I see, now we’re being petty yeah?”

That irked me, “I’m not being petty. It’s not like I get the same courtesy when you’re out late!”

“I’m busy, I can’t always be texting you!”

Excuses, I laugh and he looks at me like I’m crazy. “Busy what? Screwing other women-”

“Don’t be making shit up-”

“I’ve had people tell me that they see you with other women Harry! S’not a far stretch!”

That quiets him. Finally, he comes forward to stand inches away. “Y/N, c’mon. You and me...this is stupid. Sure I go out to party but I’m not-”

“Stop.” he was actually trying to talk his way out of this. And because I’d rather step in front of an oncoming train than cry in front of him, I head to the front door and walk out. I’d find someplace to crash today, but I wasn’t doing this.

***

“How’re you doing?” Janelle asks. I’d shown up at her doorstep and she set up her guest bed. She had plans so I spent most of my time burying myself in work, trying to get rid of all that angry energy pent up in me. Janelle had just come home.

“I’m just trying to move on. I don’t want to talk about him, I just don’t care at this point--I’m fed up!”

“As you should be,” she agrees. “Listen, I know we had a crazy night yesterday but I’m going out with some friends today and...maybe it’ll help you?”

I think about the killer headache this morning, but I also remember how good it felt to forget for a bit. I agree. Before I know it, Janelle’s found something that fits me and we’re back at a different club than the night before. Her friends are familiar faces but after a few drinks we’re all best friends. It feels great. Until I spot Harry’s face.

“That’s enough,” his face looms over mine as he pushes away the man I’m up against.

“What the fuck Harry...” I trail off as he pulls me away from the middle of the crowd. I try to pry his hand off but there’s too many people and he’s moving too quickly...and I’ve had a lot of drinks. “Let me go!” I say when we finally step away. We’re in what must be a private room. He seemed familiar with it--of course.

“So just because you heard I’m out and about some nights, you decide to come here and fuck around with random men?”

“Excuse me?” I stare at him, he was out of his mind. “I’m out having fun with my friends! I’m not here because of you.”

“Really? You come to the same place I come to all the time and dance with these strangers? And you’re drunk as fuck!”

“Since when did you care?” I ask. “Just leave me alone. You’ve been doing that perfectly fine the last few months.”

“I’m your bloody husband Y/N, you can’t just-”

“Then act like one!” I shout, and in the muffled quiet of the room with the bass thumping through it rings out. “I don’t need you! And you made it clear you don’t need me. These rings are a fucking joke, here-” I take mine off and throw it at him.

“You don’t mean it-”

“I do.” I give him a level stare, suddenly clear-headed. Maybe I’d process it later, but right now I was finally seeing what he’d become. He deserved to feel how I felt, and quite frankly, I didn’t give a fuck. I flip him with both hands, “Quite frankly Harry, you can suck my d-”

“Harry!” A shrill voice rings out from the entrance that now carries the loud beats of the dance floor, swallowing my words. “Liam told me you were here!”

I glance at the brunette in the doorway and back at him. I couldn’t even muster an eye roll; I had enough.

“Y/N!” Harry calls my name as I walk out.

“No it’s me, Becky?!” she tries to correct him. I can’t help but laugh as I make my way back to my friends with a drink in my hand, feeling free.

***

“Y/N, it’s Harry. I don’t know how it got this shite just please call me back. Just give me five minutes that’s all I n--message deleted”

“He’s moved on to the office phone then?” Janelle asks, her desk was beside mine so she’d heard him as I checked my messages. It was two weeks since that glorious night when I’d dumped Harry’s ass. Although a lot of my things were still at our house, I was just staying in a hotel right now while I figured things out. One thing I knew for sure though, I didn’t want to see him again.

“It’s pretty pathetic,” I say. It was also pathetic how long I’d stayed waiting around for us to be magically fixed. But that was something I was working on getting past.

“You’re glowing without him,” April says from where she’s getting her files together. “Haven’t you got that showing out east?”

