#my train jumping idiots ♡

[tfh-arts]

The whole situation where 90% of side characters die may be to illustrate the brutality of the city but C7 was a turning point in that some npcs seemed too interesting to kill off/offscreen immediately...like it would have been interesting to see how the Fanghunts deal with getting BF'ed (Romero Kaneki arc when), Camille and Paula escaping near-death and having their outlooks Shaken in the process, or even Hugo surviving as the most asspull option would be fun 💀 <—op's barely concealed yearning for more C7 npc content

[insomniactic-daydream]

Beside You...

Pro Hero Bakugo ♡ Pro Hero Reader

Friends to Lovers

Summary: Bakugo always held victory close to his heart, but he held you closer.

From being kids in the playground, to freshly new homeowners talking about marriage, and til you both took your last breaths with a smile... you were the thing he held closest.

(This is Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga's fault for cooking up Die With A Smile. Had me in my feels.🫠)

TW: ANGST !! and some suggestive writing but no smut. Read at own risk.

Age 6

Bakugo knew from a young age who he's supposed to be. Even as kids change their future occupation to astronauts to doctors, he never had doubt. He was meant to be a hero. He was meant to protect you.

"Hey! Stop pulling my hair it's not funny!"

The young blonde hears your cries from a mile away as two of the older kids from the playground tug your hair and take your toy away.

"Or what? you're just a pathetic weakling who can't even fight back." The two kids laugh as they continue to torment you.

Suddenly, a big explosion was directed at the two bullies sending them flying. Bakugo had never had such perfect precision with his quirk before. It was his first perfect and biggest shots he's had since his quirk manifestation.

"Die you extras! If you even think about bullying her again, I'll blow you to bits!" He barked like a high squeaking chihuahua standing in front of your body that was thrown down from the blast. Safe to say you never saw those bullies again.

"Get up. Your dress is going to get dirty." Bakugo huffs, sounding angry but still holding his hand out with a blush.

Your eyes widen as you take his hand to get up, and you give him a big hug, causing him to be taken aback.

"You're my hero!"

Bakugo never went to the park without you after that. Not if both of your parents wanted to deal with constant crying/yelling from the two of you...

Age 14

After the U.A. exams, you and Bakugo sit in his room as you hold your head in your hands in defeat.

"Stop sulking. You don't even know if you got rejected yet." He says in his usual huff but still holds your hair back.

You mailed your results to his house so you could open it together.

"Easy for you to say. You had the highest points. I swear it took me forever to get one robot when I was too busy saving others from getting mauled by theirs." Y/n sighs as she reflects on the exams.

"I don't know Kats, I think I did better in the Shiketsu exam than I did U.A. I'll probably only be getting the acceptance there." You groan as you wipe some tears from your face.

"Shut up. You don't know shit yet." He said earning a scoff.

"I know I did dog shit at the exam, and that's enough. Sorry to say, but I don't think we'll be in the same class, or even the same school."

"I'll go to Shiketsu then."

You let out an audible laugh before looking at his face, dropping you smile instantly.

"Holy shit. You're serious?" You say before shaking your head. "No, you can't. Your dream is UA. Don't be switching shit up just because of me." You say before turning your body towards him.

"I don't care where I get my license at. I'm still going to be number one. No matter what. Beside can't be training if your ass is getting into trouble the whole other side of town",He said, rolling his eyes as he looked away from your widened gaze.

"Katsuki-," you say before getting cut off.

"Don't make a big deal out of it, princess." He quips, signaling to you that's the end of the discussion. He's going where you go.

Silence falls between the two of you until the sound of a car is heard right after. You both rush to get the letters and begin to open them. Revealing two holograms of All Might congratulating them on their acceptances to Class 1-A.

You grab him and jump up and down from excitement.

"See you idiot. You were overreacting." He says with his usual smirk. You roll your eyes. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic.

"Yeah, but still.." You say before kissing his cheek, causing him to freeze up. You smile at him.

"Thank you for wanting to cheer me up and wanting to stay by me."

His stares at your beautiful smile before looking away.

"Tch. Always, you big baby." He says before pulling you into his arms as you laugh.

Your romantic relationship didn't wait long after that moment.

Age 22

"Last fucking box." Bakugo grunts putting down the box down in the empty living room filled with the rest of the labeled boxes. While your slumped body lays on the couch, you just assembled.

Something about wanting to make the house feel more homey for the time being or procrastination for unpacking Bakugo calls it. Still, he takes the opportunity to lay next to you.

"Why didn't we just keep our apartment." You groan as you look at him. He glares at you.

"You were the one that suggested buying the house in full, princess." He said. They both earned quite a bit the last year and had money to spare.

"Besides, that place was getting too cramped for all our shit. You know this already." He says before grabbing your face as you pout.

"Ugh, but now we have to unpack all of this." You say as he smushes your cheeks. You wrap your arm around him.

You both lean in for a kiss, embracing the comfort of the couch. You both pull away and sit up, looking at all the boxes.

"Cmon, get your ass up and help me unpack." He says, trying to reach for a box before you blurt out.

"Let's get married today."

Just as he thinks you can never surprise him, you say shit like that.

He was planning on marrying you, like hell he would buy a house just for a girlfriend. You were his first and only, no doubt. But he didn't expect how this would play out.

"What?" He says in a shell-shocked tone.

"The court house doesn't close til 9. We still have time to make it over there. So what do you say." Going up to him with a sheepish smile.

"Fuck no." He says to you while you pause, smile dimming while thinking you misinterpreted his goals with you.

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, it was stupid ide - "You say before getting interrupted.

"Fuck that's not what I meant, Babe." He says before grabbing your pulling away figure.

"I wanna marry your ass, but I'm not doing it at a courthouse just because you're trying to avoid moving into our damn house." He says before peppering you with kisses. His grip on you tightening.

"I just needed to make sure that meant moving into a home meant what I thought it meant." You mumble between kisses. Wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Of course it does, dumbass." He says, deepening the kiss as he walks and pulls you down to the couch. Falling into each other's embrace.

It's definitely a creative way of getting comfortable in the new home.

Age 45

"Fucking shit" Bakugo groans after the building collapsed on the two of you by the villian you both were trying to stop for months now.

"Katsuki." You weakly groan beneath him as the raging headache ensued from the collision of the building.

Bakugo look around them, sighing in relief as he realizes his wife is okay, and so is he. He tries to get but stops when he hears you yelp in pain.

"Stop, don't move, Katsuki!" You breathe tiredly. Only then does Bakugo look down and see the large metal bar piercing the two of you together. It's shocking the two of you are still alive.

Bakugo looks into your eyes as you whimper in pain. His adrenaline is beginning to stop as he winces in pain, too. But he puts on a brave face.

"Shh.. Fuck. It's okay, baby. We're going to get out of here okay, rescue shouldn't take long." He now says breathlessly holding you close.

You smile weakly at him, grabbing caressing his face.

"You're no liar, Katsuki. It's okay." You say while your voice cracks with emotion. He grits his teeth as tears spill out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry... I can't save us this time, baby " He says, choking on tears and blood. Your tears beging to spill, too.

"There was still so much I wanted to do with you." He sobs out as you listen, sobbing too.

"Fuck, we should've stopped ages ago, our stubborn asses. Should've retired early, go on a vacation, fuck maybe even had a child or two." He huffs out in a sad laughter as you both realize just how different your lives could've been if you had stopped being heroes year before.

Maybe your guy's death would have been more peaceful; one with old gray hair and wrinkles.

You give out a weak laugh. Your vision starts to get smaller, so you try to soak up every last detail of your husband's face.

"I don't regret this." You say choking on your blood. He stares lovingly into your eyes. His vision too slowly giving out.

"I loved that I got to spend every moment with you, Kats. I fucking love you're annoying ass so much. I couldn't imagine breathing without you next to me." You say with a weak smile, gasping for air with each pause.

Bakugo weakly smiles back at you as he brushes the debris off your face. Taking your beauty in for the final time.

"Good thing we don't have to" He says his final comeback as he pulls you in and puts his lips on yours.

Taking each other's final breath...

[If] our time on Earth was through, I'd wanna hold you just for a while, and die with a smile.

If the world was ending, I wanna be next to you~♡

Alternative Happy Ending

Shut up, I'm not crying you are 😭.

It's literally one of the most emotional pieces I've ever written in my life.

Blame Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga. 😭

[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.5

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16 ~ Pt.17 ~ Pt.18 ~ Pt.19 ~ Pt.20 ~ Pt.21 ~ Pt.22 ~ Pt.23 ~ Pt.24 ~ Pt.25

Masterlist

Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Skinny dipping, Wolffe's massive D, some minor agression/violence, possessive behaviors, general Crosshair assholery, Hunter's an idiot

Bruh we finally gonna get through this slow burn I promise. Bear with me. Anyways...get intoit I guess

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"Again… or Lula gets it." Crosshair aimed his pistol at the stuffed bunny sitting on top of one of the crates.

Both you and Wrecker screamed, demanding Lula’s immediate liberation, but he just fired a warning shot, barely missing her ear.

"Alright!" You screamed under duress. You turned back to Hunter, who was waiting for you to strike. "Kriffing dictator," you mumbled, making Hunter snort.

"Lock in, Pip," Hunter rasped. "One pin and you can go eat lunch."

You huffed, knowing this was going to be a challenge. The past week had been tough on all of you. You had been enlisted in joining the other medics in caring for the injured regs, which, after the first few days, you realized the campaign in liberating Kashyyyk from separatist and Trandoshan occupation was going to take much longer than anyone had anticipated. The problem seemed to be worse than the Jedi Council had thought.

The boys had become relentless in your training. The second you’d be off shift, they’d be lording your food overhead in exchange for a few hours of combat training. You complied, desperate for something to fill your belly. You noticed you were starting to get stronger, your body was getting a little more hardened, and you were starting to actually like it, though you’d never tell them that, or else they’d just keep you at it until you collapsed.

Your little training sessions even started to get the attention of the 104th boys. They’d gather in small groups, trying to watch you like a sporting event. You were confused at first, but Tech informed you they were staring because they’ve never seen an omega fight before. It was unnatural, to Crosshair's point.

