#as soon as i saw that big panel of his face i was like........ he looks like oda......... ASAGIRI I SEE YOUUUUUU

[weirdkpopgirl]

Forever | Jaemin Imagine #13

Title: Forever

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff ><

Warnings: light making out

Word Count: ~1k

Author's Note: Yet another story of mine that was inspired by my admiration for Jaemin. Trust me, I've liked a lot of k-pop guys. But for some reason, Jaemin stands out the most to me. Maybe because he's my ideal type. But every time I see him, I find something that makes my heart beat faster. I wonder if that's what falling in love feels like? Anyway, hope you guys like this. Thank you for reading ^ ^

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The My Neighbor Totoro lamp on the accent table next to the television cast a soft glow that warmed the living room of your once lonely apartment. Cozied up at the edge of the gray loveseat, you sat with your knees pulled close to your chest, allowing your thoughts to wander as they often did past 10 p.m. However, those thoughts were interrupted by the light padding sound of slippers against the wooden floor panels. Soon after, the couch cushion next to you sank under added weight. 

Then you felt the arms of your beloved wrap his arms snugly around your waist, and his warm lips planted a lingering kiss on your cheek without wasting another second. “Missed you,” he whispered, his voice slightly tickling your ear.

The corners of your lips curled into a fond smile, and you turned into his embrace so you could face the sweet man properly. You nestled comfortably between his legs, letting your hand naturally find its way to the back of his neck while your other hand brushed against the left side of his face. 

“I missed you too, Nana,” you murmured, tenderly caressing his cheek. He leaned into your touch instantly, savoring it.

The simple action was enough to stir a flurry of emotions within you. In the brief moments of silence that passed, you studied your handsome boyfriend as if searching for any changes that might have occurred in the three weeks you had been apart. Other than his white-blond hair having grown longer so quickly after cutting it, you didn’t find any significant changes. Jaemin’s big beautiful eyes were as captivating as ever, complemented by his flirtatiously long eyelashes. His dark eyebrows were still perfectly arched, framing his expressive eyes, and his soft pink lips retained their subtle, endearing pout.

A small sigh from you couldn’t be suppressed, the sight of him having the same effect on you as always. Although, deep down you knew his kind-hearted personality made him even more attractive in your eyes. 

“What’s on your mind, princess?” Jaemin asked in his dreamy deep voice that carried a mellowness at night. His eyes held a curiosity to them, and he didn’t need to say anything for you to know he was referring to your earlier distraction.

You hesitated for a second, before responding. “I was just thinking about relationships.”

Checking Jaemin’s reaction before continuing, you saw that his attention remained fully captured on you. The way he listened intently made your heart flutter so easily, a feeling you couldn’t quite explain.

“You know, I was watching YouTube before bed the other day,” you began to explain. “And I came across a few shorts about couples talking about how the first year is supposed to be the honeymoon phase, and then they start arguing a lot in the second year and often break up.”

Jaemin nodded, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. “I see. What’s your take on that, love?”

Although you had the answer to his question in your head, it took a moment for you to piece it together.  “Hm, I don’t think there really should be a honeymoon phase. I mean, we didn’t have one at least”

Almost instinctively, you glanced down at the diamond ring on your finger, its facets catching the light perfectly. A few days before Jaemin had to leave for Taipei with the Dreamies, he surprised you with a simple yet intimate proposal. 

“Sure, we’ve both had to work on some things,” you continued, fixing your gaze on him once more. “But you still make me feel like a giddy teenager with a huge crush.”

Jaemin chuckled, his laughter causing a blush to tinge your cheeks. You knew how silly your words sounded, but they reflected your true feelings. However, it was rare for you to verbally express this to him. Before any doubts about being this honest could creep in, Jaemin’s hand moved to lovingly brush a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“I feel exactly the same as you. Every day I discover something new I love about you, and every kiss we share feels just as special as our first,” he said sincerely.

A part of you sensed he said the last sentence as an excuse to kiss you, and sure enough, he leaned in to plant one on your lips shortly after. Even though you lost the number of times Jaemin has kissed you, you agree that all of them were cherishable.

Pulling away, you scrunched your nose slightly with a hint of skepticism in your voice. “Are we being too cheesy?”

If anyone had walked in and witnessed this, you were certain that they would cringe at hearing all the sweet, sappy things you exchanged. You could practically hear the fake gagging sounds from his members.

“I’d like to think of it more as us being extra romantic,” Jaemin replied, wearing a playful smile that you secretly swooned over.

The conversation naturally faded into the background, as you lost yourselves in each other’s embrace once more. His lips moved against yours slowly, tenderly, without ever making you fear that he’d pull away anytime soon. One hand held your back securely, while the other gently cupped your face. Your fingers lightly ran through his light-colored strands as you melted into his touch.

“Gosh, I just want to marry you already,” Jaemin exhaled, a hint of sulkiness in his tone.

Despite his words causing you to blush profusely again, you relaxed into his arms and appreciated this quiet moment surrounded by love and warmth. Maybe you guys were pretty cheesy. But that didn’t make your feelings for each other any less real.

Being in love with Jaemin was a feeling you hoped would last forever.

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previous masterlist -> current masterlist

#nct dream #nctzen #kpop #czennie #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #jaemin #nct #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #nct dream x reader

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Dazai truly has become Oda in every way imaginable now. :’ ) the final words he gives to Sigma are the exact same words Oda gives to Dazai in the original scene Asagiri wrote for the end of the Dark Era stage play, 後は頼んだよ, “I will leave the rest to you.”

And I really love the progression of the way his eyes look in this chapter, and how Sigma is allowed to have this moment of questioning and rebelling against all the faith Dazai had naturally been leading him to place in him up to this point, which is what I hoped would happen. He’s been confused ever since Dazai first chose him, and everything he’s ever known about how everyone sees/treats him turned upside down by Dazai’s words and actions, and just when he’s finally started to feel like he’s found some hope and lowered his guard, Dazai pulls him back underwater, instantly reinforcing all of Sigma’s trust issues and reinforcing that he should never believe in anyone, because (he thinks) everyone lives to manipulate other people. Dazai’s dark eyes here reinforce that, too, and the other panels around this point where they look white and hollow and demonic, all like Fyodor’s. He appears like an evil, looming force pulling him back under, trying to kill him, when Sigma is so close to the freedom of the air he desperately wants (aka free from pain, which is what he’s been seeking his whole life).

But then Dazai makes this face, and the first one I posted above, and Sigma understands, even without words, that Dazai doesn’t have evil intent: on the contrary, he actually is bound and determined to save his life -- and the light in his eyes comes out through this determination and kindness, arguably the most light we’ve ever seen his eyes have in the entire manga (in the “I leave the rest to you” panel too). The “No” could be Dazai wordlessly telling him to not leave the water, but my first assumption was that it was Sigma telling himself no, stopping his own train of thought about Dazai being the same as Fyodor and someone he shouldn’t have trusted -- he soon realizes why Dazai stopped him, and that he’s still going to try to save him, that he wasn’t wrong about him, and it’s all because Dazai’s earnest expressions get through to him.

And it’s just so heartwarming to see how far Dazai has come. :’ ) He tried so hard to save Sigma (doing the most physical action we’ve ever seen him do, really), did his best to be reassuring and comforting to him afterwards, and then reaffirmed his promise to ensure he escaped Meursault alive, his final words to Sigma echoing Oda’s and his last action being to save an orphan, just like Oda did in his last moments. Obviously Dazai isn’t actually going to die, he’ll be saved somehow, but I do think as of right now he really does think this is the end for him, and that he didn’t foresee the elevator dropping -- he was examining the wires a few chapters ago because he thought he might need to know how to open the doors in case Fyodor pulled an uno reverse, hence why he looks more annoyed than shocked when the water starts, but here, when the drop collision sequence is initiated, he looks genuinely shook in comparison. There’d be no reason for him to give the thumbs up if he knew more danger was on the way, either; that’d just be cruel. No, I don’t think he saw this coming, and it’s important that that turns out to be the case: it’s important that he spent what he believes to have been his last moments saving someone like Oda wanted for him, and doing what Oda would have done in the same situation. That doesn’t mean that it’s okay that Dazai throws his life away so easily, and cares so little for his own safety; he still has a long way to go in that regard. But it’s still so beautiful to see how much he’s changed, and how much he’s truly begun to embody Oda and his legacy; the fact that he messed up and miscalculated, because Dazai isn’t infallible, but in turn didn’t hesitate to use his last moments to save Sigma. Oda would be so proud for everything he did here. :’ ) 💖

There are a lot of options for how Dazai will be saved, and by who, but personally I hope (and I kind of expect) that Sigma chooses to not give up on him and ultimately plays a role in saving his life, to return the favor and repay him for his kindness. Not only would it be a beautiful way to initiate Sigma’s ADA entrance exam as people have said, but it would bring the Dazai > Atsushi > Sigma chain full circle: Dazai saved Atsushi at the start of the series, allowing him to (spiritually) save Sigma at sky casino thanks to the growth fostered in him by Dazai, and now finally, Sigma could potentially save Dazai thanks to Atsushi kickstarting his own growth (and Dazai continuing it). Fyodor is overly cocky right now and so tunnel-visioned on killing Dazai, it’s possible that he has no idea that Sigma managed to escape the elevator and is now a wild card; even if Sigma doesn’t go as far as killing Fyodor himself (which I don’t want, tbh; that’s endgame stuff arcs down the line and imo Nikolai and Dazai should be the ones involved with that), he could throw a wrench in the jailbreak duel, and help Dazai and Chuuya get out alive. It would be poetic, and only fitting, for Fyodor to underestimate and be outdone by the kind of person Dazai told him is the strongest in chapter 77 -- a self-proclaimed “ordinary man” -- who could only have the strength to take such action thanks to the chain of kindness that Oda originally started. 💖

#bungou stray dogs #bsd 106.5 #meta #this chapter was literally everything i could have wanted i am SO EMOTIONAL #I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT #ASAGIRI GIVING ME LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER COULD HAVE WANTED #DAZAI HAS GROWN SOOOO MUCH HE'S BECOME SO MUCH LIKE ODA I COULDN'T BE MORE PROUD 😭😭😭💖💖💖 #as soon as i saw that big panel of his face i was like........ he looks like oda......... ASAGIRI I SEE YOUUUUUU #AND THE FINAL WORDS #I SEE YOUUUUUUUUUU #ISTG IF DAZAI THINKS ABOUT ODA WHEN HE THINKS HE'S GONNA DIE BEFORE HE GETS SAVED I WILL SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST #ASAGIRI PLEASE THIS IS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY I WILL CRYYYYYYY 😭🥺🥹💖 #Dazai was so much like Oda here and Sigma looked just like Atsushi in that one panel DONT TOUCH MEEEE #THIS WHOLE CHAPTER WAS SO PERFECT #I NEED SIGMA TO SAVE HIM NOW #the longest chapter we've gotten in AGES and it was a banger god bless #tbh i really needed this after season 4 lmao i needed a reminder of why i love this series so much :''''') something to soothe my rage #asagiri saw my bitterness at anime sigma and was like 'here u go babe i got your sigma and dazai and oda feast' #probably means next month will be short again and a pov change lmao 🥲💔 #gonna enjoy this while it lasts #anyway i was really happy to see that moment of Sigma getting mad even if it didn't last long (and for a beautiful reason) #because he Deserved that #(because that's what i wrote in my fic and i feel vindicated now even if that wasn't the main focus of this chapter looool oops-)

[satorudoll]

Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫

💌! anon, you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^

You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.

Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.

While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,

"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"

His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.

Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,

"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"

But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.

"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.

"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.

"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "

You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.

"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.

"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.

As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.

He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.

"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .

You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.

"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.

"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "

You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."

"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,

"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "

He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.

As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.

That catches Satoru's attention.

Satoru raises a brow,

"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.

Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.

"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.

"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.

"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.

The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight

"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone

"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "

Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.

But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,

The baby shoots his pee right at his face.

Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.

As for Satoru,

Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.

"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.

The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.

"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you

"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.

As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.

You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.

The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.

You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.

You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,

The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.

"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.

"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,

as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.

"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground

"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.

It's been ten years since,

the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.

A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.

You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.

Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.

Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.

"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.

The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.

Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.

Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.

"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.

"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.

"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.

"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.

Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.

"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.

"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.

"morning Toru bear " you smile,

he immediately leans in to try kissing you.

You try scooting away,

"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,

"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.

Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "

It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.

"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,

"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.

That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.

Satoru's eyes widens at that.

"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.

"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.

"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.

"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.

You watch them walk away,

standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.

"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,

"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.

Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.

"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.

Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.

"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.

"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,

"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.

Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.

Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.

#gojo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru

[angelltheninth]

Lotor Gets Jealous and a Little Feral

Pairing: Lotor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, possessive sex, cockpit sex, jealousy, biting, rough sex, mating mark, feral!Lotor

A/N: I will never be sorry for crushing on Lotor and I still think he deserved better.

"It's one thing giving compliments to a royal consort, but another for her to accept it with such glee. Am I not enough for you, darling?" Lotor loved a little competition every now and again, it kept him on his toes. But you're not supposed to be that happy about it. "Why, it almost seemed as if you planned it perfectly. Yes, if I didn't know you any better, I'd say it was all for this."

This being bent over on his bed and fucked from behind while Lotor's sharp fangs press into the mating mark on your neck. One would think that getting fucked in the pilot seat of the Prince's cockpit wouldn't be the most ideal of places, but in reality you enjoyed it. Lotor was unable to hold back against his desire, he tore away the pretty dress he bought you as soon as he dragged you in here and slammed you onto his cock, the glass just foggy enough to obscure the two of you should anyone walk by.

He pulled you against him, his legs pushing yours apart as far as he could in the small space. Bits of his armor dug into your naked flesh but you couldn't care less, why would you when Lotor was going crazy jealous over you?

"Before this, I never thought of you as the possessive type." You reached behind and cupped his face as best as you could. His grip around your hips faltered and then tightened, his big cock twitching and massaging your pussy walls at the prefect angle.

"I wasn't before. But then you came along. You and this prefect pussy of yours. Stars, what... what did you do to me? What are you still... doing to me?" One of his hands cupped your breasts, his claws leaving marks on the softness in his palm, "So warm... sucking me in... I can't help myself when I see them, eyeing you still. You're mine. Mine. I wish to mark every part of you, have every part of you all to myself. Is that okay?"

Your hole body felt like it was on fire from his words. His possessive side never failed to make you like this, or maybe it was the idea that only you could make him act this way. "Yes. More than okay." Lotor let out a strained groan against your neck and pushed you forward over the controls. Luckily nothing was currently on so it was safe to press you against the panel and fuck you until you both saw as many starts as he had passed.

#lotor x reader #voltron x reader #vld x reader #lotor x you #voltron x you #vld x you #lotor smut #voltron smut #vld smut #smutember 2023 #smut drabble #x female reader

[rubysunnday]

when it's cold, i'd like to die

summary: they all fell victim to the datura meloxia that night, they all saw something - yet y/n's nightmare is unescapable, despite kaz's best efforts

a/n: haha, lol, i'm alive

Kaz pulled apart the doors, gradually revealing the room behind them. Y/N stood behind him, taking it all in. It was a beautiful building - the walls decorated with intricately patterned wallpaper and wooden panels. 