“Yeah, oh god is that the time?” I rush to get my files in order. “I’ll catch up with you later-”

“We’re still getting drinks after?”

“Yes, drinks!” I call out as I leave the office and head down to the lobby. I don’t expect Harry there, and I barely have time for him as he comes up to keep my pace.

“Harry, I’ve got somewhere to be please leave me alone.”

“Y/N, wait just please listen to me.”

“No.”

“2 minutes!”

“Not even 1,” I spot my cab out front and head towards it. I’m about to get in but Harry holds the door. “Harry let go I’m going to be late.”

“Just let me talk to you, please!”

I finally look at him and he’s quite a sight. His hair is matted and without it’s usual bounce. He’s got a rough look and a 5 ‘o clock shadow.

“You had plenty of time to talk to me for months, you were too busy at the club. Sorry not sorry,” I tug at the door and he lets go, I don’t spare a backwards glance as we drive away.

One of the showings is successful, I manage to sell the family on the home and we set up a meeting to go over details at my office later in the week. I’ve got a bounce in my step as I return to the office. I tell the girls I’d meet them at the bar as I finalize my papers at the office. My bounce falters when I go head out after 5 to see Harry waiting outside the building.

“Y/N,” he calls out when he sees me. “I’m not going to leave until you talk to me.”

“That’s called stalking,” I say. A few people walking past us turn to glance at him and he notices. He moves to the inside lobby and asks me to follow. With a big sigh I do.

“I know what I did.” he begins.

“Congratulations,” I roll my eyes.

“No wait, I know what I did to you. And sorry can’t cover it. Just let me make it up to you, we have history and-”

“You don’t get it.” I stop his monologue from going any further. “I’m gonna be just fine. Without you. You didn’t care about our history until you couldn’t have me. I don’t know what happened to you Harry, but you’re not the man I fell in love with-”

“I know,” he says, tears of frustration coating his lashes. “I fucked up, I-I didn’t see what I had right in front of me and I just-”

“Let her slip away? Is that the best you can come up with?” I scoff. “You know what Harry? I’m done with this! Boy...bye.”

“Y/N just--” he grabs my arm before I can leave and pushes something cold into my palm. My wedding ring.

“I don’t want this,” I push it back in his hand.

“Please just take it--hold onto it,” he pushes it back into mine and closes my fingers over it. “I can’t...I can’t hold onto it just take it! You don’t even have to think about it-”

“Harry,” I soften my tone. He was desperate and even though some part of me thought it was about time he felt this type of way, my heart hurt a little. I didn’t want him to see that though so I just tuck the ring into the pocket of his button up and pat it. “Goodbye Harry.”

I walk away with my head held high even though he calls out to me. I walk the few blocks to where my friends are waiting and their warm smiles are enough to help me push the memory of Harry’s teary eyes, and the real history we did have once upon a time away. I was done with him, no longer thinking about him.

I just kept telling myself, I was rare like a gem and I had to see that. And maybe one day, someone else will too.

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ilcaeryx · 4 years ago

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Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - NSFW

Summary: You have one god on this earth.

Tags: Sukuna/Reader, NSFW, Smut, Humor, Size kink, Cock Warming, Body Worship,

Words: Cirka 2k

Author’s Note: What’s up, sluts? I’m back. This is NSFW, so beware.

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Sukuna did regularly mention that domination and conquest were his pastime hobbies and you would tentatively add that he adhered to them with slave-like zealotry. Whenever he insulted Itadori Yuji by calling him simple-minded, your heart ached with the desire to tell him that he was not any greater regarding his obsessions with strength. However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

Having sex with Sukuna is somehow leagues safer than speaking to him, you thought, gaze surveying how the apex of his back muscles cast shades upon the trenches of his spine. Inhalation, the shadows grew and deepened. Exhalation, the light re-conquered its territory. You suspected he never slept, even though he physically seemed in deep slumber. His arms were splayed on his pillow, face turned away from you.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

“Sukuna,” you called out, very lightly stroking his biceps with your nails. No answer, but his arm muscles flexed subtly as he moved his arm. “I want my side of the bed back. I can’t sleep on this side.”