But even the grumpy sniper came around; he realized being with them, a special forces group, put you in a uniquely vulnerable position compared to an average medic. (It definitely wasn’t because Hunter beat him over the head with the idea until he agreed.) That's when he started threatening Lula’s life to coerce you into playing their games.

"Get him, omega!" A couple of Wolf Pack boys barked from the trees. You were pretty sure they were the same clones you had treated that morning.

You glared at them and then dropped your fists, looking to Hunter with soft eyes, begging him to stop. He relaxed, recognizing you were uncomfortable, deciding to end your training early. The 104th boys groaned disappointed, making Hunter shrug. Even Crosshair sighed annoyingly, lowering his blaster.

When you were in close enough proximity to your unsuspecting Sergeant, you quickly snaked your boot out, just like he showed you, and flipped him to the ground. You saw a brief moment of surprise when he hit the moss-covered floor before his eyes focused in. Just when you were about to jump on top of him to make the pin, he rolled both of you and shoved you off.

You briefly heard the Wolf Pack cheering when you recovered and swung your leg out, taking him down to the ground again. This time you were ready and rolled into his side, grabbing his arm, wrenching it back. He curled in, wrapping his legs around your torso, trying to pry you off. Just when he nearly had you in a pin, you jabbed your two fingers into a nerve point in his thigh, making him yelp and release you. That gave you just enough time to slam your body on top of him and hold him for the pin.

"Damn," Wolffe crossed his arms, walking up to the two of you from the clearing, impressed with what he was seeing.

"Good job," Hunter stood up, helping you with him. "You’re getting better, Pip."

"Can I go eat now?" You asked pleadingly, hearing your stomach growl.

He just nodded and let you go. You smiled and ran off with Wrecker, starving for Echo’s cooking.

Wolffe stood there watching you disappear back into the Marauder with his good eye. "Why are you training her?"

Hunter crossed his arms. "She’s been in some tough situations. She doesn’t have the same protections she would have with the 501st when working with us."

Wolffe nodded. "I heard about the incident on Crait. General Plo is concerned with the implications."

Hunter nodded solemnly. It was still a bit of a sore topic if he was being honest. He prided himself on being a good Sergeant who cared deeply for his unit and tried his best to keep them safe even in the most dangerous scenarios.

"Have you heard anything else?" Wolffe asked.

Hunter just shook his head. "Nothing beyond what we experienced. Though I’m sure the council has it under control."

Wolffe just nodded and turned to look at the war camp in the distance. Campfires billowed in the distance while his men gathered, making their meals.

"So…" He noticed Hunter side-eye him. "She yours or what?"

Hunter narrowed his glare. "Commander?" He felt his heart rate increase and a possessive tightness in his chest.

"Did you mate her on Crait?" Wolffe pressed.

Hunter faced him square on.

"Y/N is her own person," Hunter corrected, trying to keep his calm despite his growing hatred for the scarred alpha in front of him. "Besides almost killing her, no, no one has laid a hand on her."

Wolffe just rolled his eyes. "You don’t have to pretend with me, Sergeant. No alpha can resist that."

Hunter bit his tongue, wanting nothing more than to punch that smug look off of Wolffe’s face. Hunter was all too aware of how you made the regs turn their heads when you graced them with your presence. He knew his men were guilty of it as well. Y/N was a perfect omega. Every alpha's scents seemed to spike in your presence; he was shocked you couldn’t smell it. They were all praying you’d give them a little attention or a gentle touch. It was driving him crazy.

"Relax," Wolffe looked at Hunter's flexing fists. "I won’t do anything to your little medic… unless she asks." His smile was devilish. Hunter watched the Commander return back to his men, who were getting rowdy in the field up ahead.

Hunter took a deep breath, trying to force his racing heartbeat to calm. Crosshair came prowling up behind him silently like a loth-cat. "What was that all about?"

Hunter grunted and looked at his brother. "He asked if she was my mate."

Crosshair put a new toothpick up to his lips. "He’s been after her since Coruscant." Crosshair’s tone was nonchalant. "He’ll lose interest eventually."

Hunter shook his head annoyed; he doubted that. He returned back to the Marauder with Crosshair for their lunch before Wrecker elected to eat their portions too.

Hunter was going to be keeping an eye on Wolffe from here on out… that was final.

It was about the fifth week into the battle of Kashyyyk when you noticed the change. The boys seemed to have altered their behavior around you drastically.

At first, it seemed harmless, just alphas being alphas. They’d walk at least five paces behind you everywhere, even when you’d be called into a shift in the triage tent. They’d wait outside, talking, until it was time for you to clock out and return back with them for more training.

Then it turned into something… different.

It first started with Crosshair when he had decided he wanted to teach you how to start shooting more long-range. He had arranged you how he liked on the ground around firepuncher. When he wasn’t happy with your grip, he knelt down next to you, keeping his hands on yours a little longer than usual. Then came your positioning. He suddenly decided he didn’t like that either, so he kneeled down, using his own knees to part your legs and push your left into a more bent position. You felt your face heat up as your ass pressed against his firm thighs. He acted like nothing was amiss, but you were struggling more than usual trying to hit the target in front of you.

Then there was Tech. He had asked for a bit of assistance when fiddling with some panels under the ship’s console. You laid down next to him, helping hold some wires while he soldered carefully, and instead of asking you to pass him the needle-nose pliers, he just reached over you, pressing you into the ground with his weight. You struggled to breathe calmly as his face nearly pressed into your neck while he reached for the tools. He had done this a few more times, making you absolutely squirm next to him.

Wrecker had been a little more needy the past few weeks, asking you to look at small cuts and bruises. You think it was just because you had always babied him a little more than the others, but now he was becoming insistent that you look at every single injury and giving you a pout if you denied him. You were suspecting he was causing these little injuries just to get your attention.

Lastly was Hunter. While he was a bit more discreet, he definitely didn’t miss an opportunity to brush up against you or place a hand on your back as he passed by. One particular night you had been bent over the bathroom sink rinsing toothpaste from your mouth when he suddenly needed to shimmy by you to grab his razor from the shower caddy. You had shot up, and he apologized with a tap to your hip before leaving with his things. You just stood there in shock, trying to figure out if you were just imagining things.

This morning, Tech accompanied you when you had to clock in for rotations at the medic’s tent. You gave him a little wave before disappearing through the canvas curtains. You walked up to the 104th medic in charge and handed him your charge card. He punched you into the system and let you go on your way.

"Hey Y/N!" Your new friend, Tanan, called out to you. He was an omega in the GAR civilian medic program too and he has been stationed with the 104th since the beginning of their campaign.

"Hi Tanan." You smiled, setting down your canteen and snack sack.

"Got a lot coming in today," he said, looking around at all of the regs lying in cots. He flipped back his blonde hair, trying to tie it behind his head to keep it out of his brown eyes.

"What happened?" You noticed all of their field bandages.

"Shrapnel," he replied, sanitizing his laser suture.

"Bomb?" You looked around at the charring on their armor, letting you know it was some kind of incendiary.

"Most likely," he said, handing you a pair of gloves. You grabbed a pair of sterile tweezers and walked up to the first trooper who was sitting on the edge of his cot.

"Hello, trooper," you smiled and softly approached him.

He looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you the medic?" he asked.

You nodded and knelt down next to him, setting your things next to him on the cot.

"Mhmm. I’m Y/N."

"I’m CT- 3678, but my vod call me Tack."

"Nice to meet you, Tack." You reached out, tilting his face to the side. There was a tattoo running along the side of his neck all the way under the collar of his blacks.

"What happened?" You asked, picking up the tweezers and starting to pluck little shards of metal out of his cheek.

"Clankers set off a big one," he said, looking up at you, "never seen something like that before."

"It was guerrilla Trandoshan made," a clone behind Tack chimed in.

You just scrunched your nose disapprovingly and concentrated on your work. The alpha in front of you relaxed the more you plucked from him. You were certain it was uncomfortable. A lot of shrapnel patients have been coming in the past few days, but today seemed to be the worst. The metal was strange, shimmering green, nothing like you’d ever seen before.

"I don’t recognize your clothes," Tack said, looking at your green pants, "Are you GAR?"

"Oh yeah," you smiled, "My uniform got messed up a few weeks ago after the first wave so I had to resort to the civvies." The white GAR uniform didn’t stand a chance out here on the front lines. Instead, you opted for your darks and your identifying badge.

"Ahh," he said, nodding.

"I’m not usually out of base for this long so I wasn’t really prepared."

"You’re not with the 104th?" He asked. He must be a shiny.

"No." You tilted his head back and forth, looking for any missed pieces, "I’m with the 99’s."

"The 99’s?" The other clone asked from over Tack’s shoulder, "The commandos?"

You nodded. "Alright, I think I got it all. Let me get some bacta, and you’ll be cleared." You grabbed an applicator and began dotting it over the cuts.

"Wait, are you the omega Commander’s always talking about?"

"What?" You looked at the other clone, giving Tack a tap on the shoulder, letting him stand.

"Yeah, he’s always going on about the omega running with the 99’s!" He smiled, "Told us about the attack on Crait."

You paled. In the background, a clone trooper screamed in pain, making you focus back on your work.

"What’s your name?" You asked, moving on to him, grabbing your scanner.

"Grim."

"I’m Y/N, and yeah, I guess I’m that omega." You shook your head and started scanning the clone. You noticed the way he clutched his arm, and your scans confirmed it was dislocated.

"Sweet." He looked at you with playful eyes. You raised a brow at him, "You got something to say, trooper?"

He smiled, "Commander said you were pretty…"

You took his arm and looked him in the eyes before aggressively resetting the limb. He let out a pained gasp, not expecting you to do that so suddenly and mercilessly.

"He was right." He gritted out, clutching the arm.

"What’s your position?" You asked, walking over to the supply bin to get a fresh sling. You ripped open the plastic baggie and walked back over to him.

"Sniper," he groused, starting to feel the dull pain in his shoulder.

You laughed, "Oh, you’d like one of my alphas then…"

He quirked a brow, "One of?”

You felt your cheeks redden. "Sorry, they're pack. I meant, we have an enhanced sniper. His name is Crosshair. He hates everyone though... except firepuncher."

