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Could I get 3: Accidental groping or 5: Fake out make out with Cassian Andor?

dont ask abt how bad i want this to be me rn

You weren’t thinking straight when Cassian pulled you into a spare room at this brothel on Correllia. All you were thinking of was the intel and escape. Anything to make that happen. It wasn’t long after the data was secured that storm troopers were invading the building. Clearly, someone had triggered some kind of alarm, and as people not participating in the activities of the building, you stuck out like a sore thumb. You’d be arrested for sure, or as Cassian always jokes, you’d take each other out before you could let that happen.

You’re still not thinking straight when Cassian pushes you further into the room, tugging off your jacket and throwing it to the side as you bounce onto the bed in front of him. The door is shut, but none of the doors in this place lock, so you have to just hope the troopers respect privacy while clearly searching for you.

You’re definitely not thinking straight when Cassian whispers a little “sorry” before capturing your lips with his own and lowering himself down on top of you on the bed. Your mind is swimming as you kiss back immediately, all lips and tongue and teeth and Cassian groans into your mouth. The kiss is deep, with Cassian taking the lead and moving his tongue deeper as his hands plant themselves on either side of your head.

You’re not thinking when your hands come up around his waist, pulling him in closer, flush against you. Maybe its because he smells good, or maybe its because you hear hurried footsteps outside the door.

Theres a knock at the door, and Cassian reaches down to grab your leg, hooking it around his hip. You moan, but you’re not sure if you meant to.

The door opens, and his hand slides down your thigh.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” a slightly modified voice interrupts your kiss, and Cassian only rips his mouth from yours long enough to shout.

“Get out!” his voice is hoarse, husky, and you can feel heat flooding you. He turns back to you the second the door slides closed again, and his hand slips farther.

The second his hand connects with the curve of your ass however, he freezes.

And now you’re thinking straight. He looks cute like this, flustered and blushing, wide eyed and looking down at you

“I-I’m sorr-“ but you cut him off before he can apologize.

“Don’t be.”

And as you pull him back in for another kiss, he squeezes your ass, hard. On purpose this time.

I need a quote for my yearbook, please help!

8-9 words, preferably short words because there isn't much space. No swear words, science gags excepted but can't be inappropriate because the teacher putting the book together is a science teacher.

live laugh lasagna

He’s using the force..?

Oscar Isaac is so pretty bro I’m cryinggg

:/

“my child is fine” your child wants to marry multiple fictional characters

Sweetheart | Kaz Brekker

Summary: Kaz’s reaction to you calling him “sweetheart”

Warnings: Just fluff!! I’m in a big Kaz mood, Freddy fucking Carter has once again grabbed me in a chokehold and I fear I won’t be getting out of it anytime soon. This one has actually been in my drafts for a while, I just never posted it until now. Enjoy <3

Kaz Brekker had many different names that others referred to him as. Dirtyhands. Bastard of the barrel. Demjin... but no one had ever called a sweetheart.

Not how you just had. That was a first, but- he didn’t quite mind it. Though, he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a shock to hear.

Endearing names were never used on him. There was never any reason for them to be. He was Kaz Brekker, the boy who did whatever it took to get a job done, and he relished in the fear that that struck in others.

However that didn’t stop you from deeming him a sweetheart. Your sweetheart.

Sure, he may be notorious for many of the wrong kinds of things, and have a list of cruel aliases, but underneath the hard and cold exterior he relied on for his job and survival, Kaz Brekker would always be your sweetheart at the end of the day.

You just never intended to say it out loud. You thought it to yourself in your head countless times, among other endearing pet names, but you didn’t dare breathe them to life. Until now, your brain and mouth had both failed you, and the words came tumbling out before you could stop yourself.

You knew you made a mistake the second you spoke. You wanted to take it back, unsay it... but it was too late. You had said it, and though it was soft and quiet, he had heard you clear as day.

He stood there, at his desk, but unlike how he had been rustling with paperwork before and chatting to you about the next job he had lined up, Kaz was still.

He looked almost frozen, but you could see the cogs in his brain turning at rapid pace, it just didn’t seem like he had figured out anything to say, Kaz remained silent, and so did you.

It went on like that for moments more, just Kaz and yourself, standing in his office in bleak quiet, both of you seemed to be unsure of talking.

However it couldn’t go on like that forever. One of you needed to speak up, and you decided it would be you. After all, this happened because of your slip up.

With a shaky breath, you turned towards Kaz fully, so you could look at him properly. Perhaps you should apologize for causing him any discomfort and pretend it didn’t happen, promise you wouldn’t say it again.

But before you could even utter a sentence, Kaz interrupted you. He held a gloved hand up to silent whatever words you were about to speak, his way of telling you he wanted fo speak first.

You immediately shut your mouth, and nodded at him, your silent way of telling him to go on.

He took a deep breathe. and you prepared yourself for whatever harsh words he was about fo throw your way like daggers.

Maybe he’d threaten you and say if you ever called him that again he’d kill you. There were so many ways he could do it and be able to get away with it. It’d be easy for him to get rid of you himself or have someone else do it for him like Inej-

“Say it again.” He said, snapping you out of your dark thoughts. Your anxious nerves deflated, now it was your turn to be shocked. “What?” you said slowly.