You let out a shriek when his hand shot out at you, palm plastered over your lips. The sharp edge of his index nail hovered uncomfortably close to your eye, the thumb nail piercing your cheek. Out of reflex, your dug your fingertips into his upper arm and attempted to pull away from his show of force.

Sukuna turned his head to face you. His eyes glared with disinterest, though his grasp weakened slightly.

“You’ve been plenty loud during the night; why must you continue now?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks together to allow you to speak.

“I’ve slept like three hours max,” you said, ignoring his question.

“That is not my problem.” He let go of your face to return to his original position. “Go find somewhere else to sleep and I shall wake you whenever I have need of you.”

What an absolute dickhead. This was your bed, not his domination playground.

You released him and patted your face with your fingers carefully. There were no stinging scratches left behind, which was good considering his reasoning that if ‘you weren’t bleeding out, you didn’t need help’ would leave you with annoying scabs everywhere. Why you were even fucking this guy was beyond you, honestly. This was one of the top 3 worst life choices you had ever made.

You slid towards him beneath the covers and supported your upper body with your ribcage on his lower back and elbows on his upper back. His body heat intermingling with yours gave you a dull ache, from behind your breastbone flowing into a tidepool in the pit of your stomach. After pushing your hair to one side of your neck, you lowered yourself onto him. Your lips wet and breath hot across his skin, you blew softly before planting a kiss below his shoulder blade. Had it been another person under you, you would have had the gratification of seeing goosebumps forming across the area.

“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

You shrugged one of your shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s not like I can hurt you, right? I don’t have sharp claws.” To testify, you released his hair, buried your nails below his neck and dragged them down his back in one stroke. Four faint lines were left behind, a stylistic contrast to his dark markings. “I don’t have superhuman strength or speed.” You felt the muscular ridges above his ribs, your fingers travelling up and down each rib. “At my worst, I’m just very obnoxious.”

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

His approval increased your confidence. While you scoured your brain for whatever concept that might amuse or interest him, you broke eye contact and directed your thumb to pad the black line running along his back. You followed it up to the crest of his shoulders and pulled yourself up over his torso. A low growl hummed beneath you, indicating that perhaps you were pushing your luck. When you brought your left hand down his chest the sound reverberated through your being, reminding you that you were not the apex predator in here. His eagerness showed as he willingly moved his hand into your range when you struggled to reach it.

“Look,” you said, just as eager to sate his curiosity, “at the difference.”

With his attention on your hand enveloping his, you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses. You shifted so that your palms met. Even when ignoring his nails, his long fingers and thick wrist eclipsed yours. Finger pads with rough callouses created in combat, the evidence of a reign of lasting a millennium. You could feel the wisdom beneath your soft pads; you could’ve devoted your entire life to warfare and your hands would still not understand it the way his do.

“You know, I never used to consider myself a small person,” you lied, your voice perfectly stable, “but now I am not so sure anymore. It is quite overwhelming.”

Sukuna’s head tilted towards yours, almost tenderly grazing his cheek against your jawline. The movement gave you shivers, causing your toes to curl. You had no option but trusting his self-control when he dove below your jaw and put his lips to your neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

You sighed, content for the brief attention you had earned. Sukuna’s heartbeat rate did not increase nor decrease beneath your hand, his chest just as firm. He detached from your neck, his saliva cooling down that particular spot. You were on the brink of complaining when the world swirled around and your back hit the mattress, your chest and stomach feeling the room’s chill without Sukuna’s body heat.

Sukuna was not playing around anymore; he aligned his forearms beside your face and blocked off whatever else existed outside with his mere presence, lips taut and eyes alert. He situated his torso on top of yours and separated your thighs with his knee. Not close enough to grind on.

“Tell me more,” he stared you down. “What does being completely outmatched feel like?”