Grim chuckled. "Oh yes, my little lady is my favorite girl as well." He gestured to the rifle leaned up against his cot. You just smiled and sent him on his way.

What is it with snipers and their guns?

The day continued like this. Tech only came to bother you when Echo had lunch ready, but by the time the sun was setting, you were exhausted and covered in blood and various gross fluids. With a sigh, you cracked your back and stretched your arms, eager to eat some chow and get to bed, but first, you wanted to wash up.

The Marauder’s water supply had been recycled too many times to be considered usable, so your squad had resorted to hiking down to the river to wash up and do laundry. You had begged Tech to fly the Marauder closer to the lake to drain the reserves and refill with fresh water, but he didn’t want to waste any fuel before they could return to Coruscant. You pouted but knew he was right in the end.

"Ready?" Crosshair asked, meeting you outside the medic center.

You just nodded and followed after him as he walked you through the camp. You passed groups of men you’d "kind of" come to know over the past few weeks, along with Wookiee leaders and warriors. Once you passed through the camp, the hike back to the Marauder was mostly in the dark. All you could see was the campfire in the distance, with Echo tending to whatever meat Wrecker and Hunter had tracked down that day.

"I’m going to wash up first." You gestured to your ruined outfit. He just nodded and detoured to the fire while you rifled through your things, looking for the soap packets and a fresh pair of clothes.

"I’ll be back!" You called out to the boys before starting your trek through the darkening woods. Passing all the familiar trail markers, you could hear the river rushing up ahead. You grabbed your little solar lantern and flicked it on, setting it down on your favorite rock. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, you began stripping down to nothing, throwing your dirty clothes in the wash basket you had woven with Tech’s instruction on the second week on Kashyyyk.

You took a deep breath before toeing into the freezing cold water. You let out a little squeal as you sank in, fully submerging yourself in the lazy water. This was the moment where you always began to miss the heated showers on the Marauder. The water was chilling, it made your muscles start to lock up if you took too long.

Moving quickly, you reached up to the rock, grabbing a packet of hair wash and tearing open the brown paper, pouring the contents into your hand. You rubbed your hands together, causing the powder to rehydrate, and then you lathered it everywhere. Scrubbing your scalp aggressively, you were determined to get every little bit of sweat and blood out of your locks. Once satisfied, you sunk under the water, letting the current rinse out the suds.

When you resurfaced, you heard the telltale sound of someone approaching through the woods. You lowered yourself below the currents and silently huddled closer to the rock, feeling your heart start to race.

"Nah, Corporal said tomorrow we have a new mission objective—" One of the men said. You peeked around from your hiding spot to see a trooper chucking his shirt over his head and throwing it onto a rock, reaching down for his waistband.

You bit your lip and moved back around the rock, determined to finish up and get out without being seen. You reached up and turned off your lantern and grabbed your body detergent. You quickly got to work, taking your scrub brush to your nails, trying to get as much crusted blood out of them while the men bathed, unaware of your presence.

You heard them continue to talk about Corporal Comet as they stripped down and jumped into the water, yelling and making all types of noise.

It was time to scrub your dirtied clothes after giving them some time to soak. You reached around the rock, grabbing the loose weave basket and bringing it in front of you. In the process, you knocked over a round rock, hearing it plonk into the river.

"Hey! What was that?" One of the men said, and your heart jumped.

"Kriff," you whispered, throwing your unwashed clothes up onto the shore and crawled out, grabbing your towel. You quickly wrapped it around you and squatted down to finish your washing. You heard them coming and knew you had no other option but to just stay there and pretend like you didn’t hear them.

"Warthog, is that you?" You heard one of them yell.

"Tryna cop a peek?" They laughed from over the stones.

"You're a freak," one of them chastised.

You just tucked the towel a little tighter around yourself as one of them climbed around one rock, stopping in their tracks.

"Oh shit!" He immediately realized his mistake. "S-sorry…"

"What are you looking at, trooper?..."

Then you were met with one grey, scarred eye that made your throat instantly tighten up.

Up above, Wolffe and one of his troopers stared down at you in all their naked glory. You coughed and quickly shot your eyes upward, trying to avoid looking at their bodies. Clone standards apparently didn’t apply to the Commander. He was well-endowed, and you instantly felt your face redden at the realization.

Only the trooper had the humility to be self-conscious, covering himself and shrinking back down the rock and into the water. Meanwhile, the commander in front of you didn’t seem phased in the slightest; he carried himself with so much confidence standing there.

He let out a low whistle. "Sorry, mesh’la," he smirked. "Didn’t know you were over here."

"I’m just finishing up," you fidgeted, tightening your towel and praying for him to go back to his washing.

"No need to rush on our account," he flashed you a charming smile, showing off his white teeth as he folded his arms across his broad, muscular chest, puffing out slightly. He had a couple of scars littering his pecs along with a wolf tattoo on his ribs. He was clearly enjoying your mortification.

"I, uh... I…" You went to step back, but a loose rock wobbled under your bare foot, causing you to lose your balance. Wolffe reached forward to catch you, but when he grabbed your arm, you both went tumbling into the water. You screamed as you were totally submerged in the freezing water; all you heard was his disgruntled grunt before being swept under.

The undercurrents suddenly made it difficult to surface as you felt yourself being dragged downstream, ripping your towel from your body as you passed over bedrocks. You paddled weakly, but you weren’t a skilled swimmer, and the water was much stronger this far out.

You suddenly felt a warm arm wrap around your midsection, and the force of the water as Wolffe dragged you up to the surface, clutching you close to his front. You pawed wildly at the water, sputtering and coughing like a drowned tooka as he swam with the two of you.

"I got you," he said, finding his footing and lifting the two of you into the shallows again. "Relax!"

You went limp under his arm, letting him rescue the two of you. His broad hand wrapped securely around your rib cage, holding you firm against his large body as he trudged closer to shore. When he finally could keep the two of your heads above water, you tried wriggling free again, suddenly hyper-aware of your nakedness.

"Omega. Stop," he growled, trying to keep his grip. He leaned forward, grabbing onto a smooth rock and hauling you out of the path of the currents. You panted, trying to calm your racing heart. You weren’t sure if it was from the fear of drowning or the fact that Wolffe’s deliciously strong and warm naked body was pleasantly pressed against your back right now. You wanted to rub yourself further into him; your entire body was freezing except for the warmth radiating off of him, it was sinful.

"Wolffe," you cleared your throat, coughing up the last of the water.

He slowly let go of you, keeping you on the shallower side of the riverbank. You wrapped your arms around your chest, covering yourself before turning to face him. "Thanks," you sighed, shoving your soaked hair back out of your eyes and letting yourself catch your panicked breath.

"Any time, mesh’la," he said, fighting to catch his breath, letting his chest heave. "Your boys always keeping you out of trouble, huh?"

You laughed quietly, starting to shiver. "Pretty much."

"Come here," he said, offering you his hand. You hesitantly took it and let him pull you into him so he could warm you. Keeping one hand sturdy on the rock, he used the other to hold you close and warm your chilled skin. You shuddered, pressing further into his plush chest. His scent was delicious, spiced and salty. You couldn’t help but take a deep breath in, letting it dance along your scent receptors; your omega was thrilled.

"Can you swim?" he asked softly.

You shook your head. "I was born and raised on Coruscant. I’ve never swum before or even really seen so much water before." You remembered what Rex had told you about Tapoca City and how the entire civilization was surrounded by water. The clones probably had plenty of swimming experience.

"Cyra’ika, you gotta be more careful," he shook his head, rubbing your back soothingly.

"I know," you agreed. "I didn’t really anticipate this happening." You felt his rough hands rub slow circles into your back, and you sighed, finally starting to warm up again.

“I lost my towel,” you groaned, realizing you had absolutely nothing to dry yourself off with or keep you covered in any way.

“I’ll get you mine,” he said, standing up straight and looking over your shoulder. “Stay here.”

You nodded and sat down on the smooth rock, keeping your chest covered as he crawled out of the river and began walking back to where his men were.

“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. Echo’s going to eat this up, you already knew.

Wolffe returned quickly, sporting a pair of black briefs when he handed you his towel. You took it from him, keeping your back turned as you wrapped yourself in it. It smelled like him, warmed spice, and you fought back a little purr bubbling up in your chest.

“Here,” he handed you his hand again. “Let’s get you back.”

To your pack. You hesitated, making him furrow his brow. You took his hand, but you knew this was going to cause a ruckus. He helped pull you up the slippery rock as you used the other hand to hold his towel closed, trying to keep a shred of your dignity together.

You could already hear the lecture Hunter was going to give you. Spending time alone with the Commander, nonetheless naked. Ugh. You should have told Wolffe to let you drown. But the view as the Commander’s tight ass was certainly was making it worth it. His back was rippled with muscles along with his sturdy thighs. You wanted to lean forward and sink your teeth into him. You had to take a deep breath before things got out of control and he noticed arousal scenting from you.

When Wolffe finally got you back to where you had left your things, you quickly realized, in your fall, the splash had soaked your clothes too.

“Kriff,” you bent down, holding up your little sleep t-shirt. The grey fabric was soaked through along with your fresh panties and sleep pants.

Wolffe just snickered and turned his back, letting you change in peace. Well, at least he’s honorable, you thought to yourself when you brought the soggy shirt over your head. You slid your panties up, cringing at the coldness, and then finally the sleep pants.

“This is awful,��� you mumbled, picking up your other things. Wolffe laughed and left to get changed too, yelling something to his unit about returning to camp. They hollered at him when he returned to find you standing there with your wet laundry and dirty clothes in hand.

He took the lantern and let you lead the way through the now-dark forest. When you started to smell whatever food Echo had doctored up, your stomach growled, desperate for a hot meal.

“You should go,” you turned to take the solar lantern in your hands.

“Why?” he smirked. “Afraid your pack won’t approve?”

“I know they won’t,” you jested. “They’re protective.”

He gave an amused huff. “Well, thanks for the thrill, omega,” he smiled, turning on his heel back towards the river, giving you a good view of that ass.

“My name is Y/N!” you called after him.

“I know,” he winked at you.