“Spread out,” Kaz ordered, his rough voice loud in the quiet of the room. 

Y/N stepped around him and into the room, taking slow, careful steps. Things were going a bit too well to her liking - they had yet to run into their usual chaos. 

“I can hear another heartbeat,” Tolya said softly, walking further into the room.

“I thought it was empty,” Jesper muttered, passing Y/N. 

“So did I,” she replied, glancing at him. 

“It’s fainter,” Tolya explained, “further in the house.”

Tolya took a step forward, almost reaching the other door that led further into the house. The floorboards under his foot sunk suddenly and something, somewhere within the walls, released and the doors on either side of the room slid shut with a resounding bang. 

Y/N ran back to the door they’d come through and tried to prise it back open. Her finger nails dug into the wood and she groaned, struggling to pull them at all, even with Jesper’s help.

Inej unsheathed one of her knives and stabbed the patterned screen. The knife bounced off it, leaving nothing behind. She tried again and still, nothing. “It’s impenetrable,” she said, stepping back. “Great.”

Kaz knocked on the wooden panelling with the head of his cane. His face dropped in realisation as, instead of a hollow wooden sound, there was a metal clang. “The frames are made of metal.”

Jesper pressed a hand against the frame, leaning his head in. “They’re Durast made.”

Y/N tilted her head back and looked around the room. It wasn’t big - it was smaller than what had been Kaz’s office back at the old Crow Club. But given that the frames were Durast made, and that Tolya had detected another heartbeat at the back of the grounds, there was more to the small room than it was letting on.

From somewhere within the roof, something metal clanked against something else, causing a ticking sound. Y/N’s eyes scanned the perimeter of the roof until they stopped on one of the small lanterns hanging on the wall. As she watched it, a red mist began to spray out of the floral shape above, spreading out into the air. 

“There’s something in the air,” Tolya said, looking up at the lantern too. 

It was, sort of, stating the obvious. They’d all noticed the red vapour by then and Y/N could feel her chest growing tight, the ability to breathe getting harder. She fell back, hitting the wall behind her, the room spinning around her like a spinning top she so often saw in the Ketterdam markets. 

Y/N felt someone looking at her and she had enough awareness left to turn her head, finding Kaz staring at her, his own face utterly impassive. Yet his eyes gave everything away - the slight widening showing the panic that had taken over the usual stoicism. 

Because whilst he may plan for things to go catastrophically wrong, Kaz Brekker couldn’t plan a way to cheat death when it came for them. 

Jesper went first, falling to the floor and falling still. Inej lasted a little longer - leaning back against the walls, struggling to stay awake. But even she fell, landing quietly and carefully even as she was dying.

Y/N felt her knees go weak and she braced herself against the wall behind her. She tried to keep her head up, to keep looking at Kaz. But it soon became impossible. Her vision blurred as her head pounded and her chest got tighter. Kaz became a black blur and Y/N fell sideways, the room spinning around her.

She didn’t feel herself hit the floor. One second she was suffocating, unable to breathe or think and the next she was standing in the middle of the Barrel, the sea spray from the harbour hitting her skin. 

“Y/N!”

Kaz stood at the other end of the street, a black shadow against the white lights of the street lamps. She could his cane, the metal crow’s head glinting in the hazy light. Y/N took a single step forward and as she did so, the building next to Kaz exploded. 

The force of the explosion threw Y/N backwards, the heat of the flames burning her face and her arms. She landed on the wet cobblestones, the force of the impact rippling throughout her entire body. 

For a while, there was just blackness. Y/N could see nothing. She could hear nothing. Then, gradually, her senses came back. First, she tasted blood in her mouth, then the pain ripping through her body and then the sound of the flames, of the rubble still falling. 

Y/N forced her eyes open, even as the smoke stung them. The street lamps had gone out around them - the fires burning within the rubble the only light available for the smoke had covered the moon. She coughed, her lungs burning, her breath getting caught in her throat. 

Rubble rolled off her and onto the ground and she struggled to get up, her legs bending, refusing to hold her weight. Y/N fell against a pile of rubble and pushed herself upwards, grazing her hands against the exposed masonry. 

As her mind finally caught up, the shock fading away, the panic set in. 

“Kaz!” Y/N screamed, coughing as the smoke invaded her throat. “Kaz!”

Her foot tripped over something and Y/N landed on the ground again, her face barely avoiding smacking the stones. She groaned, coughing weakly, her shoulders shaking.

“Y/N.”

Y/N rolled over and she came face to face with Kaz. He looked fine - as if he hadn’t just been blown up and thrown aside. She inhaled as his bare hand looped under her arm, his fingers pressing into her skin, and he pulled her up. 

“Kaz, what -”

“It’s ok,” Kaz said, his voice rough. “Just an experiment gone wrong.”

His other hand pressed gently against her side and Y/N’s body tightened at the unfamiliar yet all too familiar sensation. She leant into him, her stomach brushing against his waistcoat. 

“We’re ok.”

“Kaz!”

Kaz gasped and sat up abruptly, his hands flying out in front of him. Someone caught his wrist and he fought against them, wrenching his hand free.

“Saints, Kaz, it’s just me,” Jesper said, ducking to avoid Kaz’s blind punch. 

Kaz blinked and the water, and Jordie’s face looming over him, fade away, replaced by Jesper and the room they’d been locked in. Jesper looked down at him, vague concern on his face as he watched him. 

“What -”

“Wylan said the butterflies are the antidote,” Jesper explained, grimacing slightly. “I had to… well.”

Kaz swallowed, his mouth dry and tasting of something not very nice. He stumbled to his feet, batting away Jesper’s offered hand, and all but slamming his cane into the ground. “Poison?”

“Yeah, some fancy sounding name,” Jesper replied. “Wylan -”

“ - knows, I’ve got it,” Kaz said.

He looked around the room, his eyes surveying the walls and the state of his crew. Kaz’s eyes widened a fraction as his gaze stopped on Inej leaning over an unconscious Y/N, a hand over her mouth. 

Inej, noticing that Kaz was staring at her, lifted her head and looked back at him. Her eyes were filled with fear. “She won’t wake up. I’m trying, Kaz -”

Wylan’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Something’s holding her in the nightmare.”

“Her heartbeat is slowing,” Tolya added. He was knelt beside Inej, a hand wrapped around Y/N’s wrist, his fingers pressed against her pulse point.

“Kaz,” Jesper muttered. “It’s gotta be you.”

Kaz didn’t need Jesper to tell him that. He knew. He just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Because acknowledging Y/N’s need for him, meant acknowledging his need for her. His inability to live without her. 

“Inej, here,” Wylan said, sticking his hand through the hole in the wall, “another butterfly. But she can’t have more than two otherwise it becomes poisonous in itself.”

Inej stood and took the butterfly from Wylan’s outstretched hand and turned to Kaz. She held it out to him, her eyes locking to his. “Kaz, it has to be you.”

Kaz clenched his jaw, a muscle jumping in the corner. His leather gloves creaked as he gripped the head of his cane. 

“Kaz!” Jesper yelled. “If you let her die, I will kill you myself.”

The butterfly twitched pathetically in Inej’s hand. Kaz dropped his cane and limped over, gingerly taking the blue butterfly between his fingers.

“What do I do?” He asked, his voice a mere rasp.

“Put it in her mouth and force her to eat it,” Inej said, taking a step back. “Cover her mouth, pinch her nose - do whatever you have to do to get her to eat it.”

Kaz exhaled and knelt down on Y/N’s right side, wincing as his leg twinged in pain. Tolya shuffled back slightly but stayed on her other side, his hand still on her wrist. 

His argument was with his inner demons. Kaz would do anything for Y/N - and he had. He’d brought her out the White Lotus, he’d taken her into the Crows, he’d saved her life in Ravka on the skiff in the Fold - he’d told her more than he’d told anyone else. His demons had let him go that far, so why wouldn’t they let him go any further?

Kaz could feel the squishy skin of the dead bodies as his leg brushed against Y/N’s. He could taste the salt water of the harbour. Jordie was still in his mind. 

With one hand he prised Y/N’s mouth open, slightly startled at how easy it was. As gently as he could, he gripped it open and put the butterfly inside. Blue tinged her lips from the previous attempt. Kaz closed Y/N’s mouth and then put his hand over her lips, fighting the urge to let go and throw up. 

“Come on, Y/N, please,” he whispered, too quiet for anyone else to hear. 

He closed his eyes, swallowing thickly as he felt his nightmare fighting back. Kaz placed his other hand against the side of her face, his thumb trailing up and down her cheek, a feeble attempt to ground himself but to also tell Y/N that he was there. 

It had been a few seconds since Kaz had put the butterfly inside her mouth, but it felt agonisingly long - and nothing was happening. 

“Y/N!” Kaz yelled, shaking her shoulders.

Apparently aggression worked because Y/N inhaled sharply and sat up, her hands flying out to grip onto anything - anyone. One hand gripped onto Tolya’s arm, her nails digging into his skin. Her other gripped Kaz’s sleeve, her knuckles brushing against the skin of his inner wrist. 

She coughed, chewing on the butterfly in her mouth. “Urgh, what the fuck is this,” she muttered, grimacing.

Tolya patted her on the back, laughing. “You don’t want to know.”

He ruffled her hair and stood up, stepping back and turning to talk to Inej. Everyone had conveniently found something else to do as Kaz and Y/N stared at one another. Her hand was still gripping his coat sleeve.

“Are you ok?” She asked, her voice quivering slightly.

Kaz nodded once. “Fine.”

Y/N looked at him - properly looked at him. “I’m fine, too.”

“Everyone’s lost their minds.”

Y/N snorted softly, glancing back over her shoulder as Wylan and Jesper continued to kiss one another. “I think we all did,” she said softly, turning back. 

Kaz turned as well, looking at her as her own gaze caught his. They looked at one another as they walked, neither saying a word. 

“Maybe…” Kaz paused, elegantly stepping over a rock, “I did see something… through the haze of the poison.” 

Y/N nodded once in acknowledgment. Kaz stopped and Y/N did too, turning to face him. His eyes were full of so many different emotions and thoughts - but they were focused on her and her alone

“There are those who drown us,” Kaz said softly, “and those who pull us out.”

The early morning sun was beginning to rise behind Kaz - his black coat absorbing all the light. Y/N shifted slightly, using his head to block the sun from her eyes so that she could still see him. 

“What did your toxin trip reveal to you?” Kaz asked.

Y/N bit her lip gently, shuddering slightly as her mind went back. To Kaz lying lifelessly at her side to him suddenly being in one piece and knocking her out the way of Pekka’s bullet. Nightmares turned into dreams were weird. One moment she’s screaming and the next she’s in his arms, feeling his heart beating. Y/N knew that would never happen and that simply hoping for it was dangerous. 

Hoping for something that she could never have.

“Hope is dangerous,” she said quietly, resisting the temptation to avert her eyes from Kaz’s. “It clouds your judgement and makes you believe unrealistic things.”

Kaz’s face cracked slightly, his true emotion coming through for just a moment before it vanished behind the wall again. For just that second, Y/N saw the pain - the desire. But the it was gone.

“Y/N!” Nina yelled. “You coming?”

Y/N’s head turned sharply, looking over at Nina where she stood expectantly waiting with Zoya and Tolya. “Yeah,” Y/N replied. “Just coming.”

She turned back to look at Kaz but he’d walked away, heading backwards and to Inej. Y/N ignored the flash of pain that gripped at her heart and took a step forward, away from Kaz and everything she hoped for. 

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagine #six of crows x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #fic #fanfic #six of crows fic #shadow and bone fic

[puhpandas]

@ggyweek2024 Day 1: Scars

(2,434 words)

After developing a new normal, Tony finally asks Gregory about how he got the scar on his face.

One of the first blaring changes that Tony noticed about Gregory when seeing him again after so long was his scar.

Tony couldnt help but stare when he first saw it. It was thick and jagged, and discolored a darker shade than his skin. It was large, jarring on his face, and travelled from his jaw across his cheek to his nose.

And even after they had the big long talk about everything and discussed and debunked and explained, Gregory never told him how he got the scar.

It took Tony a while to feel normal enough around Greg to go to his house a lot. It's more common than not, now, for Tony to go to Greg's after school and get to know him. The real him.

But through it all, Tony's never gathered the courage to ask Greg about the long jagged line taking up a quarter of his face.

Its been weeks, now, since they reunited. Possibly months, and Tony hasnt asked Greg about it in that long.

Its never felt right to. Even when things were still centered around what happened enough to reveal that much, it had been too soon, and any time afterwards, Tony was just happy to be friends with Greg again. He never wanted to mess up any normalcy and his relationship for Greg to satisfy his own curiosity.

He already learned his lesson about that.

Today's one of the days he goes over to Greg's to hang out. The standard routine continues as normal; Tony bikes to Gregory's house, parks, goes inside and greets Vanessa and Freddy on his way to Greg's room, who both greet him back enthusiastically, and then he goes in.

When Tony enters Gregory's room, he immediately finds him hunched over at his desk. His back is facing Tony, and even from his point of view he can see Gregory's arm moving back and forth in a scribbling motion. He doesnt seem to hear him come in. He's so engrossed in whatever he's drawing he's almost nose to nose with the surface of the desk.

Instinctively, a smile quirks on Tony's face. He shuts the door quietly behind him, and goes over to Greg's chair.

Gregory only seems to notice him when he's in his peripherals. He jolts slightly, eyes widening in suprise, but then hes smiling and setting down his pencil.

"Jeez," Greg chuckles. "You scared me."

"Sorry." Tony replies. The window is open and the blinds are open by Gregory's desk, and it casts a few lines against Greg's face and his paper. Tony switches his gaze to Gregorys latest drawing, and smiles again.

It's some comic centered around Gregory and Freddy taking down a bad guy. The panels are dramatic and scary looking, and Tony notices that near the end of the page, in the right bottom corner, theres a panel where Gregory is completely alone.

He's interrupted by Gregory calling his name.

Tony looks back over, and the sunlight peeking through the blinds somehow manages to cast a perfect halo around the scar on Greg's face. It's like the world somehow knows that Tony's been stewing in curiosity about it lately.

Tony must have been looking at it, because when he tears his gaze away to look at Gregory himself, he shuts his mouth from where he was about to say something and darts his eyes to the side. His hand comes up to his cheek.

"Sorry." Tony says again. He looks at the floor.

One moment, then, "Its okay." Gregory drops his hand after a few seconds of silence. "Did you come over to finish our book? We only have a couple chapters left, I think. I saw that the second series is way longer."

Tony smiles again. "Yeah." He confirms. "Are you reading or am I?"

"You read last time." Gregory gets up from his chair, leaving his comic and colored pencils behind. "I'll do it this time."

Tony still feels bad about making Greg uncomfortable, but Gregory seems to have moved past it. He sighs. "Okay, sure. This is the last book, isnt it?"

"The last in series one." Gregory replies, moving to his bookshelf. Tony watches him go. "Funny how we only started reading because you wanted a reference to start writing first person, and now we're going to start series two."