You wondered if he meant how it physically felt or how the emotional part of being outmanned and outgunned felt like. Considering how his empathic ability was low-functioning to non-existing, you wanted to bet your money on a physical description… Yet, your tongue prepared to tell him about the terror and the uncertainty. It was not wise to divulge such details to Sukuna.

Scheherazade’s silver tongue might have saved her life a thousand and one times but not everyone’s talent was located in their mouth cavity. Like always, your hands bought you more time to think, to evaluate your words. You tentatively reached for his collarbones before changing your mind and guiding one hand to his lips. Perhaps he had meant to kiss your fingertips, perhaps he had yet another inquiry but his lower lip separated from his upper one and you cautiously pulled it downwards. A predator’s teeth greeted you.

“I can’t say it without sounding lame,” you said and crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t laugh.”

Almost immediately, Sukuna leaned his weight on one forearm, allowing him to use the other to restrain your hand against the mattress. “I assure you,” he said, his eyes staring lazily at you, lids half-down, “you are not that funny.”

Suddenly, you wished Itadori Yuji would regain his consciousness to not have to deal with this asshole. Kind, encouraging Yuji would worship your existence. Perhaps you would eventually have learned to worship him in turn. ‘Learning’ being the key word, of course. You would fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him. This seemed like a good idea for about three seconds and then you returned to your occult god.

“I want to be inside you.” Sukuna, no longer interested in your thoughts, showed more interest in your body. He seldomly spoke of his wants, rousing your curiosity and – honestly – your arousal. The thigh between your leg shifted closer to your mound, touching your nether lips softly.

“You’re so demanding,” you complained, ending your sentence with a deep sigh. “You want me to be quiet, you want me to talk, you want to be inside me – will you ever be satisfied?”

You rolled your hips upwards in a slow movement, enjoying yourself as your lips parted against his flesh. It did not please you enough, so you continued to alleviate yourself.

“No.” His voice was unusually quiet. His lower lip brushed yours as he spoke. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You moved your chin downwards, the movement nearly imperceptible for someone who was not expecting it.

“I agree… if it’ll keep you quiet,” he said, releasing your arm to steady himself above you.

And you did keep quiet. Although he remained stone-faced, Sukuna seemed attentive to the way you opened your mouth and frowned in frustration, his crimson gaze traversing across your face.

He angled his hips downwards, pressuring your clit as you ground against him. You had never been more thankful for the things he did than when he let you use his body as a tool to get off. Each upwards motion elected a pang of pleasure, a beach in ebb and flow.

You don’t know for how long he tolerated your grinding but your lower body ached and his thigh was slick with your fluid when he removed his leg from you, its absence pulsating throughout your stomach. Despite your fear that he would push you away, you grabbed onto his neck to heave yourself against him, anything to regain that comfort. The relief that accompanied the heartbeat after he brought you up with him to sit upright lightened your entire being. His hands felt excruciatingly hot, almost unbearably so, on your ribcage.

Although you felt ready for him, your grip on his neck remained hard as he lifted you up above his cock. Sukuna descended you slightly, his tip bulging at your entrance. You knew your limit and didn’t hesitate to sink onto him, a movement less gentle than you wished due to your legs being wrapped around his waist. Your breath was uneven, hitching up whenever you strained against him. Avoiding getting your insides impaled by a guy’s dick was surprisingly hard labour. Eventually you settled at his base, a sense of completion glowing off you.

There were no comforting touches or encouraging words from Sukuna, whose tranquil expression made him seem more like Yuji than himself. His eyes almost shut, jaw relaxed... This was the alternate universe version of Sukuna, a man who did not lust for domination and who would settle down with his loved ones for an eventless life.

Hearing your dumb fantasies echo in your head, you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles until you saw stars. What idiocy. You had to cease these daydream scenarios or you’d be in deep shit in the future. You were an atrocious cultist.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this. If you liked this, please give a comment/like/reblog. I listened to the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front and Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder while writing this.

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