You bit your lip, watching him fully disappear into the darkness before you trudged the last trail back to the Marauder. Your head was spinning. You thanked the maker you had your suppressor implant; without it, you knew you’d be acting like a pathetic horny teenager. Being rescued by a hot, rugged alpha had to be top-tier omega fantasy material. You giggled, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. You bit your lip thinking about how solid he felt against your back and wondered how solid other parts of him were too…

When you rounded the corner of the Marauder, you found your pack carrying on with their little evening tasks.

“Y/N, you’re back,” Tech acknowledged you before squinting his eyes, scrutinizing your attire. “Why are you wet?”

You looked down, realizing how pathetic you looked. “I, uh… I fell into the currents and almost drowned,” Wrecker spun around, looking at you in shock.

“Are you okay?” he asked, standing up and putting his dinner bowl down. Hunter looked at you from his bowl too. You thought it was strange he didn’t immediately ask as well. He looked almost… angry?

“Yeah, I’m just cold,” you set your things down and wrung out your hair, shivering.

Crosshair suddenly appeared from the darkness of the direction of the 104th war camp. You didn’t even notice him walk up on you.

One second you were standing next to the fire, and the next you were being thrown up against the side of the Marauder with Crosshair's arm being shoved across your chest with a rough thud. You yelped when your back connected with the hard durasteel.

“Crosshair!” Wrecker yelled in shock. “What the fuck?”

You looked at him wildly, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. He gave you a nasty look. “I can smell him from their camp,” he snarled, pushing you a little harder with a deep, menacing growl.

You let out a pained whine as he pushed you harder against the ship. You desperately looked to Hunter to intervene, but he just sat there, fisting his spork.

Crosshair bared his teeth at you. “You fuck him, huh Y/N? That kriffing reg!”

Feeling yourself panic, your instincts took over, and you bared your neck to him in submission, praying it would appease him. “Alpha, please… it hurts.” Your voice was pathetic, but you’d never had any of your packmates ever corner you like this. It was terrifying.

He snapped down to you slightly, letting up on you just a little. The use of his designation seemed to soften him slightly.

Then in a flash, a blur of dark grey came from the left, and Crosshair was suddenly thrown from your chest. You collapsed down to your knees, clutching your damp chest, heaving. When you looked over to the right, you saw Wolffe and Crosshair throwing punches at one another in a flurry on the ground.

You let out a horrified scream that echoed throughout the forest, causing Hunter to wince.

“Get your fucking hands off of her,” Wolffe landed a particularly hard punch to Crosshair’s jaw. “She’s your pack!”

Crosshair returned his fist in kind to his solar plexus, making the Commander lunge forward and throw the sniper into the side of the ship just next to you. You cried out and ran towards Wrecker for safety while the two Alphas got into it. The big clone wrapped his arms around you protectively, keeping you out of the way of harm and swinging fists.

“Keep your fucking hands off her, reg!” Crosshair growled.

“What the hell is going on up here?” A few regs from the camp started making their way over, hearing the commotion. Hunter put his bowl down and walked over to the two fighting and grabbed Wolffe by the shirt, wrenching him up off of his brother.

You took a breath, thinking Hunter was going to break up the fight. Instead, you watched your Sergeant wind his fist back and throw a sharp punch to Wolffe’s cheek. It connected with a snap, and you were certain you saw blood.

Then it was madness. Wolffe’s men jumped into the fight, forcing Echo and Tech to run in as backup, their brothers. It was nothing but a whirlwind of fists and boots and raging alphas. The other regs and some Wookiees stood on the sides, yelling at the brawl.

“Stop, please!” You screamed and begged, feeling the tears slide down your cheeks. “Alpha, please!”

No one was listening. The fight only seemed to get more violent. You cried and turned back to Wrecker, refusing to watch the brutality. He just maneuvered you two out of the way and kept his hand on the back of your wet head, trying to console you, even though it was killing him he couldn’t leave to help his brothers.

“Alright, enough!” A booming voice shook the camp. Master Plo stood before the group, using a deep commanding voice and the force.

The fighting seized immediately. The regs froze in place, fists raised and bloody. Wolffe threw Crosshair off of him, and he walked over to you, raising your chin to make sure your alpha hadn’t hurt you ignoring Wrecker’s warning glare.

The general crossed his arms, looking at the absolute disaster his commander was directly involved in. Then he looked to you and extended an arm in your direction. “Are you alright, little Y/N? Are you hurt?” He used the same tone he had used with Ahsoka when they were together. Plo’s fatherly concern made you cry more.

You shook your head. “I’m alright, General,” the tears still poured down your face. Wrecker gave your back a little rub.

Plo nodded and looked back to the panting alphas.

“Back to your bunks,” he ordered, forcing all of the regs to leave, wiping the blood from their lips.

That left you with the general, Wrecker, and Wolffe.

Wolffe just looked at you, despite the blood dripping from his brow and chin. His eyes were searching for something.

“This ends now,” General Plo pointed down towards the ground with emphasis. “We have a war to focus on.”

“Yes, General,” they all replied, including your unit.

When Plo Koon turned on his heel and stalked back to camp, you felt Wolffe’s hand press up against your arm. “There’s always room for you with us,” he looked over his shoulder. “If you want.” He was giving you an out.

The alpha was making an official offer to adopt you into his pack. Your heart started beating fast the longer you gazed up into his eyes. It was a big offer. Clearly, Wolffe didn’t trust the others to play nice.

Crosshair had to put a hand on Hunter’s shoulder before the Sergeant started another fight. Seeing his hands on you was making him feral.

You just nodded and thanked him for saving you one last time before watching him follow his General through the dark grass. When you turned back to the others, your face turned into a snarl. You couldn’t even speak to them. You shoved Wrecker’s hands off of you and you marched up the stairs of the ship before locking yourself in your bunk.

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You kept your back turned on Tech when he finally returned to the bunks. He was smart not to say anything, tasting your anger in the air. When you finally heard all of them settle in for the night and their grumbling hushed down, you got up to confirm your theory and stepped out into the galley. All of their doors were closed, and you walked down to Wrecker’s bunk, hitting the access panel to let the door slide open.

He lifted his head, staring at your form in the doorway.

“Pip?” he asked, squinting his eyes to see you in the dark. “What are you doing?”

“Can I stay with you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Uh, yeah. Sure!” He tried his best to shimmy over to give you what little room he could on his comically small bunk.

You lifted the blanket and slid in next to him, letting out an angry huff. He didn’t ask because he already knew what was wrong. He just let you maneuver however you wanted before you settled into his side. He clutched Lula to his chest and let out a big yawn before quickly falling into a deep sleep. You only wished you could fall asleep as easily as Wrecker; the giant snoozed peacefully while you lay awake.

You breathed in his comforting scent and stared at his door, knowing Hunter was just across the hall, probably nursing his wounds. Good, you thought. He should be hurting for letting Crosshair do what he did.

You were seething.

He let Crosshair manhandle you like a fucking animal without even intervening. He just sat there, looking pissed behind his stupid bowl of rations. He probably had heard you and Wolffe and that's why he didn’t step in… stupid territorial fuck head alphas. 

Even Tech, sweet Tech, of all the brothers you thought would come to your aid… nope. He just sat there watching it unfold.

You’re giving Echo a hall pass because he was busy making the food and definitely didn’t have enough time to react before Wolffe stepped in. Plus, you knew you’d need someone to talk to.

You shivered, thinking about that murderous look in the commander’s eyes. He must have heard from the woods and came running to your aid. Twice in one night, the alpha came to your rescue.

Then he offered you a place in his pack… You rubbed your exhausted eyes, rolling over onto your back. Wrecker grumbled something in his sleep before reaching an arm over and wrapping it around your middle, snuggling you closer like you were Lula. You decided this was a problem for tomorrow, but right now you wanted to go to sleep. The day had finally caught up to you, and you felt yourself slipping.

You relaxed into Wrecker’s warmth and let sleep take you.

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“It’s been a week,” Hunter grizzled, watching you leave for your morning shift. Echo was the only one you’d allow to accompany you on your little journeys into the growing war camp. Other than that, you haven’t even looked at your unit, letting them stew in your silence.

Tech shifted uncomfortably, “I believe she’s waiting for us to apologize.”

Crosshair grunted, “For what?”

“Well, you did force her to submit under your threatening behavior,” Tech looked to his little brother, “Most omegas don’t take too kindly to that.”

“What do you know about omegas?” Crosshair narrowed his eyes.

Tech just bristled and continued staring at the breakfast grains.

“She can’t keep this up much longer,” Hunter sighed.

“I hate it!” Wrecker sobbed, “You better say you're sorry!” Wrecker missed you. You hadn’t been talking to anyone, and that included him. He just watched you in silence when you came back to the ship to sleep and change your clothes. He tried so many times to bribe you into giving him attention, but you just smiled and nodded instead.

“She’s most likely going to take up Wolffe’s offer if either of you don’t say something,” Tech looked at Hunter, who just soured over his breakfast, “I’m seldomly wrong.”

“He can have her if she prefers those regs,” Crosshair snapped.

Wrecker just groaned and threw his head back dramatically.

“Fine,” Hunter stood up, “I’ll go and apologize. Hopefully, she’s willing to listen.”

“A little groveling may be beneficial,” Tech pushed his goggles up his nose, “and she usually enjoys being fed snacks. That may be a good bribe.”

Hunter brushed off his pants and began his walk into camp, “Thanks for the recommendation.” Hunter felt like ripping out his own nails might be more pleasurable than facing the brewing wrath of his tiny little medic.

Hunter was approaching the ridge when he heard a strange buzzing. Looking around, he didn’t see anything but instead grabbed his com, “Hey, does anyone else hear that?”

“Negative, Sarge,” Wrecker responded.

Hunter then looked to his left and noticed a formation of strange-looking LAAT/c ships approaching. They slowed on approach to the camp, and Hunter noticed that they were empty inside. Where were the infantry? He reached for his scopes to get a better look.

Then something unexpected happened. The gunships halted their advance, and Hunter noticed multiple battle droids appear inside the main cabins.

“Oh shit,” he started running towards the camp, “Battle droids on approach!” He yelled into the com, hoping anyone would hear him, “Commander Wolffe come in!”