Kaz just looked at you incredulously, motioning one of his gloved hands towards you in a wave like movement, as a means to get you to speak. “I said say it again.” The tone in his voice was serious, but there was a lightness to it.

“S-say what again?” you muttered dumbly. Saints you sounded so stupid. You knew what he was talking about, but you were nervous to say it again, even if he was asking. Which, why was he asking exactly? Did he just want to hear a confirmation of what he thought he might’ve heard so when you say it, he can fire you or worse...

Kaz’s shocked nature from before had vanished completely and was now replaced with... a certain cheekiness you couldn’t quite understand where it came from. He was now fully facing you, leaning against his desk, arms crossed over his chest as he stared you down from the other side of the room.

“Well,” he tutted. “Go on, let me hear you say it again. I want to make sure I heard you correctly.” Kaz demanded once more, and despite him trying to play his role as the bastard of the barrel, you saw his slightly rosie cheeks.

And that’s when you realized something.

He wasn’t just trying to rial you up and embarrass you over the slip up, nor did he seem angry.

No, he wanted to hear you say it again because... he liked it. By Saints, he liked it!

You smiled to yourself in your head about that, before you straightened your shoulders and tried your best to look confident. Then, you strolled up to where Kaz was sitting on the edge of his desk, and you stood just close enough that you were almost between his legs.

You smiled softly at him as you leaned closer, but careful not to touch him. Your face and his were only a couple inches a way, his warm breathe ticked your ear. Signing softly you look into his eyes with your doe like ones and much louder and more meaningful this time, you hummed the petname.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you, sweetheart.”

Since the proximity between you two was so close, you could see every detail of his reaction much better now. The way his eyes dilated slightly, the pink in his cheeks grew slightly, the corners of his lips upturned for a split second.

Yeah, it was safe to say he liked being called a sweetheart. Just as long as it was you who said it.

Sweet Escape (Poe Dameron x Reader) - Masterpost

Being a Resistance newbie was always going to have its challenges, but you’d never expected them in the form of Poe Dameron; Black Leader, heart-throb of the fucking Resistance; being your bunkmate from day one. You realise he isn’t someone you want to indulge in early on, but the more you treat him coldly, the more he latches onto you.

Warnings: Eventual smut, swearing, mentions of sex, violence and death

Tags: Ongoing, Enemies to friends to lovers, a mixture of comedy, fluff, angst and the good stuff. Full of comedic sexual tension. Resistance OC’s and Force Sensitive!Reader

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen | More to come…

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[x] IMAGINE STEALING KAZ'S CLOTHES AND HE PRETENDS NOT TO NOTICE.

requested by anon

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It had begun when you had been alone at Kaz's office and felt cold. You had been feeling lazy, so you had thought to borrow Kaz's shirt this one time. But you had ended up stealing that shirt. And a few more pieces of clothing after that.

You couldn't help it, you just found so much comfort from his clothes. And especially if they had a faint scent of him. You didn't put his shirt on every day, but when you missed him when he was away, it was a cold day or when you just wanted to have physical comfort from him, you put his shirt on and it kind of felt like he was holding you, even though you couldn't know how it would really feel like.

Today, it was a particulary chilly day and your regular attire didn't feel like enough. You glanced at the drawer where you had hidden some of Kaz's shirts - you knew they wouldn't warm you up any more than your own clothes would, and Kaz was present, so there was a greater risk that he'd catch you. But it was still tempting. You knew he wouldn't lash out on you about that, you still feared that it would feel embarassing for him.

But if you'd hide it well enough, he'd never know. So you slipped Kaz's shirt on, buttoning it up before putting your jacket on and ensuring that the shirt won't show up too much under it. Then you left your room, ready for the new day.

The day went on normally, Kaz was his brooding himself who snapped at Jesper and Nina whenever they made teasing remarks on how his tone of voice changed slightly with you or how his face softened just a bit when he looked at you. Kaz had tried to keep your relationship as a secret from the Crows too at first, but it didn't take long from them to figure it out.

And today, it was the first time you were wearing Kaz's shirt when he wasn't away. You thought you had succeeded in being subtle, that he didn't know, but he knew. Oh, he knew. He had known it since he first saw it when he returned earlier than expected from one of his heists, and suspected it already when three of his shirts were missing. And secretly, he loved it, seeing his shirt under your jacket. For him, it meant that you were fully comfortable around him. And until he would hopefully be better with touch, he was happy that you found physical comfort from his clothes when he couldn't provide it to you yet.

One day, he hoped he'd be able to hold you, but until then... his clothes would do it for him.

A/N: To the requester, thank you for your compliments ❤ And I know you requested a "fic" and probably waited for a longer piece but as much as I love Kaz, I can't keep breaking my own rules to make all my Kaz pieces long when the request is gif imagine-sized because otherwise I could burn myself out with Kaz because people would always assume long pieces even from the vaguest of requests and that would eventually also mirror itself on other characters I don't crush on. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you by not providing a oneshot.

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