Tony smiles, knowing why exactly he kept reading for so long. Of course he's inspired by the first person point of view, but theres another reason he likes reading the books so much. "Its a good series."

Gregory plucks the book off of his shelf and makes his way over to his bed. Tony follows him, and they sit side by side, leaning against Greg's pillow as he opens to the bookmarked page.

Tony's on Gregory's right side, meaning that Tony has perfect view of his face scar when he leans down to see the pages clearly. He sighs out his nose, trying his best to ignore it. Greg's obviously uncomfortable with it. He thinks. He doesnt need to tell me. I dont need to know.

While Gregory is finding their last page, Tony thinks about how hes never told Gregory how he got his own face scar. The thin pale line on his right cheek.

But then he remembers that he doesnt need to tell him, because Gregory already knows how Tony got the scar.

"Here." Gregory rips him out of his thoughts, pointing at the page. He clears his throat, and Tony tries to ignore the proximity, and how Gregory's face scar is in his peripherals.

"I looked around to make sure we were alone." Gregory starts reading. "Then I leaned in close and whispered: "My Achilles spot. If you hadn't taken that knife, I would have died.

She got a faraway look in her eyes. Her breath smelled of grapes, probably from the nectar. "I dont know, Percy. I just had this feeling you were in danger. Where...where is the spot?""

The word knife makes Tony think again, even when he tries to pay attention to the story. Tony's own face scar was made by a knife. His eyes dart back to Greg's cheek.

"I wasn't supposed to tell anyone." Greg's voice echoes in his room. "But this was Annabeth. If I couldnt trust her, I couldn't trust anyone.

"The small of my back.""

"Greg." Tony interrupts impulsively, not tearing his eyes away from the discolored line on Gregory's face. Gregory stops reading, twisting his neck to look at him. When Greg looks him in his eyes, Tony switches his gaze to look back. "Uh... can I ask you something?"

Gregory seems to deflate a slight bit, but Tony only notices because he's watching closely.

Greg sighs almost soundlessly, then: "My scar."

Tony jolts, his eyes wide. He glances to the side. "Oh, um--"

"I know that's what you're going to ask about." Gregory interrupts. Tony risks a glance back, the inklings of guilt in his stomach, but Gregory doesn't look angry, upset, or uncomfortable. Just kind of resigned, but in the least worst way. "Its okay."

Gregory shuts the book, only pausing to place the bookmark back in. "Is it okay?" Tony asks. He wouldn't want anyone prying for answers about his face scar. He hopes that Greg wont mind as much because its Tony.

"I see you looking at it all the time." Gregory tells him, shifting in his seat to angle his body so he's fully facing Tony. Tony forces himself to look him in the eye. "I know how you are. It's probably killing you, isnt it?"

Tony tries not to let his jolt show at those choice of words from Gregs mouth, and he nods. "Sorry." He apologizes. "I just--"

"You cant stand not solving a mystery." Gregory interrupts again. He fidgets in his seat. "I get it."

Tony doesnt respond again. He just stares, and watches how Gregory is looking away from him when it falls silent. He looks at how Gregory's face is tilted so the scar is in perfect view for Tony, and how his fingers fidget with the strap of his watch and how his knees seem to tremor ever so slightly.

He waits. In the silence, he can hear the TV in the living room droning on through the walls. He can hear the barely audible exhaust from cars from outside. He can hear his own heartbeat in his chest, and he can feel his own guilt for being excited to be told.

"Its..." Gregory's voice is jarring in the silence. He looks back at Tony, and there are lines under his amber eyes. "Its not a fun story. Might... might remind you of some things."

Gregs eyes had darted to the right side of Tony's face when he said that, and Tony's brows raise. He's suddenly hyper aware of his own face scar.

He looks at Greg's, sharp and large and jagged. It dips in his skin around his jaw, and it makes the skin around his left eye stretch differently. Its darker against his tanned skin, and Tony sighs out. "That's okay."

Tony doesn't notice how Gregory never worried about trusting Tony.

"Vanessa was like me." Gregory jumps right in. "She had a knife, and I just woke up with no memory, and she just..."

He trails off, making a slashing motion with his hand. "I barely got away with my life." He says, his voice slightly wet. "If I was just a little slower..."

His eyes get faraway, and Tony, in between his shock and taking that in, bravely reaches out a hand and sets it on Gregory's fidgeting one.

His hand is warm against Tony's icy fingers, and it's enough to bring him back to reality. He gasps a little, and Tony catches that same expression that he used to think made Gregory look so young a year ago.

Tony doesnt bring up his own scar, because he knows Gregory knows how it came to be. It was from a knife, too, and Tony barely got away with his life.

Greg's other hand has been raised to his face, where he messes with the scar on his cheek. Theres a few fleeting moments where Gregory and Tony look at nothing but eachothers eyes, and it feels like it lasts hours.

Tony sees how Gregory unsubtly looks away from Tony's eyes to his right cheek.

Gregory's fingers twitch under Tony's hand. Tony watches Gregory remove his other hand from his face, reach out, and barely brushing against his skin, poke the spot on Tony's cheek.

"We match." Greg says, soft as silk. He smiles, but it looks pained.

Tony cant find a response in him, he just keeps staring, and realizing for the first time how Gregory's right.

It feels otherworldly, Tony thinks, or fictional, how Tony and Greg somehow have matching scars on their cheeks that are parallel to eachother. It reminds him, boldly, of how Freddy and Bonnie have parallel matching earrings.

But they were designed that way. Tony and Gregory somehow got here by chance. Are they this way because of the worlds design? Is it fate that both their cheeks were marked by that thing?? That the fact that they have scars at all tells that they're still here? That Tony would look in the mirror and stare at the pale line on his face in-between it all to remind himself that it was all real, and his theories weren't far-fetched? That he wasnt going mad?

"I have another," Gregory rips him out of his thoughts, tapping on his hand, and Tony realizes his eyes were unfocusing. "on my stomach."

Tony feels a surge of panic when Greg lifts his shirt, but he looks back from where he averted his eyes to where Gregory is pointing.

Theres a gathering of skin on his stomach. It's long and horizontal, almost diagonal, and discolored like his face scar. It's a line, Tony realizes. A big one. Tony's mouth parts, and he looks at Greg's eyes.

"When I freed her." Gregory looks away. "She got me again."

Tony doesnt respond, he just looks at the bunch of skin on Gregory's stomach. It obviously used to be a stab wound. One of Tony's biggest fears is stab wounds.

He shakes his head, clearing his throat and trying not to stutter. "I have one." Tony says. He shrugs off his jacket, tossing the green corduroy at the end of the bed, and he rolls up the sleeve of his raglan tee.

"Y-- Rab got me." Tony says, pointing at his bicep, where just under his shoulder on the side, theres a thick, long slice. He feels it with his finger, and it dips in the skin, dark like both of Gregory's are. "He tried to stab me in the back, but I dodged."

Greg stares at it for a long time, and his eyes look infinitely more tired.

He eventually shifts, and uses his other hand (the one not beneath Tony's) to move his hair out of the way near his temple. He tucks it behind his ear, pointing at a small scar right at his hairline. Its almost lined up perfectly with the corner of his eye. "One of-- Rabs lenses shattered, once." He explains. "It almost blinded me."

Tony sighs through his nose, feeling his eyebrows furrow.

Theres so many. Gregory has so many scars littered around his body.

Tony squeezes his hand.

He shows Gregory more scars of his, which are few. He eventually gets to the old childhood ones with funny and embarrassing stories attached to them, and he stops giving Greg room to reveal more of his scars. Tony can see little light lines and dots scattered around his arms and hands, and another bigger one peeking from under his shirt sleeve, but Gregory never gets to tell the stories of those. Tony just tells him about how the scar under his chin is from tripping at the pool when he was eight, and that the one on his ankle is from a scooter rearing back at him from a failed trick when he was nine.

Greg doesnt try to unearth all of the scars hes collected again. He just laughs at Tony's stories until tears prick his eyes, and the book sits un-re-opened next to them as the sky darkens outside Gregory's window. The lines under Gregorys eyes recede, and Tony's shirt sleeve starts to fall back down his arm.

Through it all, Tony never moves his hand from on top of Greg's, and Gregory doesnt move his either.

ao3 link

#WOOHOO DAY 1 OF THE WEEK! #may be the only fic i post #i dont know though #i talk more in the notes of the ao3 work #my fics #pandas writes #gregory #tony #beckory #tony becker #ggy #ggy week 2024 #oneshot

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

Jealousy (Huggy Wuggy x Reader)

You pressed the buttons on the clock-in machine, entering the six digit code to sign you in for the start of your shift and then headed off down to the basement labs that were all too familiar to you. 

You said ‘hello’ to your fellow coworkers and down the metal steps that creaked and banged with every step. 

You pushed open the door to the lab once you reached the bottom of the stairs and was greeted with a slight hub-bub in the large room. You noticed that there was an element of excitement in the room and hastened talk. 

Your attention was then caught by something new in the room. 

There was no longer one glass cage encased with steel. But two!

One was empty and the other was occupied by a twelve foot long limbed, blue furred creature known as Huggy Wuggy; a plush toy brought to life by you and your fellow coworkers. A creature that you had grown close to over the years and was your absolute number one priority. 

Speaking of which, you made your way over to the cage that sat on the opposite side of the room. 

Huggy Wuggy sat against the far wall of the cage, his large frame slumped, his head down. 

“Huggy!” you called as you stepped up to the large door and key panel. 

The large, blue furred toy lifted his head. His dark eyes lit up and his lips drew into a big smile, slightly showing off the sharp teeth hidden. Huggy made a chirping noise of delight as you entered the cage and gently closed the door. Huggy clumsily got to his feet and lumbered over to you. 

“Hey, boy.” you cooed as he knelt in front of you and nuzzled his head against your neck and face. You giggled at the contact and rubbed your hands along his soft blue fur. “You missed me, huh?” 

A purr came as your answer. 

“Yeah, I missed you, too. We’ll get some alone time shortly, though.” 

Huggy made a delighted noise in response. 

Suddenly, the moment was ruined as there came a commotion. 

Both you and Huggy looked round to see the other scientists and some factory workers, looking all in the same direction. At the empty cage. 

The large cage, like Huggy’s, was helmed into the wall, but the wall had a large opening like a garage door which opened slowly. 

You squinted your eyes, trying to see what was entering the cage…and what you saw made your stomach clench, horribly. 

The creature, that was being ushered in by a small group of factory workers, was the same creature as Huggy. From the body shape, eyes, mitten like paws and feet and even the thing bow like tie. The only difference was the fur was pink. 

Was this supposed to be some kind of female counterpart to Huggy? 

The female creature soon entered the cage and sat down in a corner of the cage as the large door came to a close. 

You heard a low growl come from above you, making you glance up. Huggy was snarling at the newcomer. It seemed as though Huggy wasn’t happy that another one of…his kind was in his territory. 

“It’s all right, Huggy.” you cooed, reaching a hand up to stroke his crescent head. “She’s in there and we’re in here. It’ll be all–.” 

“Hey, (Y/N). Get over here for a minute.” called one of your colleagues. 

Furrowing your brow, you made your way to the door of the cage. You heard Huggy following you and turned to him. 

“Wait here, Huggy. It’s all right.” 

Huggy blinked at you, confused, but did as he was told. You went over to the door and stepped out of the chamber. 

“What’s going on?” you asked. The said worker who had shouted over to you. “Who the hell is she?” 

“She,” he explained. “Is our latest experiment.” 

“Experiment? When did that happen?” 

“A month ago.” Replied a female worker “Laith wanted to do some more research. For Huggy to breed.” 

Your heart skipped a beat. “B-breed?” 

“Yeah, breed. Didn’t you hear me?” 

“But…how? We have no inkling that Huggy can breed. He’s an experiment. A living one.” 

“Exactly.” said the male worker. “We don’t know and it's our job to figure these things out. 1-1-7-0 may be an experiment but he’s more than and we may be able to advance with more of his kind at our disposal. Besides, it’ll work for the kids.” 

You felt quite sick to your stomach. Why was this happening? Huggy, to breed with that..that female? You glanced over at Huggy who was staring at you, concerned. 

Your mind began to race back to all those times you and Huggy had been…intimate together. Those times you had both been intimate when it was just you and Huggy somewhere in the factory or in his cage. At first, it had been to help relieve Huggy and soon it developed into a need and then…something more. 

You loved Huggy. More than a human should love a scientific being/toy and the thought–. 

Just the thought of Huggy mating with someone that wasn’t you…it just made you sick. 

Were…were you jealous? 

“So,” said the male worker. “Think you can coax your little friend to come and meet experiment 2-4-8-9.” 

“Or…” said the female scientist. “Kissy Missy. Ha! You ever heard such a ridic–?” 

But the rest of her words, you drowned them out as your attention soon focused on…Kissy Missy. 

The pink plush toy had come out of her stupor and had begun to glance around at the huge room. Her dark eyes seemed a little unfocused, just like Huggy’s had been when he had woken up. She blinked a little and glanced down at the surrounding scientists and factory workers. 

“Oooh, someone’s awake.” 

Kissy soon lost interest and her gaze went upwards, towards Huggy’s cage. Her eyes darted here and there all over Huggy’s form and began to glitter with glee. Her wide red lips grew into a big smile. 

“Shit.” you whispered. 

You walked back to Huggy’s cage and secured yourself inside. 

“Hey, (Y/N), where are you–?” 

You slammed the door blocking out everything that was beyond the cage. You could feel your body shaking with fear. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at the female counterpart of your lover. Yet you could hear the high chirping coming from outside the cage and the muffled banging against it. 

The sound of footsteps made you look up to see Huggy lumbering over to you and kneeling. 

He placed a yellow glowed paw at the top of your head. He could see you were upset and Huggy never liked it when you were upset. He made an odd cooing noise as though asking you what was the matter. 

How could you explain this to him? That Kissy Missy was to be his mate from now on and not you? 

Huggy made the same cooing noise again. 

Still, you did not respond to him, you could feel the tears coming to your eyes and you didn’t want to show yourself up in front of your colleagues. 

But there was no fooling Huggy. His free paw came to gently brush across your eyes. 

“Thanks, boy.” you sniffed. “Um, they um…you see that pink b-being over there?” you hiccuped nodding over to Kissy who had her own paws against the glass. Huggy let out a disgruntled noise. “Yeah, her. Well, they all want you to meet her.” 

Huggy turned his focus back on you. 

“I know you don’t like the sound of this - and neither do I - but they want to see what..happens. I'll come in with you.” you reassured him, taking both of your smaller hands around his large paw. “And if you don’t like…Kissy Missy, then I'll take you out. I’ll be here with you, okay?” 

Huggy Wuggy didn’t look too pleased by this. His lips were pulled into a frown but it seemed to soften a little as he considered your words. After a moment, Huggy finally nodded. 

Trying your best to ignore the bile rising in your throat, you turned to the scientists outside and nodded at them. One of them, one you recognised to be Avery, hurried to the door and entered the key code. With a small hiss, the cage opened. Everyone waited with baited breath as you led Huggy out of his cage and over to Kissy Missy’s. The female creature began to get excited, jumping rather clumsily in her cage as Huggy and you came close. She was really annoying you and, it seemed, Huggy, too. Huggy began to snarl and back away a little. 