Then the camp suddenly turned into madness. The battle droids pushed out red-looking torpedoes from the side openings, watching them plummet directly into the war camp below. With a massive explosion, plumes of crimson powder billowed over the entire camp like a fog. Hunter froze in place, staring in horror as the smoke began to spread rapidly among the 104th.

“Oh no,” Tech caught up to Hunter, coming to the same halt, “Is that-”

Hunter’s attention immediately went to the triage center, “Y/N…”

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Dunndundun...

Next chapter gonna be a doozie... sryntsry the slow burn's turning into a wild fire next update.

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[yuesgirlfriend]

awaken, my love!

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

warnings: AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, third person POV, oral sex, PIV sex, praise kink, shy!simon, first time (ambiguous)

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This is the end of us, Sleeping with the moon and the stars I know where you've been, oh You can see us far then near

Let me into your heart!

-Me and Your Mama/ Childish Gambino

“Well, this is the place,” she says, setting her keys and bag down on the counter. Simon is as noiseless as always, following behind her silent but for the soft shut of the door and click of the lock. 

Outside, the hum of traffic and sounds of the city are easy to hear through the thin walls. She glances nervously at him, barely able to meet his eyes as he takes her space in. He seems too big in her tiny flat, like by just walking in he made the walls shrink around him. God, was it always such a mess? The peeling wallpaper and dingy couch and perpetually leaky sink didn’t seem too bad that morning. Something familiar twists in her stomach, heats her face. 

She can’t even remember the last time she had company over. What are you even meant to bloody do?  

She settles for grabbing his wrist and leading him bodily to the couch.  “Ah, uh, please- take a seat.” He only looks a bit ridiculous, a huge tank of a man squished on an blue loveseat with frayed seams she found at Goodwill. What does he think of this little home she carved out of a mold ridden pocket of the city? Why does she care so much? 

The awkward hunch of his shoulders and untidiness of his blonde hair brings her back to herself. Laughing a bit, she sits down next to him. She can feel the heat of his body from where their thighs brush and shoulders press together. Something like anticipation coils in her stomach. 

Suddenly, she’s feeling brave. She takes one of his (intimidatingly large) hands in hers. Turns it over, traces the lines of his fingertips and the soft material of his fingerless gloves. 

She presses a kiss to the center of his palm. His eyes seem unfocused and- it’s not her imagination- trained on her lips. 

His hand is warm and surprisingly gentle when it cups her cheek. And his lips against hers even more so. Soft, slightly chapped, their mouths slide together, his hand sliding to the back of her neck, and all she can giddily think is we’re kissing, he’s kissing me, over and over like an idiot. 

She pulls away for half a second to catch a breath, stupidly sighing his name, and he crushes his mouth against hers with an unexpected vengeance. 

Their mouths work together, euphoria threatens to burst from her chest; But something keeps knocking at back of her head. A half dreamed, half baked fantasy. Simon breaks away from her lips and moves to kissing along her jaw and neck and- god, that feels nice- but she wants-

Out of nowhere, she jumps to her feet, startling him. Outside, cars honk and someone shouts. A train’s breaks squeal and rattle in its tracks. 

“I- are you alright?” 

Simon’s sitting on the couch, face flushed and scarred lips kiss bitten. His ears are pink. And between his slightly spread legs, something waiting for her. His hands clench into fists, like he can feel her eyes on him. 

“I’m doing lovely.” She sinks to her shaky knees between his. The nerves from earlier are coalescing into something white hot in her chest, between her hips. “Thanks for asking.” 

She runs a greedy hand along the inside of his thighs, feeling the heft and weight of the muscle there. Thick, strong- she wonders absently what the hell he does for a living to look like this. She wonders less absently what else must be thick and strong. 

He’s clearly feeling something- when she risks a glance up, his eyes are nearly all pupil, his mouth slightly parted, his chest barely moving. When she gives up any subtlety and nuzzles her face into the heavy, cargo pants-covered bulge, his breath hitches, but he makes no move to touch her.  He doesn’t grab her and force her down, or tug hard on her hair. The polite man takes whatever she will give him. 

His eyes close completely and his hips buck just a bit when she runs a hand over his clothed groin, gives him a gentle squeeze. “How’s this, love?” She asks, unable to stop herself from laying a kiss on him. “Feels nice?”

His answering  yes is so low she can barely hear it. Nonetheless she unbuttons, unbuckles, unzips her way to- at last, victory. 

Surprisingly thick and as flushed as his face, his cock rests in her hands quite nicely. She gives him a few gentle tugs, eyes trained on how he tips his head back, how his chest somehow heaves silently. What would she have to do to make him give up his control? How far would she have to go? 

She settles on swallowing him down as far as he can go in one full swing. It’s alot to take, but she’s no quitter. He’s thick and heavy on her tongue-and his answering gasp is music to her ears. 

Breathing through her nose, she lets drool gather along him, running her hands along his twitching thighs. One of his shaky hands grabs hers- the other holds on for dear life to her squished (also Goodwill) couch pillow. She smirks around his cock, humming, pleased. His hips jerk at the sensation.  

She releases him, just for a second, wrapping a hand around him to keep him company. His hips are making desperate little bucking motions into her hand, clearly against his will. His eyes are unfocused and trained on his cock in her fist, but when her other hand squeezes his, he meets her gaze- dark eyes hold hers for only a few seconds before it clearly becomes too much. 

He shakes his head, tipping his head back, hips jerking when she begins to move her hand. He seems a bit less restrained, but not quite there yet. She swallows him down again, sighing through her nose,  like this is just what she needed after a long day, to hear his helpless muffled sounds. 

 Suddenly a big hand is on her head, against her cheek, not helpless after all. Mouth still hugging his cock, she looks up through slightly teary eyes- his face is that of a man holding on by a thread, panting and flushed. 

But there’s a gleam in his wine-dark eyes that wasn’t there before. So she generously lets him sink down to the earth beside her and crush his mouth to hers. And lay her on the carpet. And fold his body over her, covering her like her own night sky. 

And she lets him kiss his way down her clothed chest and belly, hiking her blouse up to her chin and unceremoniously tugging down the waist of her skirt, like fully undressing her would take too much time. 

He won’t reach under her skirt though or pull it down all the way- he just laves kisses against her tits like they’re not in a faded beige bra. Wanted to do this for ages, she barely hear him as he mumbles into the flesh of her hip. She wants more, though, she wants it all- his white hot tongue on her nipples, his hands on her waist and neck, his-

“Simon. Simon, c’mon.” Her hips squirm against his thigh. For Christ’s sake, his cock is still out, flushed at the head and twitching with every unconscious rut of his hips. 

“Fuck. Like it when you say it.” His lips meet hers again, and its good, so good, but she needs-

“Simon, come on, put it in. Inside.” She pants against his lips, feeling out of her mind, unable to formulate a real sentence. “Come on.” Her hand moves with a mind of its own down to where he’s hard and wants her. 

“In- in a minute, yeah?” He’s breathless and moving down, hiking her hips up to his face and- oh. 

He doesn’t work her up to it or tease her at all; he just dives in with his mouth already open. She’s wet down to her thighs already, but at the feeling of his tongue where she’s sensitive and wanting has her burying a scream behind her palm. 

His tongue runs circles over her clit and slowly a finger eases inside her where she’s slick and already clenching with the waves of an approaching orgasm. She clings to the carpet, but its not enough. Her hand travels to his hair and clenches hard- and he moans where his mouth is wrapped around her clit. Groaning louder than he did when she had her mouth on him. She tugs again, and he moans again. 

The corners of her mouth twitch up. “D’you- ah, ah- like that?”

No response from him other than dark eyes meeting hers even as he doubles his ministrations on her cunt. “Oh- god-” She moans at the feeling of his eyes on hers and drops her head back, feeling the waves rise again, higher and higher, until her orgasm snaps through her body. 

She isn’t even finished twitching before he’s climbing over her again, rutting into her hip, and shoving his tongue into her mouth- she takes it all with the gummy high that comes on after coming. 

“Fuck, can I? Please, love?” He pants into her mouth, thread of control long broken.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mere,” she says, kissing him and pulling hum closer. Wrapping her legs around his waist. Feeling the length of him prod at and then slip inside her, one unrestrained thrust at a time. 

“Fucking hell-” he moans desperately. He’s so heavy inside her she could weep. 

Sighing into his hair, she tightens her hold on him as he presses his hips to hers and grinds. “-Ah- sweet thing-”

She floats somewhere warm and comfortable as Simon pushes out helpless ah ah ah’s out of her mouth, and as his groans get heavier and his thrusts get faster, sloppier. Unable to move from under his weight, forced to recieve his biting kisses and panting praise of feels good, feels so good, so tight around my cock- 

“That’s it, Simon,” she says, dizzy with the force of his praise and his frantic thrusts, when he mumbles m’gonna come, love, please- “come in me, oh- take what you need, baby, give it to me-”

A flush of white hot heat deep in her as he groans against her lips, some desperate grinding as deep as he can go, and he’s done. Trembling on his elbows, shoulders shaking when she gently runs her nails between his shoulder blades and rubs a palm across the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. 

He’s still for a good while. She can’t really fully breathe with his whole weight pressed on her, but she doesn’t mind- it’s comforting. Like a weighted blanket, or maybe a very large cat. Eventually, though, the situation between her legs gets too uncomfortable to ignore. 

“Simon. Hey. I can’t breathe.” She pats his shoulder. The kids upstairs stomp and shout, a car honks outside. 

He doesn’t respond beyond his shoulders shifting as he breathes deeply. She nips at his ear, tugs at a lock of his hair. 

“Hmph?” he lifts his head up, shifts a bit, bleary eyes meeting hers.

“Hi. Did’ya fall asleep?” Her chapped lips stretch around her grin. He just looks so soft. 

He shifts onto his elbows, taking some weight off her. “No, I- I think I just- blacked out.” 

She laughs and watches his face face change from punch-drunk to something like exasperation, but fonder. 

“There y’are again. Always laughing.” His voice is tinged with humor but still quiet, as always. He buries his face in her neck. Hiding from her, she thinks. “What’s so funny, hm?” 

Don’t go back to hiding, she thinks but doesn’t say.  Instead, she giggles- “If you don’t want me to laugh, don’t be so sweet.” 