“Would someone calm her down already?” you spat, sending a glare to the others around you as you tried to console Huggy. “She’s clearly bothering him.”

“Do as she says,” called a voice. 

Everyone in the room turned to see the master behind Playtime Co. - Elliott Ludwig - standing with your boss, Laith Pierre. 

“Do as she says. Or else we’ll get nowhere.” Elliott Ludwig repeated. 

A dozen workers ran past you and Huggy and did what they could to subdue the newest experiment. As they did, you moved a little closer to Huggy, manoeuvring your body so that Kissy Missy could properly see what you were doing. 

“It’s okay, Huggy. We’re nearly there now, all right?” 

Huggy gave you a contented purr and began to nuzzle you affectionately. You giggled and began to pet him, making him purr louder. You glanced over at Kissy and noticed that she had finally calmed  down but her gaze was now on you. Kissy stared at you in a curious fashion before her eyes narrowed and bared her shark like teeth at you. 

That’s right, bitch. You thought. He’s all mine and won’t look twice at you. 

“Okay, she’s all right now,” said Avery. “You wanna carry on?” 

You ceased your petting of Huggy and proceeded to lead him to the cage. Huggy seemed to have eyes for you and you alone. The moment the two of you entered the cage, he shuffled closer to your side. 

You turned to Avery. “Keep the door open. At all times.” 

Avery nodded and stayed by the door. 

You then glanced at Kissy as she continued to stare you down as thought you were some annoying insect she longed to squash. You turned your attention to Huggy who was hovering near you, his eyes on you. 

“You okay, my sweet?” 

But before Huggy could respond, there came a shrill shriek and you found yourself being flung back towards the cage wall, slamming hard into it. You soon collapsed to the ground on your front. 

“Fuck!” you hissed. Pain flooded your back making you quiver and curl in on yourself. 

There came a loud roar that made you look up to see Huggy attacking Kissy Missy, shoving her into a corner of the cage. His paws became matted as the claws began to elongate and slice at Kissy. Kissy, completely taken aback, had not reacted in time to Huggy’s attack and was doing a terrible job of defending herself. 

“Huggy!” 

“Separate them now!” came the barking voice of Laith Pierre. 

You could hear people responding to Laith’s orders and heard them scrambling to get in the cage.

“No, Huggy!” you cried, fear rising in your veins as a few came in, carrying tranquiliser guns. 

Huggy turned at the sound of your voice and lumbered over to you. He wrapped his long limbs around you and pulled you to his chest. He made soft cooing and purring sounds as he nuzzled closer to you. 

“I’m all right, Huggy.” you croaked. “It was you I was worried about.” 

Huggy chirped in reply and lifted you in his arms like a parent would a child, and made his way through the crowd and back to his own cage. 

You peeked over Huggy’s shoulder to see Kissy Missy being cornered and soon hit by several tranquilisers. Kissy toppled over and fell to the ground with a loud crash! 

Once inside his cage, Huggy took you to one of the corners of the cage and sat with you tucked in between his legs, his limbs still around you, protectively. 

“Thank you, Huggy.” you said, softly against his chest. “I love you so much.” 

Huggy purred, happily. 

(The End.) 

#poppy playtime #huggy wuggy x y/n #huggy wuggy x you #huggy wuggy x reader #huggy wuggy #kissy missy

[son1c]

if you like robots so much, then maybe you should become one :/c

falling stars fic masterpost

There was no escape from the tank. Sonic was stuck like a fish in a bowl, and he didn't even have the comfort of colorful pebbles to help ease his claustrophobia. Not that it would've mattered, since the cables at the top of the tank soon became alight with electricity, and the Roboticizer roared to life.

The feeling started in his eyes. They were as wide as dinner plates when the electricity coursed through them. It was like they were being peeled away and replaced by something else, something colder. Something that glowed dimly through the bubbles of the tank.

The feeling quickly spread to his nose. His ears. The rest of his body.

It was cold. So cold.

By the time it was over, Sonic couldn't even shiver. Temperature wasn't even a blip on his radar anymore, he was so incapable of registering it. His body was no longer flesh, fur, and bone. Now, it was metal, circuits, and wires. He saw the world through a red-tinted screen. At first, the image was fuzzy, but it quickly sharpened, the pixels that made up his environment rendered in crisp HD.

He saw a motobug with a star sticker on its forehead cowering by the door. He saw Doctor Eggman standing on the other side of the glass, grinning at him triumphantly. Sonic stared back at the man, the gears in his head beginning to turn.

Then, he realized something. He wasn't in pain anymore. The lingering ache that had been holding him down for days had been obliterated, and he was left feeling strong. Powerful. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders--or, more accurately, his leg. And the person responsible was standing right in front of him. Examining him through those round glasses and down that big, long nose.

Doctor Eggman.

Sonic… was supposed to listen to him. That's right. He was supposed to do whatever the Doctor said. As a part of the Eggman Empire, it was Sonic's job to help see its conquest through. And he would. He would do it. It was what he was made for. Yeah, he remembered now. Serving the Empire was what he was always meant to do.

The water drained from the tank, and the panel at the top slid open.

Eggman said, "Well? Do you plan on staying in there forever? Front and center, if you please."

Sonic's shoes sparked to life, and he flipped out of the tank in one swift motion. He stood in front of the doctor, still dripping, with his head tilted upwards. Even with the extra inch or two his new metal shoes added to his height, Eggman was still so much taller than him.

"Remarkable," Eggman breathed. He was admiring his handiwork. "Perhaps this old machine has held up better than I thought. How fortunate for you, Sonic… since the alternative would've been much uglier."

Sonic caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Immediately, he snapped his head toward the door, and only just barely managed to catch the back of Metal Sonic as he angrily flew away.

With a wave of his hand, Eggman said, "Oh, pay him no mind. You know how it is with look-alikes, don't you? They tend to become quite envious over time."

Suddenly, Eggman stepped away from Sonic. The doctor's attention was now on the motobug that was still cowering by the door. He shot it a loathsome glare. "Now, to take care of that miserable little traitor…"

The motobug curled in on itself when Eggman approached. It knew what was coming. Deactivation. Or dismantlement. Or something else that any sensible robot would be wise to quiver in fear of. It covered its eyes with its claws, unable to look at the disappointment on the doctor's face.

However, right as Eggman was about to lay a hand on the little robot, Sonic appeared in between them. He had crossed the room in the blink of an eye, so fast that neither the doctor nor the motobug had even seen him move at all. Now, he was standing protectively over the little robot, his glowing eyes boring into their leader like hot coals.

"What do you think you're doing, Sonic?" Eggman hissed.

"Easy, sir," Sonic said. His voice was covered in a layer of robotic vocal fry, and far too flat. "I'm just lookin' out for the Empire."

Frowning, Eggman leaned back. There was a hint of genuine curiosity in his narrowed eyes, but it was well hidden. "I don't remember telling you to do that," he said.

Sonic's heroic nature was, of course, common knowledge to Eggman. But to see it translated to--and even directed toward--his own robots wasn't something the doctor was expecting. And it was a strange sight to see. After all, none of his badniks had teamwork programmed into their code. None of them cared about each other.

The only thing that mattered was that they were loyal to Eggman himself. That was the driving force motivating each and every one of them. And Sonic, now a Robian, should be no different.

Should be.

"I- I know," Sonic said quietly. He looked down, the new programming in his head fighting against the will of his heart. It was hard for him to get his next words out. "It… won't happen again. I'm s- suh- sorry."

The motobug didn't dare move. It stayed perfectly still, every mechanism in its body locked in place while Eggman stared down at it over Sonic's shoulder. Slowly, the doctor's expression changed from resentment to rapacity.

Eggman stroked his mustache. He was calm now. He'd realized how to take advantage of this. "Actually, Sonic," he began, "it would save me a great deal of resources if you protected my badniks. You have no idea how expensive it is to replace them! And money doesn't grow on trees, you know. It's hard work printing it all myself."

Sonic looked up. His processors, which had just been whirring loudly from the war being waged inside of his mind, suddenly shushed. He smiled. "I'll keep 'em safe. Promise," he said. The faintest glimmer of emotion shone through his robotic voice: gratitude. "I won't let you down, Doctor Eggman, sir."

Eggman spun around on his heel. He started down the hallway, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the long corridor. His blood red coat trailed behind him, a stark reminder of what he could have done to the motobug. If he'd wanted to.

Finally, the motobug allowed itself to relax. It was lucky to be online right now.

After letting his own shoulders slump, Sonic turned around to face the motobug. He winked at it with his electronic eyes. "Don't worry, little buddy," the Robian whispered. "I've got your back!"

"SONIC!"

Hurriedly, Sonic followed after Doctor Eggman. But not too hurriedly--he didn't disappear from view like he had when the motobug's life was in danger. He just jogged down the hallway at a respectable pace before falling into step at the doctor's side.

He didn't notice Metal Sonic watching him from the shadows. And he was too focused on Eggman's voice to hear when the look-alike exited the Scrambled Brain Bowl. He and the doctor continued on through the complex, unbothered.

While they walked, Sonic thought about how good it felt to have two functional legs again. He was thankful that Doctor Eggman had fixed the broken one for him. The Robian cherished it--cherished his freedom of motion.

For the next few days, Eggman kept a close eye on Sonic. The Robian could always feel the doctor's hawkish gaze on the back of his neck while he worked. But the brand new code swirling around his mind told him not to worry about it. And Eggman kept him too busy for any doubts to creep in.

So, he didn't ask questions. He served the Empire.

He ignored his whispering heart.

But the static in Sonic's mind was building. It grew louder every time he listened to Eggman. And it grew more insistent every time he ran an errand for him, or took down a G.U.N. drone that had wandered too close to Scrap Brain Base.

It pulled on his heart like a drawstring every time he was reminded to stay away from the deepest part of the basement.

No amount of un-OSHA-regulated labor could kill the part of him that was fighting. Fighting hard against Eggman's control. And as the days turned into weeks, the static plaguing his mind became impossible to ignore. Now, it was deafening.

At the same time, Eggman stopped ordering Sonic to follow him around everywhere. The doctor probably assumed his Roboticization was flawless. That he could be trusted not to rebel. So, his leash got a little longer. And Sonic was left alone with his thoughts more often. Thoughts that oftentimes, didn't match up with the programming that had been drilled into his brain.

Thoughts that he didn't belong here. Thoughts that he was forgetting about something.

Thoughts that he should really just go and check out that room in the basement, the one that was locked behind a heavy blast door.

Sonic groaned. All of these thoughts were giving him a headache, and that shouldn't even be possible. Annoyed, he kicked his feet. They were hanging off the edge of the Brain Bowl, because he was sitting on the very tip of one of the Bowl's mustache spikes. The movement made him feel a little better, but it wasn't enough to get rid of the static that was ringing in his ears.

Beside Sonic was the motobug with the star on its head. It balanced expertly on the thin strip of steel, having gotten used to Sonic's weird hang out spots by now. It looked at him curiously.

Sonic smiled. Maybe a little thinner than usual. "Just thinkin'," he told the motobug.

The little robot kept looking at him. It beeped once.

Sonic rubbed the back of his neck. "What else? About his vileness, Doctor Eggman. Duh."

The motobug beeped again.

Sonic pinched one side of his mouth and looked away from the little robot that could always, somehow, see right through him. "Alright, alright. You caught me. But it's nothin', bud. Seriously."

The motobug wasn't convinced, and neither was Sonic. But there was no more time to talk about it, because an alarm suddenly started going off in the Robian's head. His eyes flashed red.

[INTRUDER ALERT. IMMEDIATE ACTION REQUIRED.]

[LOCATION: BB-F3.]

An intruder? That was different. But Sonic's directive remained the same: protect the Base and its badniks.

In a flash, Sonic stood up, hopped over the motobug, and slid down the roof of the Brain Bowl. He made his way inside and up to the third floor landing in ten seconds flat, his thrusters allowing him to skip the elevator entirely. Once there, he looked around, but the landing was empty. The only things up there were benches and tables, and a few spare tool boxes.

Sonic frowned. Could it have been a false alarm?

The thought had barely finished processing when he noticed it--something shiny on the table at the far end of the landing. Sonic bounded over to it and found that it was a card of some sort. He turned it over and was confused to see a bat printed on it with the words "Thank you" written over top in pretty cursive letters.

A voice from behind Sonic said, "Hey there, Blue. Nice of you to drop by. Mind lending me a hand? I'm looking for something special, and I heard it's stashed around here somewhere!"

Sonic froze. The static screamed in his ears.

Blue.

His sensors warned him of an incoming projectile, and he snapped out of his daze. He whirled around and caught the boot that was about to slam into his head with one of his hands. It belonged to a bat Mobian with white fur. And on her wrists, she wore two gold bracelets.

Sonic recognized her. From the photograph. The photograph that Doctor Eggman had shown him and…

Him and…

Sonic's heart tore desperately at the code that had his mind in a chokehold. It shuddered. Wavered. But remained intact.

The bat wrenched her leg free of Sonic's grasp. Then, she used the momentum to send a sweeping kick at his feet, attempting to knock him over. But Sonic recovered fast, and used his rocket boosters to dodge the kick and flip over her head. From there, he grabbed her by the arm, and threw her across the landing.

She used her wings to stop herself from crashing into the wall. But she was slower than Sonic, and he caught up to her before she had the chance to recover. He dug his claws into her shoulders and slammed her into the wall, and his momentum carried them all the way through it and into the room on the other side.

It was the room with the big green tank. The room he had been reactivated in, a little over a month ago.

The bat used her feet to push Sonic off of her. Then, she jumped up, and dusted herself off. "Wow!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "Not even Metal Sonic was able to get in a move like that. You can really do it like the True Blue himself!"

Sonic stared at her. The static was so loud. So loud.

Finally loud enough to unhook the claws of Eggman's nefarious programming from his mind.

"You," he gasped. Like he had just come up for air. "You're the one who stole Shadow's inhibitor rings!"

#falling stars au #thank god sonic has an iron will or else this could have gone so much worse <3 #anyways writing his dialogue for this part gave me the willies. LOL

[tparker48]

There was an event going on in the frat houses on the northside of campus, giants and tinies alike jumping at the chance to go as they ventured to the dorms past the trees. Along with them, was Packer, curious at the thought of mingling with the big leagues. Perhaps this was his chance to get involved, but didn’t know for sure if it was a good idea. But then again, he wouldn’t know if he stayed in his room the whole night. With that dreadful thought swirling in his mind, he decided to go, if only to hush the rushing thought in his head. He followed along the smaller barricades, fellow tinies walking inside while the rest of the towering giants waited along the stairs next to him..

 The benefits of being small, he presumed. Electric music welcomed his ears, booming through the dimmed room as he followed the crowd through two paneled doors. Lanterns stacked along the walls, casting its crimson glow as strobe light flashed the panels above. Along the main floor, many danced to the beat of the music, Tinies shrouded by pairs of tapping legs as giants danced higher above. It was vibrant, too vibrant for Packer’s taste. He moved around the crowd to the small escalators, taking it to the higher floors as he looked to the crowd below. It was there that he spent most of his time, observing the many students as drinks passed around to the jocks and cheerleaders along the floor. Taking a swig of from his straw, fluid started to build inside him, his cock flexing for release as it bulged into his pants.