He scoffs, avoids her eyes, but his ears are tinted pink again. “Yeah, sweet like sour milk.” 

She runs a hand through his short, mussed hair, and hums. “Hm. No.” 

He pushes up to his knees, rubbing her bare thigh. She scrunches her nose at the feeling of him finally leaving her body. 

“Will you stay for dinner?” The words leave her mouth before she can reign them in. Before she has time to worry about his response, he slips an arm around her back, tilting her up. 

“C’mon.” His eyes are gentle, something behind them she can’t name. “Lets get cleaned up for dinner.”

[chaeminnieya]

im sorry but all the hints at soojin is killing MEEE I REALLY REALLY WANNA SEE SOOY/N MOMEMTS

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Pairing ・❥・ Seo Soojin x Seasons!Y/n

Warnings-> blood loss mention, diet mention, idk lmk what else

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Night walks with SooY/n

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“Soojin..” you whined as you held yourself close to her with your face nuzzled into the crook of her neck “it's cold.” You mumbled

She let out a soft laugh as she patted your head and softly moved you away “calm down you’ll live.” She muttered while you put your hand in the pocket of her puffer jacket

“The bridge is really pretty.” Soojin said while abruptly stopping, making you stumble “huh?” You mumbled as you stared at her, she was admiring the bridge, she pointed to it, wanting you to look at it but you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes from her.

“Isn’t it gorgeous?” She said while smiling, her gaze trained on the bridge

“Yeah, gorgeous.” You said while staring at her, wide-eyed, she always seemed to take your breath away

She turned to face you, making you jump and prompting a laugh from her “why were you staring at me?Do i have something on my face?” She said while quickly wiping her face with her sleeve making you softly laugh as you grabbed her face with both of your hands as you stared into her eyes

“It’s just..you’re so fucking beautiful.” You smiled while admiring her as her face heated up and she squirmed and slapped your hands away, practically ran away, heading to your destination leaving you smiling like an idiot

“Shes perfect.”

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Late night live with SooY/n

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“Is somebody in the room with me?” Soojin read quietly“Mhm” she said as she grabbed her phone and showed the viewers you, who was sleeping with your head on Soojin's lap, putting her phone back after she showed them.

“That’s why you’ve been whispering.” She read softly and nodded “Y/n couldn’t sleep and she wanted me to go to sleep with her but I needed to talk to you guys first, she was upset at first but now we’re here.” She smiled softly

After a few minutes of conversing with Never-lands, she suddenly froze, making the Never-lands flood the chat asking if she was okay she responded with a nod and whispered “Y/ns stirring, I'm scared she’ll wake up”

“Maybe i should end the live and go to bed..” she said contemplating her adoring fans or you, the answer was obvious

“Alright guys i have to go, byeee” she whispered as the live ended

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On stage with SooY/n

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You had been feeling out of it all day Soojin noticed but she kept silent, it was hard during this time of the month especially with the strict diet you followed so all the blood loss wasn’t really fun

All 7 (G)-idle members are practicing onstage, your dancing was sloppy and late, which Soyeon constantly pointed out

Miyeon moved to the middle as she sang “끊어진 인연의 미련을 품에 안고 안고”

Normally you loved your high note in HWAA but today you were dreading it, your voice cracked during every single line, you could barely hold your hands still without shaking, and you were constantly tripping

“시렸던 시간을 나를 태워간다.” You sang, pausing at the high note, you took a breath and the second you sang the high note your voice cracked, yet again

“Y/n, do you need to sit this one out?” Soyeon asked, irritated, not especially at you just irritated

You shook your head, immediately shutting the idea down.

You've performed the whole I BURN album and it went without a hitch, everyone's vocals were on point and the same goes for everyone's dancing.

And once again Miyeon moved to the middle as she sang “끊어진 인연의 미련을 품에 안고 안고”

You moved to the center“시렸던 시간을 나를 태워간다.” you continued.

you sang loudly with your eyebrows furrowed, it genuinely looked like it hurt to sing

The rest of the girls continued to sing and you were going to continue dancing but your body felt heavy, and it felt like gravity was pulling you down, you stumbled and tripped into Soojin’s arms

Her face dropped for a second and her siren-like expression changed into one of fear and concern but she went back to her normal expression as she held onto you and helped you dance.

Best believe that Soojin tore into you after the show

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Live after the show

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“Y/n Y/n Y/n” you read “what what what” you replied “Why did you perform even though you knew you weren't feeling good?!”you read with a shocked face

“Wow, even my fans are scolding me, Soojin already yelled at me so yeah.” you said while rolling your eyes and making a fist at them

“Soojin is really mad at me so she won't be on the live tonight, she went to sleep because she's angry with me, maybe I should go kiss her goodnight to apologize..?” you said with a smile.

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Bonus

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“Nah, she couldn’t have heard it.” You mumbled as you stared down at Soojin’s phone “no i think she did.” She whispered as she glanced around the room “Soojin’s scared that Soyeon is awake.” You said while rolling your eyes

“we should go back to the room.” She said while patting your leg, making you shake your head “its finee!”

Sooy/nsnumber1 - who is behind you?

“Behind?” Soojin mumbled, the two of you turned to see an annoyed Soyeon standing behind you both, the two off you let out a scream but it was cut off by the live ending

[zaimta]

彡TRANSCENDING LOVE

a/n- as y'all know i am in love this man like i would give it all up for franky, he's in his late teens early 20's in this bc he "dies" when he 26 apparently i had to google that one ngl the timeline probably off bc i haven't watch the entirety of water 7 in like 3 years

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

the two of you were inseparable, if anyone saw one of you on your own the townsfolk knew that the other wasn’t far behind. the two of you weren’t always like this though, he had an obvious crush on you for months. he would talk about you to whoever was willing to listen he swore you were the person he was going to marry.

he loved everything about you, from your brain all the way down to your personality he couldn’t get enough of you, just the mere thought of you drove him crazy. he often talked about you to tom and he was always met with the same response

“so what are you going to do about it? are you going to show some gusto and let them know how you feel or not?”

the same mini lecture would always get to him, he wanted nothing more than to make you his and to be yours. he wanted to be the one to hold your hand and cheer you up when you’re sad- he slapped his cheeks and groaned “dammit this ain’t like me…what am i supposed to do.” he spoke aloud to himself not expecting an audience “what’s going on franky?” he jumped at the sound of your voice, his face was flushed red "y/n what are you doing here?"

you giggled at his anticks "it's a beach franky, literally anyone could be here. plus we come here all the time." he scratched his head and looked away from you embarrassed "right yeah...so um y/n" he remembered tom's words, he took a deep breath and sighed, running away wasn't like him he couldn't cower away from you anymore, he turned around to face you and suddenly shouted "y/n! i like you alright! please be my s/o!"

your jaw dropped at his confession, even though his crush on you was clearly obvious you were the only person who didn't realize, you felt your face warming up "franky?"

he didn't think it was possible but his face got redder at this point he knew he was in way too deep there was no backing out now but he was also weak for you, getting embarrassed wasn't his thing but you had that effect on him "i uh" he clears his throat "i've liked you for a while now y/n, tom said i should have 'gusto' and admit my feelings so that's what i did!"

you snickered then clutched your sides laughing smiling wide at him, you tackled him into a hug causing him to lose his balance and fall, he cautiously wrapped his arms around you, and your faces were mere inches apart "of course i'll be your s/o franky." he smiled at you "it's just me and you doll."

that moment of bliss would soon become nothing more than a reminiscent memory.

iceburg tried his best to hold you back despite your screams and cries demanding that he lets you go, the more you screamed the tighter he held you "you idiot i can't let you go with him it's a death wish!" you couldn't see him but he as restrained you there were tears in his eyes also, he didn't know where was franky was going but he did know that he made a promise to him protecting you. unbeknownst to him it was the last promise he would make to his friend, and to conclude the disastrous day the sounds of your heart-wrenching screams as the sea train collided with your lover.

eight years have passed since that day, you were able to move on you were dating here and there but you couldn't find anything that lasted. it was crazy to think how much of an impact he left on you, he was the love of your life and you would give anything to see him again.

suddenly a man with blue hair walked into your workshop, you rose a brow "can i help you mr...?" his monotone face quickly turned into one filled with shock, his eyes looked you up and down taking you in. he looked at you as if he knew you, it was strange "y/n?" you looked at him confused and took a step back "do i know you?" the fact that he knew your name shouldn't have been shocking for you, you were a well-known engineer in water 7 so it figures he would have known who you were but you still couldn't shake the strange feeling in the back of your head.

"it's me franky." your eyes went wide and you backed up hitting a work table and knocking some of the tools off of it "no you're not franky is dead. he died eight years ago, if this is some sick trick of yours it's not funny leave my fucking shop." the stranger walked closer attempting to plead with you, as soon as he took a step forward you threw a wrench at him, he dodged it with a slight tilt of his head and sighed "what do i have to do to get you to remember me or at least believe me?!" he shouted, pain evident in his eyes "maybe getting the hell out of my shop" you wind up your arm to throw another tool.

"doll."

you dropped the tool you were holding and it made a loud clattering noise once it hit the floor "what...what did you say?" your voice was barely above a whisper as tears brimmed in your eyes. 'doll' was what he used to call you, he only used the nickname in private it was only between the two of you.

"that's what i used to call you right?" he took a cautious step towards you "the first time i called you that was when i asked you out and you accepted, you tackled me into a hug and we crashed onto the floor." tears flowed down your cheeks as he spoke "i hugged you tightly and i never wanted to let go" he took a few more steps and he was standing in front of you "i told you 'it's just you and me doll.'"

"who told you that..." you whispered softly

he gently pulled you into his arms and to his surprise, you didn't fight back "nobody told me, it's me doll. i don't know what you want me to say for you to believe me. do you want me to tell you your favorite color? or the time i fought iceberg over you even though he didn't have a crush on you" he chuckled at the memory.

"you fought him because he helped he out with my invention...our hands brushed when he handed me a tool and he smiled at me then you came over running and kicked him with a running start." you dryly chuckled "i missed you so much franky." you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him tightly, as you hugged him you felt metal you pulled back and gasped "i had to rebuild my body to survive" he knocked on his stomach with his finger the sound feedback was hollow and sounded like metal "if i wanted to see you again i couldn't just sit there and die." he cupped your cheek in his hand, you nuzzled into his hand with a soft smile.

"words can't descrive how much i missed you franky."

"i'm not goin anywhere doll, i promise."

[an-oddlyfluffycarpet]

okay SO y'know how in the FIRST first season Nya gets kidnapped by garmadon and kai joins the ninja to save her? What if he didn't go with sensei Wu cause "who TF are you and what do you want with my sister-" and he trys fighting garmadon on his own, nearly getting killed before Nya unlocks her water powers (instead of kai unlocking his fire powers) and escapes on her own, joining the ninja instead of kai, who goes back to their blacksmith business and just continues doing that, but in this au he's a good fucking blacksmith bc he had to be, and also he practiced when nya was off doing cool ninja stuff.

then when Lloyd enters the picture kai also comes back into it, as he found Lloyd in the desert while he was looking for the serpentine, and kai was just on a walk when he find him. Lloyd passes out bc of the heat and Kai's like wtf and brings him back to the shop, sending a letter to Nya cause she mentioned some dumb kid with a cool hoodie causing trouble and Lloyd fits that description pretty well. So after Lloyd wakes up, he gets time to just be a kid cause canon refused to give him that- and when the ninja pop by, Kai's like "yeah kids in the back. He's just reading some of your old textbooks, sis. you guys can come pick em up, except for you wu, you son of a-" and they pick him up, he's the green ninja, blah blah blah, anyhoo!- at the point in the show where Nya unlocks her water powers, instead, it's kai unlocking his fire powers! (Obviously with some changes to the season as a whole for that- cause fire doesn't do shit against ghosts-)

Anyhoo, it pretty much goes like-

"hey guys I'm gonna go see my brother." "oo! Can we come?" "I guess??? I'm going by train though, since he hates it whenever I just fly in on my dragon." "I'm sure it'll be fine if we just drop in near town, nya. No need for a train." (It wasnt. They got scolded for making kai fuck up an important order with their landing.)

But later, Cole, jay, and Zane are 'training' (playing) in the yard in front of the forge, and Kai's working on some stuff, when Lloyd bursts in through the door, hoping to scare someone- kai's shocked, and jumps back, right into the open flame he was working with. He gets up and everyone's staring at him in shock. Kai's like "what?" And they're all like "HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD-"

So someone runs and gets Nya, and they figure out Kai's the 'master of fire'. He's hesitant to join them at first, since he just found out he has powers and also has no ninja training whatsoever, but Nya finally convinces him, and he becomes part of the team. He already knows how to fight, and spends most of his time either in his cabin, or below deck in the makeshift forge he made. Just because he became a ninja doesn't mean he'd give up the family business!

And instead of Samurai X, there's some idiot in red running around with a sword ♡.

Anyways, y'know how earlier I mentioned how the season would be changed around a bit to fit this au? Yeah, heres most of the changes!!

Morro is still a dick, and he still possess Lloyd! Instead of kai fighting him, it's Nya, as her being Lloyd's big sis is more prominent. Water still is the only way to kill a ghost, but the preeminent is too big and too strong for even a tsunami to truly work. Nya passes out due to exhaustion and kai, who was technically there to deliver a set of armour to a customer, goes into protective big brother mode and sets the preeminent on fire- like, he sets the bits of Stix that she used as armour on fire since it's wooden, and manages to sink her via the pain of burning alive. Instead of the side focus on nya's training to become the water ninja, it's on Kai's struggles to seperate himself from work as a blacksmith, his feelings of never quite being enough compared to the other ninja, his fear of hurting people with his powers instead of helping them, and how he doesn't feel like he truly belongs, because of the bond the other ninja formed throughout the seasons. And unlike with Nya, Kai's not with them on their travels. He's in the blacksmith's shop. He doesn't get to see his little sis save the world, or risk her life day in and day out. He's not apart of their adventures until his fire powers are realized.

[hendolish]

back again!! any hendolish fluff when the other notices they’re having a bad day with no one else really noticing and gives them a hug!! my weakness is actually fluff.

jack grealish/jordan henderson | making a bad day better ♡

“Hey.”

Jordan says softly as though not to scare Jack as he speeds up to walk alongside him in between drills, “You okay?”

“Hmm?” Jack takes a moment to reply, as if his mind has wondered away elsewhere, then he seems to blink himself back onto the pitch, his smile only half-filling his face.

“I’m fine,“ He tells Jordan rather unconvincingly, going on when he raises a doubtful eyebrow at him with a laugh, “Don’t worry about it.”

That’s better.

Jordan thinks as he allows the joyful sound to wash over him, but as he watches Jack run ahead of him to start the drill again he knows something’s still not quite right.

He doesn’t manage to catch him again until the end of training, purposely walking slowly back towards the locker room as to allow Jack to catch up. When Trent notices what he’s doing, he just gives him a knowing grin and a pat on the shoulder before speeding off to catch up with Jude and the others.

“Alright?” He greets as Jack reaches him, having trailed behind after helping Steve collect some of the equipment they’d been using.

Jack offers a smile at him, almost as if he hadn’t realised Jordan was there, as they fall into step walking side by side, but it’s still weak and makes Jordan’s heart clench.

“Yeah. It’s just freezin’ innit?”

Nodding as he agrees, Jordan clutches his hands to his chest, glad he had remembered his gloves and extra layers today. Glancing over to the younger, Jordan soon notices Jack’s hands are bare and near-white where they’re bitten with cold. He hurries them through the last paces back inside then.

Jordan rips his own gloves off as he feels the warmth of SGP envelop him and immediately begins to feel the blood rushing back to his fingertips. When his senses have returned, he’s quick to grab onto one of Jack’s hands and is shocked to find it almost painfully cold to touch.

“Fuck.”

He mutters under his breath as his eyes dart across Jack’s face in concern, wondering how the younger can possibly look so fine.

“Uh, I can’t really feel ‘em at the moment so…”

“Here.” Jordan decides immediately, needing to do something about this so desperately as he grabs a hold of Jack’s other hand and slips both under his jumper to press against the warm skin at his sides.

The cold sensation makes him jump and his abs tense, but Jordan decides it’s all worth it when Jack seems to visibly relax. And when Jordan finally lets the younger’s hands go they stay exactly where they are, pressed up against Jordan’s skin, until they’re curling around his waist to find the heat in his lower back.

Jack’s closer now, smiling up at him with his teeth and his perfect hair spilling over his headband. Then he plants a kiss to Jordan’s lips that helps restore his warmth even further.

“Thank you.” He says softly, hands still curling against Jordan’s skin and making him grin like an idiot.

[jinnxd]

Not only was I just thinking about you and your fic just as you updated it, you also wrote Mizuki in a way that absolutely made me disgusted, it was too perfect. Like spot on with some of the guys that have hit on me and one I ended up dating. Absolutely gross, I loved it! Even though it made my skin crawl. Like fuck Mizuki, Orochimaru can have his body if you ask me. And I can't wait to absolutely melt when you get to the point of actually making Kiya and Kakashi date. Is fanfiction off of fanfiction a thing? Because I can imagine it now: they get together and everything around the same time as team 7 is formed, and then Naruto and Sasuke get assigned to team 7, and they gotta warm up to Kakashi one way or another, and he to them, and it all ends up in the most adorable family picnic. Or family vacation. Where Kakashi and Kiya are trying to have a romantic moment or two that the kids keep ruining because they're trying to have a dumb contest, the kind Kakashi and Guy regularly have. Meanwhile Kiya and Kakashi are working on a way to take down Danzo. And both of the boys end up overhearing that goal but never know the reason why they wanna do that. And also I headcanon sasunaru so Sasuke leaves after the exams anyway, and along the way realizes his feelings for Naruto run deeper and so he returns to his family. And Naruto realizes his feelings after training with Jiraya. Kakashi and Kiya are kinda weirded out but they've seen weirder things so it's fine. And as a family, they take down Danzo. But during the fight Danzo reveals what he wanted to do with Kiya which makes both kids rage so hard they don't even leave a single atom of him remain once he's dead. Is there a plot to this? Absolutely, it's called revenge and happiness because fuck Danzo and I want everyone else to be happy. Anyway sorry for rambling, THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE, and I love you baiii <3

omg… you were thinking about me?! hehe I’m blushingggg (*´ ˘ `*).｡oO ( ♡ )

I felt horrible writing Mizuki and Kiya’s interactions, but they’re really just all based on past experiences of mine :3 that and I just took every single revolting aspect I could think of and threw them all at him hehehe—self-proclaimed “alpha male”? Check. Constantly interrupts Kiya and refuses to take no for an answer? Check! Negs her at every possible turn? Check, check, check!!!

(AU headcanon: Mizuki is a die-hard Andrew Tate fan)

I feel like we’ve all had shitty experiences with shitty men before (like wtf why are they EVERYWHERE) so this chapter/Mizuki’s WHOLE character is a tribute to all the victims of shitty men (≧o≦) I sincerely hope that the guy you ended up dating did not last long at all, and I hope he got what was coming to him! No one deserves to be treated that way >:(

(but I admit I’m having fun with this—it’s like Mizuki is being put in a public stockade and we all get to throw rotten tomatoes at him :) in a way, it’s nice to see that he’s so widely hated, because WE ALL DESERVE BETTER!!!)

I can’t wait for Kakashi and Kiya to get together, either🤭 there’s been a tiny hint of progress, but there’s still a long way to go until they both stop being idiots and just KISS already 👺

The fanfic of a fanfic is ADORABLE, I love that so much :’) I just want them all to be happy, they deserve so much love <3

And as for the Danzo takedown, there are a million different ideas in my head that are floating around!!! It sort of drives me crazy because everything else has an outline, but Danzo’s demise is just one big question mark🙈 the goal is to have it be a team effort, give everyone a chance to get their revenge, y’know? But then in the meantime Danzo just gets to LIVE until Sasuke’s old enough to beat him up… AHHHH idk idk idk all I know is I want everyone to jump his old mummy-looking ass 😌

RAMBLING IS MY FAV, I LOVE RAMBLING!!! (as we can all tell, I physically cannot shut up… we’re barely halfway through the story and at almost 300k words… oopsie) DONT APOLOGIZE FOR RAMBLING!!!!! Thank *you* for this lovely lovely comment, it was a pleasure to read 🫶🫶🫶

SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE!!!! ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡

[fanaticsnail]

jumping up and down like a mad woman at the Kill Bill mention!!! I LOVE THOSE MOVIES! Still seeing as I've seen both of them already, Overboard seems like the next best option. Catch me watching it later and I'll send the same thing I did last time. I'll give you the same form of recommendations.