“Damn it, I drank too much.” he said, waddling toward the padded cushions along the couch. Hopping off the desk, He followed the table toward the groups surrounding it. He could barely hear his own voice, the booming music from the speakers.

“Hey!..Yo! Does anyone know where the bathroom is?” He asked the surrounding crowd,  falling on deaf ears as they laughed and sipped their drinks. He tried waving to the passersby, fanning down anyone that would look down. Their had to be someone who would look, he thought

Continuing to wave at the crowd, one of the students turned his way, their cheeks growing red as they swayed around. “Hey, do you think you can tell me where the bath-” they fell onto the counter, Their hair casting over him like a net.

 He was snagged upwards. toggling at the strands of hair as he spun through the air. He tried to call out them in efforts to cease floundering, but it was to no avail, the drunk student continuing to move like a madman as they tossed around the couches. It was only when they cock his head did he finally get his wish, spinning through the air as he fell into  a sponge-like opening.

“And this is why I don’t drink.” he groaned, massaging his back to ease the impact.

 His gaze soon turned to the space around him, its walls surrounding him in a cylinder-like pattern. Clumps of rubber spiraled upwards to the slitted opening above, smell of dried musk flaring his nose as his face warmed. Where was he anyway? It wasn’t like any couch he saw out there, let alone a chair. He wobbled to his feet, his toes seeping into something slimy as it touched his sandals. Its texture was White as snow, gooey in nature as it soaked into his feet. It smelled salty, fresh as if someone..fucked it.

The area shook, muffled voices echoing outside as his body met the rubbery walls. Tapping from a microphone drowning them out.  "Alright ladies and gentlemen, we got a very special game. It's time for our contestants to come up, and play a game of ‘Can You Fill It!!’ "

He puzzled at the words, looking to the opening as shadows danced on the outside. The realization dawned upon him, this space wasn’t just a tube, it was a fleshlight. Rumbling came from below, straps locking from the walls before steps lingered. A sharp squeak came from the entrance, a nozzle squeezing its way through the opening as clear liquid oozed from it. It squirted a thick stream, sending a tidal wave of lube through the tube before it washed Packer to the bottom. It was so slick to move through, his feet slipping from beneath him as he splashed into the translucent puddle.

“Hey, I’m in here you know! Stop the game!” He said, floundered against the rubber.

"Looks like the contestants are ready. Let’s say we get this party started with our beloved host of the party.” The announcer said. ” Give them a round of applause as the first crack of this thing."

A shadow loomed over the opening, taking to the plastic lips like a stamp before it caved in. A bulbous head stuck its way into the folds, the slit in the center smacking with drool that mixed with the contents inside. It wormed its way through the rubbery tube, bulldozing into him as it crashed at the bottom. His torso was subdued, locked in place by the massive cockhead as white drool spilled into his chest. It was warmer compared to the gunk that drenched his toes, thick as it lubricated his face. As the slit retracted, the shaft began to thrust slowly, steamrolling over his body as it tapped at the end of the fleshlight.

He was bombarded,plunging into its spongy walls by the cock’s flesh as it retracted to the top. He placed his palms in front  to block the protruding manhood, but its kiss eventually met his form, carrying him with it embrace as it tossed him around. It drooled more, filling a puddle at his shoulder and along the rubbery folds. It was there that it finally erupted, unleashing a tidal wave of milky seed as it waves crashed at his back. It rose higher, the cockhead nuzzling into his body while splooging into his lap. Only a pool of warm cum remained, filling a portion of the chamber that rocked with each twist along the outside. 

He emerged, gasping as he wiped its substance from his face. “Ugh that in my mouth.”

 "What a wonderful display folks, as expected from our grand host. Now it's for the other two participants."

There was more? He didn't think he could handle another blast of that kind of magnitude. But the feeling seeped in that he had no choice, looking to the rubbery slit that pulled apart like a curtain as a thinner cock entered the cave.  Its slitted mouth gaped as it drank the seed filling the chamber, charging through the puddle like a torpedo. It crashed against the bottom, Packer barely having time to think before the shaft retracted and rushed again, pumping itself through the chamber as its aggressive grunts boomed outside. Dodging its strike through the tube, his foot snagged against the shroomed edges, its inertia pinning him beneath its underbelly and into the milky puddle. Cum filled his nose, seeping into his mouth as he dragged to and from the entrance. 

His back ached, and his vision dimmed as grinding filled his ears. Pressure increased as the rubbery walls flattened beneath him. The sound of water releasing filled the space, the girth of the cock bulging as its surface cushioned at his back. Seed erupted into the chamber once more, its wave split by a fold in the walls as it drizzled the corners. Its climax was quicker than the hosts, but more rough as its Rigid cock grinded at his back.

"The Alpha captain certainly knows how to rock it ay folks?" The announcer said, the roars of people echoing around the tube. "But it's time for Big Willy to take the stage."

Packer launched from the pool of seed “For who?!” 

 The crowd grew concerningly softer, heavy steps replacing them before a shadow cast over the slit. When a heavy thud came from the ceiling, A cock peered its ugly head inside, crowned by a layer of loose skin  that peeled back by the lips. When it pushed into the tube, he fell backwards as the ground slipped beneath him, Rubber grinding against flesh as the cock made its way deeper.

Its mass clogged the lips as it slithered its way into the tube, like a trash compactor as its walls compressed the space inside. He clinged to the walls, looking for gaps to cushion its blow, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to run as its girth flattened the folds beneath its meat.

He placed his palm along the bulky head, his sandals sliding off as his toes glided against the floor. When it crashed at the bottom, he wheezed as straps snapped on the outside, the skin unraveling over his head to bring him into its frowsty embrace. The space beneath the cock’s hood was like a blanket, warmth filling his face as the shroomed head coated with slime, tucking beneath his chin as the skin morphed around his  neck.

It was there, the pounds began. The sound was softer compared to the fleshlight, Squelches shrouding them while claps echoed through his ears. His stomach compressed upon the cock head’s weight, tenderized by its beating thrusts in efforts to satisfy its owner. The skin climbed higher over him, the thick meat pounding him into a flesh pocket as it wrapped around him.

"Look at him go folks, Big Willy's giving it his all in this competition. And it's only a matter of time before this volcano blows." The announcer said.

The grinds increased at a startling rate, Hinges creaking from the corners of the fleshlights as they withstood Big Willy's wrath. In a matter of moments, he felt butterflies in his  stomach when a hard snap muffled outside, his prison smothering him into the clammy skin as they used his head  like a Q-tip. His stomach continued to toss around, the pressure of the head not helping in the matter as it nudged against him. But it seemed to have grown worse, when a moan came from the outside. The skin surrounding him yanked off, the head retreating to the middle of the fleshlight. 

It hovered over like a dark eclipse, the slit sputtering as if it were about to speak. A wad shot from its lips, striking the walls before it smothered the folds in a waterfall of seed. Its flow grew, sending the cum around the chamber as he swirled to the very top. As it floated him  toward the shaft, he clinged to the loose skin for leverage, fighting against the current that threatened to take him under. It soon settled when heavy grunts ceased outside, bubbles coming from a gap in the opening  as cheers roared outside.

"What a wonderful display of dominance, Willy still holds the championship for the fourth year in a row. Just look at that smile on his face."

He clinged to the skin, weakly crawling into the pocket as his body slipped against it. When he thought he finally had a hold against it, the head dropped into the sea of seed. Granting him shelter beneath the skin, but not without sending the seed to Packer’s shoulders. As it crashed at the bottom of the fleshlight, it sat upon his legs as giant steps boomed around.

“Hey! Can anyone hear me! Let me out of here!”

**********************************************

Outside, The party dispersed from the event table to the surrounding activities, Big willy guiding himself through the crowds of people to the drink tables along the walls. He heard cheering from the left of him, cheerleaders palming a chant in his triumph as he swigged at his drink. An admirable reward he must say, it was nice to have praise for such a normal feat. But it didn't compare to the tightness that surrounded his manhood, the shaft hanging from his cock by the fleshlight. This was what he was proud of, the fullness surrounding his cock, the collection of his own seed mixed with others. It was a true sign of his champion title, and so he wore it with pride. Fondling over the milky liquid dripping into his pants, he couldn’t help but focus on the feeling inside. It was like being sucked by a really hot girl, but something tingly added to the sensation, like a tongue lapping at his skin. He didn't know what it was, but it felt good. He dropped the fleshlight to let it bob at his pants, taking another glass as he enjoyed the frat party.

#musk #unaware

[sashketter]

Passing Stars (Chapter 1)

Summary: Din Djarin meets Omega.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Mild violence (blaster bolts, two implied deaths)

Notes: This takes place after The Book of Boba Fett and maybe before season 3 of The Mandalorian, I haven’t decided yet. I've actually had this idea since season 1 of The Bad Batch, wrote it all out last year when TBB and Mando overlapped for a month, and then forgot about it 💀 Now that TBB is ending, I wanted their story to continue. For ease of convenience, I’m ignoring Favroni's weird naming convention and keeping Din as his first name.

Din couldn’t believe it. For years, he had evaded stormtroopers, warlords, gangsters, and smugglers, carefully plotting his movements through the galaxy to minimize his chances of capture and complications. Whenever he found himself in a dog fight, shields down and cannons hot, he always found escape. This band of pirates, however, were unfamiliar to him. With the New Republic preoccupied with the Core and Mid Worlds, the Outer Rim remained the lawless frontier it had always been.

Din had stopped on a small planet to refuel the N-1 on his way back to Nevarro. The kid played in the grass while he looked over the ship, noting damage that could be handled later at better facilities. No point wasting more credits here, Din thought. Satisfied, he had knelt down to pick up Grogu when he felt something hard hit the base of his head, and everything went black.

He woke up sitting in a chair with his wrists tied together behind his back. Cool air met the ache in his jaw, and a chill ran throughout his body. He was in his flight suit, stripped of his helmet and armor. Anger and indignity flared on the edges of his hazy consciousness, but was soon replaced by sharp fear: Grogu was nowhere in sight.

With his heart beating in his ears, Din looked around the dingy room. He could make out a mix of Trandoshans and Weequays along the opposite wall, palming his Beskar like ancient artifacts, no doubt as rare and valuable as kyber crystals. He saw a door on the far side of the room just as a fist connected with his left temple. He was jerked to his feet, heavy as his battered head, towards the door and down a narrow corridor. Hyperspace flickered outside the portside windows.

“Put him in the brig with the girl,” a voice behind him said to the one holding his handcuffs.

“Together?” Din didn’t appreciate his captor’s tone.

“No, you karking scughole.” A muffled punch mingled with the sound of the lift doors opening. “In an empty one.”

Din was surprised by the size of the brig. Ship’s not big, he calculated. The edges of his vision were still blurry, but he could make out at least eight cells descending from a long, central platform, four on each side. The third on the right glowed red. When they stopped in front of it, he peered through the ray shield while his captor, one hand on his wrists, opened the opposing cell.

“Got company for ya, doll.” The pirate turned around and saw no one through the ray shield. “What?”

Shoved down five short steps to the floor of his cell, Din landed on his side, too sore and dazed to get up and see the pirate hurry to the other cell. He heard the opposing ray shield open as his closed. A few seconds of silence followed before sounds of a scuffle echoed across the platform. Din heard grunts and sharp blows land before the distinct sound of a neck snapping. He got to his feet, arms fused to his sides. He didn’t think to call out, still unused to the prolonged feel of air on his face and injuries.

Looking up through the flickering entrance of his cell, he saw a small shadow emerge on the platform. He couldn’t see her eyes grow wide with the discovery of another prisoner. She hurried to the panel next to his door and opened the ray shield.

“Are you alright,” she asked as he stood motionless at the bottom of the steps. “Are you hurt?”

She noticed his arms before he could answer. Her mouth opened and her right index finger shot up before she disappeared from view. As she made her way back down into her cell, Din tiptoed out of his. They reached the platform at the same time.

“Turn around,” she said, flashing the keys to his cuffs in her palm. The pirate’s blaster was tucked under her arm. He turned reluctantly, wary of being unarmed.

“You’re not hurt,” she pressed, concerned by his silence.

Din fumbled for words but finally coughed, “N-no, I’m fine.” He felt air on his wrists. “Thank you.”

“Good,” she said as he turned to face her. “I’m Meg.”

He hesitated, surprised by her friendliness. “Din.”

He looked down at her. Blonde hair curtained brown eyes where it wasn’t pulled back in a long braid that fell over her left shoulder. She was slight, yet strong and capable enough to overpower a Trandoshan alone. How’d they manage to knock her out, Din wondered. She also wore a flight suit, black and frayed at the hems.

She nodded. “I take it you didn’t come like this,” she asked. She held the blaster in both hands and motioned for him to follow her down the platform. On the wall past the empty cells was a panel with a monitor.

“Can you shoot,” she asked, grabbing the barrel of the blaster and pointing the handle towards Din. He stared at her a beat too long - she trusts too easily - before taking it and positioning his back to the wall.

With one hand on the wall next to the monitor, Meg started tapping on the panel’s keys, looking for schematics of the ship.

“They took my armor,” Din confessed. “And my child.”

“They separated you?” Meg’s fingers came off the panel briefly as her eyebrows scrunched and her head turned halfway towards Din. “That’s odd.” She shook her head and returned to the panel.

“There,” she said after a moment, pointing to the command deck on a map of the ship. Din turned to look at the monitor. “Looks like they’re holding your kid on the bridge. And your armor,” she moved her finger in an L shape over two corridors, “should be there with mine.”

Before he could ask, a blaster bolt sparked across the left corner of the monitor. Din and Meg ducked and turned around to face three pirates stumbling through closing doors. Din sent a bolt through the chest of one, the bottle of nog in his hand flying and spilling on the walls.

~~~

Din dressed quickly. Nothing was missing or out of place, all whistling birds accounted for. They had no idea what they had, he mused. He checked his scanner and found the N-1 onboard.

“Did you come with a ship,” he yelled at the wall. He had his back to Meg who was hidden behind two rows of crates.

“Yes,” she offered breathlessly. “But I’m not going anywhere without my droid.”

Din scoffed quietly, but swallowed his scorn. “Is it that important?” He holstered his blaster and wondered if they should part ways now.

“You have no idea,” Meg said. “But we’ll get your kid first.”

Din started to turn in her direction but stopped, respectful of her privacy as she continued to dress. I guess I can trust her, he concluded. “Thank you.”

Before he could put his helmet on, he heard Meg exclaim, “You’re a Mandalorian! Haven’t seen one of you in awhile.”

He turned around to face her. She stood in the middle of the room with her helmet tucked under her left arm, its front painted to look like a skull. It and the rest of her armor was weathered black with red and white markings. Is she older than she looks, Din wondered. Her armor was clearly old. And it was familiar, even similar to his. A kama. Is she…

“Interesting armor,” he said as he put his helmet on and walked past her to the door. No time for questions.

“Not as shiny as yours,” she chuckled before putting her helmet on, too. She followed close behind, vibroblade in one hand and blaster in the other.

These pirates seemed uninterested in strategy. The route to the bridge was unguarded. The few that crossed Din and Meg’s path seemed to have more stumbled in their direction than intentionally sought them out.

“Why are you stunning them,” Din growled as he clotheslined one pirate while shooting another. They don’t deserve mercy.

Meg was handling her own pair a few steps ahead. “I don’t want to hurt them!”

When they reached the bridge, they found the doors jammed.

“Cover me,” Meg instructed. Shuffling behind Din, she punched the air with her left arm and unsheathed a scomp link under her vambrance. She plugged in and maneuvered through the ship’s protocols until she unlocked the command deck doors.

They walked onto an empty bridge. Din and Meg’s helmets turned slightly towards each other, confusion suffusing the air. Ahead, they could see the ship was still in hyperspace. On the right, Grogu was perched on a control panel, eyes and ears downcast. As he looked up at the sound of footsteps, he squealed and put his arms up. Din rushed over.

“You alright, kid,” Din asked, picking Grogu up. It was Din’s turn to examine something priceless in his hands.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the reunion on her right, Meg rushed to a table on the left where a droid had been taken apart, its head and arms separated from its torso. Wires connected the head to a monitor where lines of code and information appeared and quickly crawled up the screen.

“Oh, AZ, what did they do to you,” Meg sighed. She cradled his head in her hands, and his eyes flickered on slowly.

“O-O-O-Omega?” His voice ascended quickly to its usual register.

“I’m here.” She seemed to take a moment of silence before remembering where she was. “It’s alright, I can fix you” she said, putting his head down and starting to unplug wires. “We’ve been through worse.”

A short minute passed before AZ’s eyes were fully lit. “L-l-l-l-look who-who-who else is he-he-he-here.”

Meg turned around and saw Din with a small, green creature in his hands. Her mouth opened but couldn’t find words. She hurried her helmet off and onto the table. Grogu saw her face and jumped out of Din’s hands, squealing and scurrying across the floor as quickly as his little body could take him. She covered the remaining distance and met him in the open expanse of the bridge, scooping him up in her arms and squeezing him to her chest, her chin on his fuzzy head. Grogu cooed excitedly, happily.

“What are you- How-?” She still couldn’t find words. She pulled him away to smile down at him. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

Din’s left foot came forward as his right hand jerked towards his blaster. They were smiling and laughing, momentarily forgetting him. He lowered his hand.

“You know each other,” he interrupted, more curious than cautious now.

Meg looked up. Delight dropped to disbelief as she eyed the Mandalorian, her face betraying her suspicion. “You said ‘your child’…”

Before Din could explain, Meg cradled Grogu in her left arm and aimed her blaster at Din’s T visor. The bolt whizzed past his helmet and sparked against the monitors behind him. His arms went up in surrender. Surprised, Meg looked down at Grogu. Recovering quickly from deflecting her shot, he motioned downward with his right hand and Forced Meg’s blaster out of her grip and onto the floor. Din lowered his arms and met her glare.

Without warning, the ship lurched forward and dropped out of hyperspace. The flickering lights through the viewport gave way to a golden haze from a yellow star far too bright to be at a safe distance. Before Din could register the panel behind Meg light up with each ejected escape pod, the proximity alert rang. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

#star wars #the mandalorian #the bad batch #din djarin #tbb omega #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #the bad batch fanfiction #* #fic

[cumikering]

University Gaz x reader

2.5k | fluff, comfort

Stuck in a lift with Kyle

Another submission to Gazfest by @glitterypirateduck. Thanks again for coming up with this. It’s been fantastic!

It was too late when you realised you’d left your phone upstairs. You groaned as you got off the next floor, shifting your weight as you waited for another lift heading back up.

The lift dinged soon after. You stepped in, not even bothering to look at the only other person in it. You pressed number nine and folded your arms again.

It took you a few seconds to register the delicious aroma swirling in the small lift, reminding you again of your empty stomach. Was it chow mien? Pork stir fry? Perhaps orange chicken?

When was the last time you ate?

You couldn’t help but look up. The bloke wore a hoodie and a Union Jack baseball cap. He had a faint smile on his face, seemingly looking forward to his dinner as he watched the floor number ascend on the display. He must have been your age, probably one of the students of the university nearby. Irrational envy crept up on you, the innocent bag felt like a flex on your hunger.

You barely noticed the first jerk or the second, before the lift completely stopped dead in its tracks with a screech. It all happened too fast. Your head whipped to him, eyes wide. His equally stunned face was the last thing you saw before the lift went pitch black.

“Aw, shit,” he said.

I know. You let out a heavy sigh. The day couldn’t get any worse. “Sorry, have you got your phone? Let’s try calling for help.”

He huffed. “I left it because I went to get dinner just down the street.”

You couldn’t believe it. “Just my luck! Mine was charging and I forgot about it. I was heading up to get it.”

“Oi!” he banged on the doors. “Help! We’re stuck!”

You followed suit. “Hello! Help!”

The both of you pounded on the doors for a few moments but there was no response. There was not even chatter or footsteps.

You turned to him even that it didn’t matter. “Do you think maybe we’re stuck between floors? I know it’s kind of late, but there’s got to be someone, right?”

“Okay, not a problem, not a problem.” There was a thud and plastic rustling, like he lied the takeaway down on the floor. He clicked his tongue. “Eh, we can try the emergency button.”

“You know which one?” you asked incredulously. You could see absolutely nothing.

The bloke chuckled. “Well, no, but I’m going to try anyway.”

You extended your arms, taking tentative steps towards the panel of buttons. You counted the buttons and his fingers brushed over yours, making you jump.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “Uh, there are 2 columns, 8 rows.”

“Okay.” You stepped back.

“I’m so embarrassed to admit I don’t even remember which button is which even that I live here.” He laughed, more to himself as he pressed the buttons.

“I don’t live here, but as far as I know, the floor buttons are above and everything else is towards the bottom. Unless your building is fancy, in which case this shouldn’t even be happening!"

“Geez, love, you alright? It’s not like I’m having the time of my life here either.”

You took a second to breathe. “I’m so sorry. It’s not you. It’s been a very long day. I was hoping to get home in 15 minutes but here I am.”

“Let’s hope for the best. I’ve pressed every button.”

“I’ll do it again, for good measure.” You trailed your fingers over the buttons.

He chuckled. “You know how you can undo the floors if you press twice? What if you did that?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the case for emergency buttons.” You smiled.

“Alright. Well, the building’s not too big, someone’s bound to notice soon enough if a lift is stuck. I’m just going to sit and wait.” There was more rustling. “I’m Kyle by the way.”

You shifted your weight. “Hi.”

“So what were you up to? Partying with friends?”

I wish. You paused. “You really want to know?”

“Well, I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“Last chance to back out.” You chuckled. “You’re trapped with me. If I don’t stop talking, it will make your life harder.”

“I’ll take my chances.” You heard the smile in his voice.

You weren’t going to see him again and you could use the listening ear. There was nothing to lose.

You exhaled, sitting down across him. “Life royally sucks the past week. Things keep going wrong.”

“You can tell me all about it if you want. Hey, do you mind if I eat meanwhile? I’m starving, might as well have my dinner while it’s still warm.”

You swallowed, reminded once more of how hunger was searing your stomach. “Sure.”

“Lucky I got fried rice. Using chopsticks in the dark would be the death of me.” There was more rustling before he chewed quietly.

“So I went to the supermarket last week. The whole affair was supposed to be pleasant and uneventful, just a weekly trip to stock up the fridge. I locked my bike up in the usual spot near the door.”

He gave you an enthusiastic hum.

“20 minutes later or so, I strutted out, extra pleased with the 2 tubs of ice cream I got on sale. They were my faves too, caramel pecan and strawberry cheesecake. But lo and behold, my bike was gone.”

“Oof.” The grunt came deep from his chest. He was too invested. “And then?”

“The bloody rack was unbolted! It lifted up clean off the ground. My bike wasn’t even a very nice one! I even taped up the seat to make it look as ugly as possible.”

“Did you manage to get a new one at least?”

“Not yet. I’ve been trying to get extra money for it, so I’m tutoring this bloke from class. We agreed on the pay blablabla, so I came and taught him a few days ago. He said he didn’t have enough, but will pay today – fine.” You straightened up, anger boiling over again. “Guess what! I was just there, taught his daft arse for 3 hours, all the while he kept getting distracted by the game on his PC. And at the end of it all, he said his parents haven’t sent him his allowance yet!”

“Whoa, what a right arsehole! He needs a knuckle sandwich delivered straight to his door.”

“He lives at 908, name’s Saybastian - spelt with ‘ay’. What the hell kind of name is that even?”

“Oh, I know him. He drives a Rover, yeah? Can’t park for shit.”

You laughed, remembering his mangled rear bumper. “That’s what I’ve heard. But you really think he can’t pay me anything right now? Not even half? Because I know that’s bloody well rubbish.” You huffed. “I was so mad, I walked straight out and forgot my phone. I just... didn’t want to cry in his face.”

The air hung for a moment. “Are you alright?” he asked, suddenly solemn.

“I’m not.” You chuckled to yourself. “Goddamn, I’m not. I haven’t had anything since lunch. I only packed a sandwich for today, and Saybastian told me last minute he wanted me to teach after class. I don’t have the budget to buy food outside because transport has been mad expensive without my bike, and-“ you sniffled. “I was just really looking forward to getting paid today.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you- Do you want to have some of this?”

You wiped your tear away. “That’s awfully kind of you, but no, thanks.”

“I know some people don’t like sharing food, but if you’d told me five minutes ago, I’d have let you have it.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“I mean it. I’m not that hungry anyway.”

Liar. You chuckled, and before you knew it, you started crying.

He sat there in silence. It was too late to turn back now – you’d warned him too. Your shame was out the window.

“I feel so silly-“ you hiccupped. “For being so upset about this. It’s not the end of the world, but I’m exhausted. And I-“ You wiped at your face.

“Would you like a hug?”

You paused at the question.

“Sounds like you could use one.”

“I think I could, yeah,” you admitted.

“Here, I’m holding my hand out.”

You scooted over, your hand ran along the soft sleeve of his hoodie before he pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a small squeal at the swiftness. You wouldn’t have guessed how muscular he was under his baggy clothes, but he was so warm and his arms strong as he surrounded you.

He loosened up, but still held you. “We’ve all been there. Sometimes things add up and overwhelm you. Just because they’re not a problem to others, doesn’t mean your feelings aren’t valid.”

You thought back to the people you thought were your friends, how they brushed off your issues, homesickness among others, and here Kyle was, comforting you instead. You never expected to find so much compassion in a total stranger. It was embarrassing how many tears you shed again.

“There, there. Let it all out.” He patted your back.

With him smelling so good, you could have stayed there forever.

“Can you put my hand on your face?”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to stab your eye?”

You laughed through the tears. Your fingers trailed down his arm, taking his hand. His callouses were rough against your cheek.

He wiped your tears away with his knuckle before leaning back onto the wall, an arm holding you to him.

“Thanks, Kyle,” you mumbled, head resting on his shoulder as you curled up against him.

“I’m sorry, I need to ask. Whatever happened to the 2 tubs of ice cream? I hope they didn’t melt completely by the time you got back, because that would be a shame.”

You smiled, appreciating that that while addressing your feelings, he still managed to lighten the mood.

“I got ice from the supermarket and bolted home. I wasn’t about to waste my ice cream. I didn’t know I could run that fast.”

His chest rumbled in laughter under you. “That’s good. At least you still got to enjoy it.”

“I’m definitely having some later. I can’t wait.” Your smile dropped as you remembered. “Ugh, I still need to get my phone back. After this whole ordeal, it feels like a walk of shame. And he’ll be able to tell I’ve been crying, which makes it even more embarrassing.”

“I’ll get it for you. I’ll make him to pay up too.”

“Oh, I’d love that. Please, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to deal with him any-”

“Hello? Is anyone there?” a voice called from outside.

“Yes, hello!” You scrambled to your feet with Kyle following suit.

“Stay calm, love,” he man said. “Are you alone?”

“No, I’ve got a- a friend here with me,” you hesitated on how to address Kyle.

“Alright, I need you to hold on tight. The lift will drop a meter or two to my floor.”

“O- okay.”

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

Kyle stood behind you, surrounding you once more, hands on the railing next to yours. “Ready, love?”

He wasn’t even pressed up against you, but his low voice and the way he breathed into your hair sent shivers down your spine.

“Ready,” you muttered.

“We’re ready!” he called out.

“Okay. One… Two… Three…”

The lift dropped in increments before you saw a beam of light through the seam of the doors.

“Stay away from the doors. I’m going to pry them open.”

When the doors parted, metal clanked on the floor outside. Kyle stepped up to push them open, among two other pairs of hands.

“I got it,” he grunted when you tried to help.

In seconds, the doors opened enough. Kyle stepped aside to let you through. You grabbed your bag off the floor and stepped down and out of the damned lift with him right behind.

The both of you thanked the apologetic technicians before getting on yet another lift. Your heart raced from the adrenaline, eyes still adjusting to the blinding light. Yet you couldn’t stop the smile on your face while you looked at Kyle.

He leaned back onto the wall, chewing on his lower lip to supress a smile. He stared up the display again, his half eaten takeaway in hand. It felt like the night was playing itself over again.

He was beautiful. You couldn’t believe you were in his arms minutes before. You almost wished you could stay in the stuck lift for a while longer so you could remember how safe his arms felt.

“You look fine, by the way, not like you’ve been crying,” Kyle said before knocking at Saybastian’s door.

“Who is it?” he called dryly.

“It’s Gaz. Open up,” he demanded, a stark contrast to the gentle voice he just used with you.

There was frantic shuffling before the door opened in mere seconds. “Oh, Gaz? Is everything alright? Do you want to come in?” he asked with a nervous smile before his eyes landed on you in surprise.

“How much do you owe the bird?”

“Uh…” His gaze shifted between you and him.

“90,” you mumbled.

“Pay up, mate,” he said sternly.

“Right away.” Saybastian disappeared into his flat.

You followed to get your phone in the kitchen with Kyle close behind.

“Here.” He handed Kyle a crisp 100.

“Give it to her, and you better apologise for the trouble.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled to you. “Here’s your pay.”

You almost laughed at the way the gazed at his feet like a child getting told off. Who was Gaz with such a command over this guy?

Kyle turned to him again at the door. “Better not mess with her anymore. Getting dropped from the team won’t look good on paper, yeah?” He gave him a smug smile.

Saybastian chuckled uncomfortably. “I’m sure we could figure out-“ he began, but Kyle already walked away towards the lifts.

“Well, my dinner went cold already.” He gestured at his takeaway. “I think it’s only fitting we grab something else. Fancy a kebab? There’s a good one nearby.”

You smiled at him gratefully. You waited at his door as he grabbed his phone, but he came back with a box of granola bars he insisted you keep in your bag for emergencies. He had way too many to finish, he said.

After the dinner which you thoroughly enjoyed, he offered to walk you home. You took his arm with a shy smile, enjoying his company. It was so easy to talk to him - he was funny without trying to be. It didn’t hurt that he was so handsome with his boyish smile. Your touch lingered, wishing the night didn’t have to end.

“I can’t thank you enough for your help, Kyle.” You turned to him at your door. “Really.”

He flashed you a smile. “I’d love to take you out, and we’ll call it even.”

You beamed at him before he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

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[oseike]

My mental image for Kim Rok Soo

I've seen some art of him and have come to realize the image on the novel cover was supposed to be Earth body, but by the time I saw it I'd already come up with my own opinions on his appearance, so I'm not going to set down my vision either lmao

> KRS grew up initially without proper food so he was likely underweight and didn't grow to his proper size, leading him to have a somewhat malnourished look to him

> This is supported by continued comments about his 20-yo self looking painfully thin

> I gave him bangs at that age mostly because he would have been focused a bit more on looking nice for job reasons, but he still doesn't have the money for nice hair products, so it's still pretty short hair

> Since this is also the body he gets in Central Plains, I decided to show his scammer smile too ahahaha-- How odd that must look to Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk, knowing that on Earth he was incredibly stoic and rarely gave a smile - let alone a big one. I didn't look up proper wuxia outfits so uhhh don't think too hard about the fashion djfjsh

> By age 36 he is healthier with regards to his physique, but a lifetime of being thin would likely mean he still would not be the type to bulk up. Getting large would require concerted bodybuilding effort, which he has no time for, and access to a lot of protein. Even if he had time and resources, it isnt really optimal for his own time management nor his actual needs. KRS is a very practical person, so I see him as someone who would prioritize logical self-sustainment: compact, lean muscle, making it easier on resources to maintain

> He might carry a bigger gun too, but I didn't feel like hanging one on him. It would likely be variable anyway, depending on what kind of monster his team needed to face. I chose to just draw the items he would always carry on him. I think he is also supposed to have a metal panel turned into a shield, which I probably should have drawn but didn't ahaha-

> Thanks to overwork, he generally always looked tired and stoic. I imagine his voice was pretty deadpan unless he speaks of something he has conviction for ("you must eat") or during combat if he has to raise his voice for an urgent command

> This older KRS probably has an electric shaver and just buzzes his hair periodically when it gets long enough. He's not vain, so gorgeous hair isn't a priority. I think to contrast this, the long hair he grows as Cale can be seen as him trying to set down this lifestyle, where his self-maintenance only focused on being combat-ready. It also can be seen as him trying to (pre-emptively) enter his "I am done with work" mentality. Fighting with long hair isn't actually logical, so maybe as he grows it longer, it's like mentally telling himself "it's fine, I'm almost done fighting, soon I can be a slacker" (lol)

#tcf #tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family spoilers #lout of the count's family spoilers #36-yo KRS needs a vacati-wait all ages need a vacation. actually can someone properly retire this man???? #except he himself won't sit down #he doesn't know how to stop i don't think #maybe raon will have to imprison him in the end #raon please do that #oseiart

[sweet-villain]

It's Been Awhile~ Joseph Quinn

Requested? Yes

Author's Note : I had to use this picture because my god when I saw it, I giggled to the max. I know you did too, don't lie.

Anonymous asked:

Hey!! I was wondering if you could do a Joe Quinn x reader where both you and Jamie walk out on stage at fanexpo. And while Finn say hi to Jamie, Joe runs to you before Grace even has the chance to say hello. He also doesnt let you go to your seat, he just holds you with him for a while. You and Joe have always been just a little bit more then friends (you’ve never admitted it to each other, but you both feel it) and you’ve also havent seen each other in a few months due to work, so its just a really cute reunion and you can decide how you end it :)) just a really cute, intimate moment between the reader and Joe! Thank you so much xxx

You were heading to Canada for FanExpo to meet fans and do some panels on a new show you were casted on. You knew that your close friend Joseph would be there, you were so proud of him and his role as Eddie Munson on Stranger Things.

Jamie was traveling with you, he was a good friend of yours and he told you that he needed your opinion on something and then told you to just come with him to FanExpo.

" You look nervous" Jamie mutters turning in his seat, taking off his headphone. He saw that your knee was bouncing and wanted to make sure you were okay.

" Yeah, just nervous to see Joe again. It's been so long since I've last seen him" Jamie waved his hand like "pfft."

" You both will be reunited soon" Jamie smirked knowing full aware that you Joseph were a little closer than friends. Joe had gushed to him about how beautiful, sweet, what a big heart you had and that the spark he felt was there. Joseph ended up telling Jamie he has a huge crush on you and wanted to tell you but he is shy and nervous.

" I know it's just-" Jamie cuts you off with a laugh, " you worry too much, darling. It's just Joseph"

You nod licking your chapped lips and looked out the window at the sky.

Joseph and you would always flirt with each other even through text and phone calls. You'd make him laugh and smile, but you both got busy with work and there were less phone calls, texts, face time calls and flirting.

He would check in on you once in awhile and wishing you the best as he was proud of your work too, he had been watching the show you were on and loving your character.

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You couldn't believe the line you had that so many fans would want to meet you, take pictures with you and gush to you how much they love you.

A little girl was wearing the exact same outfit your character wore and it brought you to almost tears seeing it. She was only ten years old and she gushed how much your character just was helping her be positive in school

" Stay beautiful" you tell her, pocking her nose. Her mom told you how much she appreciates the time and how much her daughter loves you. You appreciate everyone and appreciate the love, feeling overwhelmed.

You knew Joseph was in the same building and your heart felt like it out jump out of your chest.

Some of the fans have asked you if you seen Joseph yet knowing of the friendship you had with him.

" Not yet, I might surprise him with Jamie at the panel with Finn and Grace" you told him but held a finger to your lips not wanting to ruin it.

They beamed with happiness and telling you they couldn't wait to see Joe's reaction.

- " Breathe" Jamie whispered into your ear as your eyes caught on Joe who was sitting on the one of the chair with his foot crossed as he talked into the mic.

" I'm breathing, thank you very much" he laughed shaking his head.

" He's just your close friend, your really good close friend" your eyebrows scrunched at what he meant but before he did, he walked out to the crowd screaming with happiness and you followed right after.

Joe's mouth dropped open at the sight of you, Grace was about to greet you but Joe was bouncing on his feet seeing you after so long. As Finn was saying hi to Jamie, Joe literally jumped almost knocking you over as he hold you.

" I can't believe you're here, sweetheart" he whispers into your ear as he buries his nose into your hair. He had missed you so much. The crowd is going nuts at your reunion, they know how close you two are as friends.

" It's so good to see you" he pulls away from you, taking a hold of your hand and bringing you to the chair but not before Jamie latches onto him as they have their bromance. They do it for the fans that love every minute of their friendship.

" I might have to share you with Y/N" he says into the mic, making everyone laugh. You wave hi to Grace and Finn, settling in your chair.

" Maybe I don't wanna share" you say into the mic, looking at Jamie. Jamie smirks knowing full fact what you mean, " Darling, he's not yours to share"

Your eyes go wide as Jamie says this, slouching in your chair hearing his tease.

" He's kidding, sweetheart" Joseph squeezes your knee as he pulls his chair closer to yours. You stuck your tongue out at Jamie, who puts a hand on his heart as you wounded him.

He keeps his hand there for a bit, squeezing your thigh and keeping his gaze on you.

You were asked about your role in the show you were playing at, and briefly mentioning you were talking to the Duffer brothers which the crowd got insane for.

Finn, Jamie, Grace and Joseph were all shocked hearing the news not really knowing if you'll join the show.

" I can't tell you much, but there is talk" you shrugged, giggling into the mic.

" How does it feel to be reunited with Joseph over here? You two are close friends from what I heard" you nodded.

"We are, but its been a long time since we hung out and did something outside of work. We both got busy and life got in the way, I missed him so much, it's so wonderful to see him after all this time. I'm super proud of him, he deserves the world"

Joseph put his hand on his heart, his little pout coming out as he listens to you before he reaches over taking your hand and kissing on top of it. This catches a wild reaction from the crowd as they gush over the two of you.

" You're such a sweetheart Y/N, thank you for the words and honestly you are a treasure in this world and I'm so glad to have you here, today"

" You both need to kiss already" Jamie says into the mic. All heads turn to him, as your eyes go wide and Joseph's mouth drops hearing his friend.

Finn and Grace giggle together, agreeing with Jamie.

" You both are crushing on each other, you both talk about each other and missing each other when the other isn't around. You both adore each other, so tell each other how you feel and kiss. Stop wasting time"

" Jamie" you gasped. He shrugged, " Just telling the truth, darling"

You look down at your lap feeling your cheeks beet read when a finger lifts up your chin and those brown eyes are looking at you.

" Do you have feelings for me?" He doesn't say this into the mic but to you, he is close enough that you can hear him.

" I do, I was just scared to tell you to lose you"

" Sweetheart, you'll never lose me. Never and I have feelings for you too. I have since the first time you greeted me and pulled me into a hug"

" Kiss, god damit!" Jamie screamed into the mic throwing his hands up.

You stuck your tongue at him and he rolled his eyes.

Joseph got off his chair and cupped your face with both his hands before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours not caring who was watching.

All that mattered was you and him.

You tugged on his shirt pulling him, kissing him as the crowd goes wild.

" Finally!" Jamie says.

#imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #jewls writes #joseph quinn

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting pt 5

Part 1, 2, 3, 4

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter Warnings: implied teen pregnancy, Jensen being a sweetheart, plus sized reader body issues, Things continue to heat up

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. Reader is older-not trying to alienate anyone, but I wanted the reader close to Jensen’s age and with children. This will make more sense in later chapters.

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As you opened your room door you looked at your phone. 6 missed calls from y/f/n and 10 texts. “Oh great, I forgot to call her back last night.” You immediately called her back and as soon as she answered the phone you quickly said “Oh my god, y/f/n I am so sorry I forgot to call you. I was incredibly busy and it slipped my mind.” “Well y/n it better have been a good reason. I’ve been worried sick.” She said. “Did you end up going to karaoke?” “Yes I did, and I sang a song with Jensen. His voice is even more beautiful in person.” “So, y/n tell me everything.” She said with excitement in her voice. You started at the beginning and you told her how it felt like a magnet was pulling you to him. You could hear her giggle as you continued telling her about everything. Well maybe not every single detail, but enough to make her squeal with delight. “So are y’all just fuck buddies or something else?” She said after you finished. “God, y/f/n crude much?!?” “I don’t know what we are right now. I just know when I’m with him I feel safe, loved and protected. I feel like I’ve known him for years. I can’t explain it. Trust me, once I know I’ll let you know.” You told her. After talking for a few minutes you told her you needed to get ready for the panels and photo ops. You both said your goodbyes with you promising to text or call her later.

You changed into your Radio Company t-shirt, grabbed your flannel and finished off your outfit with your comfy shoes. You fixed your hair into a messy bun and put on light makeup. One last look and you were headed out the door passes for the day in hand. The anticipation of the day gave you butterflies. You wondered how Jensen would act towards you and since Jared saw you how would he be towards you.

The first panel was with Jared, Jensen and Misha. You took your seat on the 2nd row on the far right. You were in the first seat and could see the stage clearly. The guys were introduced and took to the stage. Deafening applause and screams filled the room. They sat down on their chairs, of course Jared turned his around. You saw Jensen scanning the crowd looking for you. When he made eye contact with you he smiled. You smiled and bit your lip. He bit his bottom lip and licked his lips. Jared noticed and smiled, tipping his head to you. He leaned over to Misha and whispered something to him that caused him to look your direction and smile. He gave Jensen a playful slap on his arm with a big grin on his face. Jensen blushed a little. You thought he was absolutely adorable with slight pink cheeks.

The panel started with the guys talking and cracking jokes. The crowd was in the palm of their hands. These guys really love their fans and know how to really work the crowd. You hardly took your eyes off Jensen. He was breathtaking and so sweet answering questions about any and everything people asked him. You decided to jump in line to ask a question before Jensen turned back your way. He saw you weren’t in your seat and you saw his face fall a little. The next question came from the other side of the room so Jensen turned to listen and answer the question. Your turn was next. Your heart was racing and you had no idea what you were going to ask, so you decided to wing it.

You took the microphone and when Jensen saw you he started smiling. Jared and Misha both grinned. Jared said hello first followed by Misha and then Jensen. You said “hey guys! My name is y/n it’s really great to meet you three.” Jared said “hello y/n I’m Jared, that’s Misha and the goof down there is Jensen.” You giggle when Jensen whips his head around and said “oh I’m the goofy one?!?” Everyone started laughing. You looked at Jensen and said “um my question is for Jared” giving Jensen and smile a wink while Jared starts laughing and says go on. You ask him “Since he was Deans little brother, if he could pick the perfect girl for Dean what would her personality be and would it be similar to someone he would approve of for Jensen? Why or why not?” Jared said “Well y/n I’m glad you asked that question. Hmm the perfect girl for Dean would be very similar to the perfect girl for Jensen. They would have to be strong willed, loving, family oriented, could cook and put up with his moods .” “So let me ask you something, y/n. Are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?” He asked you wiggling his eyebrows. Jensen spoke up and said “well obviously she’s a Dean girl because she wanted to know about his perfect girl.” He said smiling at you. “You looked between the both of them and smiled then said “Well, actually I’m a Cas girl.” Everyone erupted in laughter. Jared and Misha both jumped up to hug you. Jared grabbed you and pulled you into a hug and whispered “so glad to finally meet you officially.” Misha hugged you and said “I knew I was going to like you.” Jared jumped back on stage and said “best answer ever!” You thanked them and took your seat looking at Jensen and you’re both smirking at each other.

Before the end of the panel one of the staff members came over and tapped you on the shoulder. “Ma’am, Mr Ackles would like you to join them in the green room. If you could please follow me.” You grabbed your stuff and got up to follow her. She took you behind a curtain and into a room with seating, food and drinks. There was also a tv that showed the current panel. A few minutes later the panel was done and the guys were walking off the stage. The next thing you knew the door was opening with Jared, Jensen and Misha walking in. They all greeted you with hello’s and smiles. Jensen walked up to you and took you in his arms. He hugged you and backed away. You leaned in for a kiss and he said “oh I thought you were a Cas girl?” You playfully hit his chest and he softly kissed your lips. “Awwwww” Both Jared and Misha said at the same time. Jensen shot them a smirk and put his arm around you. You all sat around talking and getting to know each other. All the guys showed you recent pictures of their kids and they talked about how fast they were growing. You showed pictures of your kids and talked about how they have both grown up too fast. Your oldest is in their 20s and your youngest is almost 18. Everyone looked at you and said there was no way you had a kid in their 20s. You laughed and said “I started early.” Jensen sat staring at you and you were worried you just blew it with him. Yes he has kids, but they weren’t teenagers yet. You kinda held your breath until Jared and Misha got up to leave and told Jensen and you they would give y’all a few minutes alone before Jensen was due for his next thing.

When the door closed you looked at Jensen who was still staring at you. He whispered to you “I kinda like the idea of a MILF.” He growled in your ear and you were on each other like a couple of teenagers. You were panting and hands roaming over each other. Deep passionate kisses and Jensen leaving love bites down your neck. His lips were intoxicating and his touch was electric. You knew you couldn’t get too hot and heavy but damn did your body crave him. Between kissing and heavy petting you told him he needed to get ready for the next thing. You didn’t want him to be late. He kept kissing you and finally pulled himself away. “You know I just realized I don’t have your number.” Jensen said with a chuckle. You smiled and gave him your number then said “well I think we had more pressing things on our minds.” He texted you and you saved his number under “J” just in case someone saw your phone. You didn’t have a clue what this was between you two and you really didn’t know how to explain it yet. Keeping this between you two right now was the best decision for both of you. With one last kiss you both sighed and left the green room. He went to his photo ops and you went to get in line. You were looking forward to getting the pictures done and hopefully seeing Jensen later tonight.

Part 6 soon

#jensen ackles x plus size reader #chance meeting #supernatural convention #jensen ackles smut

[gamersansblog]

Optimus prime bayverse

Warning!: Ass slapping, Choking kink, daddy kink, dirty names, leg humping, Loads of smut, Optimus being a subby little slut

Requested from: CherryTroyble on wattpad

A/n: I am so sorry for the long wait! I had things to do and I was sick

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Optimus moaned quietly moving his hips back and forth on his lovers large thigh. "Look at you~ acting like a slit on my leg" m/n smirked and slapped his hand on Optimus' ass. Optimus gasped and jolted from the pain and pleasure he was getting from his daddy.

"Oh!~" Optimus moaned and his eyes rolled back as he felt slight pressure on his neck. Optimus whimpered as he thrust on m/ns leg faster feeling his climax coming closer. M/n chuckled and leaned back slightly letting go of Optimus neck who whimpered in response not feeling the pressure on his neck.

Optimus gasped feeling his valve panel suddenly open and Optimus looked how seeing m/ns hand there with something he dies not recognize but seeing it vibrate made him excited.

M/n grinned and shoved the toy up his valve making Optimus whimper loud than before, feeling the vibrates in his pussy is making Optimus want to cum right here and now but his daddy didn't want him to cum and if he did he would get a punishment which optimus was eager to break it but went against the idea.

Optimus soon went faster on m/ns leg and his whimpers got louder and then his moans started to come out when the vibrator went faster.

The smell of sex grew thicker and thick by the minute. M/n smirked and slapped his hand on Optimus ass again making him whine then whimper like he did the second time. "Your luck no ones around or else theu would've heard how much a slut you are" m/n smirked before flipping Optimus over with his ass in the air.

Optimus whined from his now lost climax bit he bit his lip when he saw m/n open his panel revealing his spike that looked hard (this made me cring a bit). Optimus gasped when he felt his pussy being rubbed making him moan like a girl a bit. Optimus shook his ass slightly making m/n growl and slam his dick in Optimus' pussy making Optimus scream in pleasure.

'If *hah* they heard you *huf* right now *hah*" m/n grunted slapping his cock in Optimus valve at a fast face while Optimus screamed and arched his back while rolling his eyes back from the pleasure he was getting and the toy still in his valve and at high"

"O!oh da-ddy!!~~~" Optimus screamed holding the bed sheets for dear life as m/n continues to slam his spike in Optimus' valve at a fast pace.

"Omp~~~ CLOSE" optimus screamed feeling his climax coming closer and closer by the second. "*huf* me to baby" m/n said gripping Optimus neck tightly. Optimus eyes rolled back as he was seeing stars as m/n spike hit inside him in every angle so well.

Optimus moaned and bit his lip when optmus continued to slap his ass over and over again while m/n was doing that and fucking his pussy he was rubbing his cumt at a fast past making him almost fall from being weak to his knees.

Optimus soon then screamed and came all over his body and his juices squirting  all over m/n spike. M/n groned feeling Optimus insides clamp around his spike well and that made him cum soon after. Optimus moaned feeling m/n fill him up with his cream.

M/n and Optimus were panting like dogs under the hot sun. Optimus face looked fuck and also looked he was on cloud nine as a finally feel asleep foe the first time in years. M/n smirked and looked at his work and turned off the vibrator and pulled out his spike and vibrator making Optimus whimper from the lost of being filled up.

M/n grinned wider seeing his cum drip out of his lovers valve seeing it was not big enough to hold it.

M/n grabbed a rag next to his bed side and cleaned Optimus up and changed the sheets and cuddled next to him and fell asleep soon after.

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#more smut shit #transformers smut #dom male reader #sub optimus #transformers #male reader #gay #optimus prime #transformers bayverse

[pistolpackinpops]

Ring, Ring!

A Harrysport-esque grooming-as-a-social-activity fic.

And a phone-head study.

Here you are again. Out of the cool nothingness of stasis and back into the maelstrom of a Fazbender diner, complete with a fine mist of blood, mucus, and expired pizza glomming to your exterior as soon as you step inside. You didn't miss it. Well, you didn't hate it, either. Hard to hate what you got quite good at. And, well. 

Managing the pizza joint on the ground usually means you're arbiting fewer lives. Afton Robotics, being the keel of the whole operation, meant you were overseeing or making life-altering decisions daily, most of which is crystal clear in your mind despite the thirty, forty years. You’re relieved to be free of the burden (that of which you will never forget) and reactivated. Managing a pizzeria is as easy as breathing. It’s comfortable in the way wearing full battle rattle is comfortable, in that it is heavy, and choking, and turns you numb, but you’re alive.

Alive, and covered in soda. It’s been a very, very long time since you were last covered in soda. It dries rapidly against your shell and happily congeals to the contours there, in the seams of your rotary dial and the holster of your hand receiver. Preliminary sensors tell you none of it seeped into your interior.

But your stomach turns all the same. You are a rust hazard. 

With practiced ease you reach into one of the desk's larger drawers. Instead of paperwork or office supplies, you are greeted by folded up rags, spray bottles, brushes, and a mirror. You withdraw each one with careful, deft hands; you use the butt of the water bottle to push everything out of the way. The mirror bumps up against the edge of the monitor console. You glance over the grainy footage, letting instinct guide your hands.

The mascot employee has taken the dining area well in hand. Your boss– Mr. Kennedy– is hurrying down the corridor. 

You use the mirror to guide your cleaning. Liquid onto a rag, which you ball up and run across the sticky layer of soda, letting the solution soften it. Music thrums through the wall as one of the monitors becomes awash in color. A concert of some kind. 

(You should really be overseeing operations. You've been through so much worse. Why are your hands shaking?) 

(Reactivation is a blessing. You don't want to die here.)

Who said anything about dying? 

Cleaning fluid starts to run down your front. Yeah, maybe you used too much. It's not like you can FEEL the soda sticking to you. It didn't even penetrate. The door jostles behind you. 

“Heyyy, employee! I saw what happened earlier, are you…?” 

It is Fazbender conduct to refer to subordinates as exclusively ‘employees’. Your boss always says it with a stutter, a nervous gleam in his eye, like he's doing something wrong. You always notice it, like now, but never know what to do with it. He has no reason to be nervous. 

He's not the one slacking off. 

Slowly, you remove the rag from your faceplate. Most of the soda has been lifted. The rubber lining you installed shines wetly in the gaps of your panels. 

Your boss sidles up to your side, orange hands hovering. 

“D'you want any help with that..? I'm surprised none of it got on your suit, honestly. Hey, I can put the soda machine out of order so it doesn't happen again!” Your boss says, voice ramping up with excitement. “Or I can, uhhh-” 

For the love of Foxy, you need to find your voice. 

“Sir,” you say stiltedly. “Are you worried about me?” 

Not. Not what you remotely meant to say.

“Of course I’m worried about you, employee,” he says.

Your boss stands uncomfortably close. Parts of him shine back at you in your little mirror. The lower half of his face. His neck. Scarred in familiar ways, like a reflection of your own skin. The teeth marks of springlocks. 

Tremulously, you switch the damp cloth for a dry one. His great big orange hand encircles your wrist. His eyes– black glowing pits– bear into your rotary dial. 

“Sir,” you growl. “I can handle it.”

“Walter has the fort for a minute. Come on, Harry. This is the least I can do,” Mr. Kennedy urges. “You're falling apart.”

The small fans built into your head kick on. (Gotta cool the modicum of circuitry feeding off your spinal cord, after all). Your skin from the shoulders down turns clammy. You really, truly are not handling yourself well. Rebecca had warned you that there would be– an adjustment period. But fumbling this hard after doing so well? Losing your composure so thoroughly even your boss- whose behavior is conflicting with your programmed protocols– notices? Hearing your maybe-alive-name from a Stranger?

Unforgivable.

You try to tug out of his grip. His fingers tighten. You’d look, but your optical array doesn’t point down in that particular angle.

“You can– clean the receiver. Watch the speakers. What do you mean, the least you can do?” You say, deciding to acquiesce.

Mr. Kennedy breaks out into a smile, showing off his missing teeth. He frees your wrist, but his palm glides across yours until the rag is firmly in his grasp. Not yours.

“I left you hanging all month.”

“You're the owner. You have your own affairs, such as… dragging in lawsuit-generating robots and gremlins. It is nothing short of a miracle we've gotten this far at all, you know. Your eye for restaurant cohesion is awful,” you say in a rush. 

Mr. Kennedy laughs. It should be a deeper, richer sound than it is, considering his stature. The faux nose crammed inside your head picks up the faint waft of rot as he suddenly leans into your space, one hand rising to grip the foot of your shell. He uses the other to mop up your base panel where fluid has been collecting. 

It is extremely forward. It is also strange to be on the receiving end of this kind of attention. Even at the height of Freddy's empire, you were held apart, distanced from Phone-men social rituals. Rebecca had changed this somewhat, but the novelty… 

“Sure, so let me make it up to you. You've been doing great work. I appreciate it,” Mr. Kennedy says, steady as ever. 

He avoids your rotary dial while carefully wiping away the tracks of soda. You stare up at him, hoping he does not pick up on the faint stream of noise eschewing from your sound system. Such high praise, and for what? 

“You called me Harry,” you state inanely. “Why?” 

Here, Mr. Kennedy falters. His easy-going grin shrinks and the corners of his eyes crinkle, demeanor momentarily dimmed. He visibly mulls something over, tongue poking out between his bright orange lips. 

You fold your mirror down and swivel the chair to face him directly. He shrinks back slightly.

“I talked to uh, Scottie. Rebecca,” he confesses. “She told me some things.”

“I see.”

And you do. It makes sense. Rebecca probably divulged the information out of a wicked sense of duty. Phone-heads stick together and this tangerine man isn’t overtly dangerous. Wordlessly, you pluck one of the long-handled brushes into your fingers and offer it to Mr. Kennedy. It has a curved end and a soft cloth-like topper. Good for following the contours of your shell and less irritating than a bristle brush. You’re not sure how much instruction to give your boss. On one hand, he is your superior. On the other…

He’s no Scott.

But he isn’t human, either, so maybe it cancels out.

“One of us should really be back on the floor,” you say suddenly. “Truly, sir, this is as spick and span as it gets for me on a Friday.” 

The fuss is unnecessary. Your composure is starting to return to you like a tide coming back to shore. You can deal with your sugar-crusted receiver. You can handle the cacophony of children, parents, and barking doggos. The worst of it has passed.

Mr. Kennedy grips the corner of your head and starts lightly tracing your panel gaps with the brush. 

“Sir, use a bit more force!” You warble out, modem feedback leaching into your output.

“I don’t want to poke your brains out!” Mr. Kennedy sputters. “Jesus. Hey, does this, uhhh-”

He drags the tool clumsily through, but there’s firm contact between the cloth, plastic, and rubber, so your sensors stop freaking out. Still, the entire lower half of your body is breaking out into gooseflesh, too aware of his proximity.

You remember, suddenly and vividly, your boss going for his zipper at the slightest provocation.

“Do not finish that sentence,” you hiss. “You can’t– don’t worry about that.”

He laughs, a low, deep bark of surprise. Then he tilts your head up, letting the light shine directly into your optics, his own eyes screwing up in concentration. Desperately, you wonder how well he can actually see with eyes that don’t appear to actually exist.

“I think I got it all,” Mr. Kennedy says. “Now, that handset of yours… Can I touch it?”

He did “get it all.” And the effect has been nothing but calming. You aren’t so dense as to not know why. Fear does funny things. Elevated emotions get lost in translation with your current configuration. Higher-ups do not usually– do whatever this is. It can’t hurt to let him finish the job, you suppose. After all, it was your original condition.

“Do you have to say it like that, sir? Here,” you say, handing him the piece. 

A part of you braces for him to grab at your rotary. That is the normal sequence of events. But he doesn’t. Your handset lays limp in the palm of his hand, the black coil shining starkly against the hue of his skin. If he listens closely, he’ll be able to hear the faintest sounds of your breathing.

“So, like, how do you receive calls? Do you have to be hooked into the wall?”

“No. We’re not equipped to handle the signals coming from a direct POTS line. It’s wireless.”

It’s not something you’ve ever had to explain before. Most people never cared, or gave it much thought, and you always took your calls in private. Not all Scotts did that, of course. You’ve been told you’re more reticent than you maybe should be. 

“Really? That’s pretty modern, isn’t it?” Mr. Kennedy prompts, eyebrows lifting high, even as he’s otherwise occupied.

He is quite deft with his fingers when he wants to be, apparently. He’s scrubbing at a stuck piece of residue in the curvature of your receiver. You didn’t realize he’d gotten so far in– cleaning.

“Afton Robotics is– was– quite the… establishment,” you say flatly.

“That it is,” he sighs. “That it was. There! All clean.”

Something in Mr. Kennedy’s face shifts and you unknowingly brace yourself for impact. He smashes your handset back into place with the same fervor of a slam dunk, irises blazing in their sockets. You grab the sides of your shell, unable to muffle the cacophony of ringing and shrieking filtering from your speaker.

“Why the h-heck did you do that?!” You cry out. The base of your neck smarts from the force.

To his credit, Mr. Kennedy quickly seems to gather himself, looking down on you with abject horror. Like he hadn’t meant to do that to you at all–

“I’m so, so, sorry– I was just thinking how much I’ve always wanted to do it, and then I did, I forgot– did that hurt?” Mr. Kennedy stammers.

“No- no worse than a Foxy bite!” You choke out, deciding to eke out a shaky thumbs up. “Just… don’t do that again. Please. Sir.”

Dully, you realize you’re still ringing. You cut the noise quickly and, as smooth as you can, rise to your feet. Briefly, you reach around for your cane, but you must have left it in the dining area after the– initial incident. 

Right.

“I… Thank you for the help, sir,” you say, drawing yourself to full height. “I truly do not deserve it. Now, I really should be going back out there. See you on the Flipside!”

“...Of course, employee. Anytime–”

But you’re ducking out of the door before Mr. Kennedy can finish. You ignore his silent pleading look and refuse to check if he’s following you back out or not.

#harrysport #dsaf #dsaf harry #jack kennedy #dsaf old sport #beige writes #ill crosspost to my actual blog and ao3 soon