Three Idiots (2009) ⭐

Three best friends navigate the ups and downs of college life, facing school, love, and society as a whole. Years later, due to a bet, two of the friends reunite and go on a journey to find the other, meeting old friends and enemies along the way.

This is SUCH a comfort movie! The 3rd act gets a bit absurd but this film is honestly so funny and heartfelt. Of the ones on this list, I think i recommend this ome the most though it's up to you and your preferences. TW for suicide.

Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na (2008)

Best friends Aditi and Jai (A.K.A Meow and Ratz) are in love. Problem is, they don't know it. Adamant that they don't like each other, and with their parents ready for them to get married, the two decide to find partners for eachother. Told in flashback by members of their friend group while they wait to pick them up from the airport after the couple's honeymoon.

The way this movie would make an amazing fic lol. THE friends to lovers romance with an amazing soundtrack and, as is typical for this Era of movie, a semi absurd 3rd act.

Jab we met (2007)

Bubly Geet and pessimistic Aditya meet on a train and through a series of events, end up traveralveling together to Geet's hometown. While there Aditya gets roped into Geet's plan to elope with her boyfriend, but as the plan begins to unfold, the two realize they might have feelings for each other. Later, Aditya sets out to find Geet again but discovers something shocking.

Ooooh, this one is fun. I'd call this strangers to friends to lovers. Both Geet and Aditya are such fun characters and it's all just so amazing to watch! It does get a bit slow around the intermission, but stick around for the most interestingly framed hug scene ever. Also, Aditya kinda looks like Indian Cillian Murphy, but that's irrelevant.

Dangal (2016)

Based on the (dramatized) true sorry of sisters Geeta and Babita Phogat. This movie primarily follows the girls' father, an ex wrestler, as he trains his daughters to become wrestlers and compete in tournaments. He trains them despite their initial resistance but eventually trains them into accomplished wrestlers.

Okokokok I'm explaining this one badly but it's good, trust. At its core though, this is a sports movie so it's very sporty vibes, but with the occasional (surprisingly well done) emotional beat.

Take your pick, babe 💜

-♡♡

I love Kill Bill. It's really special to me. I have the yellow jumpsuit 🥹

Catch me attempting to get my dad (judo/Jiu jitsu instructor) to watch Dangal with me and my sister while I'm here 🥹. If not, I just gotta wait until I get back 😩. Three Idiots also sounds like my vibe.

Thank you for your movie recs, ♡♡. I can't wait to sink my teeth into them!

[eclairia-monarch]

Being Karasuno’s manager HC

My Haikyuu fever is back, please help

First Headcanon LEGGO

warning: none

Haikyuu Masterlist | Haikyuu Series Masterlist

honestly Karasuno is a pretty whacky but overall chill group

most of the time

save for Nishinoya and Tanaka

you joined as a manager when Shimizu approached you in your first year

you agreed because she was pretty i don’t make the rules here you wanted to expand your horizon and took up the challenge

you still remembered Nishinoya skiing on his knees and bowing in front of you

“✨ step on me ✨” he said

“how about i just use the floor 👌🏻”

the defeat from Date Tech that lead to the argument between Nishinoya and Asahi made you cry because you loved all of them so much and wanted them to just get along and share the burden

DON’T MAKE [Y/N] CRY YOU STUPID CROWS-

by the time your second year come around, aside from being known as “the flightless crow” and such, Karasuno boy’s VBC is also known to have the hottest and prettiest managers 🥵

literally have people snooping around, wondering what Karasuno VBC adds into your guys’ food and drink to produce beauties ✧٩(•́⌄•́๑)و ✧

but within your smol circle, you are known to be just a chill person, giving off an aura of the “cool kouhai” 

Nishinoya (when he isn’t simping for you) and yourself are pretty close friends and will go have lunch together occasionally

over time, you manage to won the first years over with your patience and become the second mom of the team because the first mom is just as chaotic

stupid arguments between Kageyama and Tsukishima?

[y/n] has been summoned <(｀^´)>

the four idiots making too much ruckus?

[y/n] has been summoned (°ㅂ° ╬)

honestly your stare is scarier than Daichi because they can literally hear "i know how to stitch mouths shut with needles and threads” going through your head when they go overboard.

the tiny smile on your face didn’t help like-

Shirabu who? we only know the scary [y/n]

but you are also the one that make sure they all stay healthy, and limit their training after Ukai leaves because rest is just as important 

but let’s be honest, Karasuno adores you from the moon and back

the third years appreciate your presence, and dadchi is always looking out for you if you ever need help with heavy lifting, since he sees you as his little sister. Sugawara will help you in any school work you weren’t sure, Asahi will help you with any fashion decision whilst Shimizu will go with you to shop

“KIYOKO-SAN! [Y/N]-CHAN!!”  ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

the usual cries of your fellow energetic idiotic friends, worshipping the dirt you step on 

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita make sure you stay in the loop if the simping duo are too dumbstruck to utter a coherent sentence when explaining about volleyball

they are also the one that help control their friends from jumping on you out of the blue

the two first year beanpoles having the fattest crush on you it’s not even funny

first off we have saltshakeshima Sneaky Tsukishima. snarky as he may be, he is always polite to seniors he respected, and that includes you. 

unlike Shimizu, you weren’t socially awkward and actually can hold productive conversations when need be, so he does speak to you off court

whenever you see how exhausted he gets, he is the first one you attend to. water bottle and clean towel in hand, ready for him to cool down

one time, he saw a Psittacosaurus charm on your gym bag and he just 

S T A R E S (ꆤ⍸ꆤ) 

he wants to know where the hell you even find it and he needs it ASAP

when you asked if he liked dinosaurs, blonde boi just

//blushes// 

but ever since then, he would subtlety hint for more dino talk by using them in everyday snarky comments

slick or not, as long as you laughed at his words, he just feel fuzzy inside

soon enough he learns that you just love animals and general geology and he couldn’t help but smile

discreetly

we all know he is secretly a softie

literally calls Akiteru nii-chan and was worried Yama was about to puke rmb?? SJDHSJAKALG what a Tsundere

dw, you got him a cute dino keychain for his birthday later on

it's his good luck charm now

then we have blueberryama Kageyama

PLEASE PRAISE HIM, BABY NEEDS AFFIRMATION 

he gets so jittery and blushy, his lips become awkward and squiggly whenever you say he is doing a good job ⁽⁽ ◟(灬 ˊωˋ 灬)◞ ⁾⁾

his next few sets are even more precise, just to show off and hear your compliments again

sometimes he will approach you for help in understanding his teammates, and in turn, try to learn and express himself properly

he hates it when you cater to Hinata’s requests and tries to insert himself into the conversation before dragging the tangerine away, not wanting the two of you to talk any longer

since you are quite athletic before becoming the VBC manager, stray balls are nothing to you

just S M A C K

you good. no concussions nor nose bleed to worry about when it came to the managers

y’all just talented and swift AF like that

during matches, Shimizu will record down what needs to be improve and the overall set scores but you will be the one to record down the detail plays for each rally, and take note of what your team is most comfortable in using the most to win a point

we love a hardworking manager the boys totally cried when they saw your notes

Ukai and Mr Takeda will always rely on you to keep the boys in check when out in public since they respect you so much 

the way you carry yourself in front of other schools is impressive. no eyes are sharper than yours, and no way are you easily approached by boys if they want your number because your team comes first

and they need to go to the court to warm up as much as possible

getting caught up by other guys asking for your number is a no-no for you because then it will just delay the time

When the team lose to Seijoh, you are the one that give everyone the tightest hug and remind them that there is still Spring High, and made sure everyone is eating well the next day if they are not 

particularly Kageyama and Hinata

you literally have to pull Kageyama out of his seat to even get his favourite milk carton

lmao boi fell in love with you even more 

totally didn’t stare at your interlaced fingers throughout his moping

when you and Shimizu approach Yachi for the first time, she thinks there are two goddesses heading her way

Tanaka make sure Taketora knows that Karasuno now has the holy trinity of managers blessing them

during Tokyo’s training camps, you are the one scurrying between various different gyms to check on the boys’ individual trainings, and take note on their improvement before updating Ukai and Mr Takeda 

also self proclaimed Yachi protector

bless that angel, she clings onto you when she feels stares directed your way, not realising the stares are because of you

but when she did realise it, Hitoka either freaks out and apologise for hindering your radiance before running away

or gasps dramatically and just run away, not wanting your potential new fans to kill her for being in the same breathing space as you

"Hitoka-chan, you’ll get hurt if you run like that!” you always warn and chase after her before another stray ball flies her way

definitely gets along with Yukie the most because food is love, food is life and since Yukie is planning to be a nutritionist, you learn a lot from her as well ʕっ˘ڡ˘ςʔ

barbeque? more like a buffet of hot men and hot meat like???

let’s just say one ‘excuse me’ from you and everyone stops their meal to top your tiny plate with the best grilled meat and pour refreshment for you

“but i can’t finish these…” you mumbled.

you went around and personally feed the boys

it was a hot day so you keep the drinks for you and the other managers

4 simps had just expanded into an army of simps

you stay up with Yachi and Shimizu to research on your opponents

files of information thiccer than my ass just for the crow bois

your heart stopped when Tanaka and Daichi collided into each other, and brought your captain to the infirmary. you strictly told the nurse to make sure Daichi was A-Okay

when Tsukishima block Ushiwaka:

(੭ ˃̣̣̥ ㅂ˂̣̣̥)੭ु “TSUKKIIIIIIIIIII” proud mama manager has never been prouder

almost faints when Tsukishima injure himself against Shiratorizawa and rushes him to the infirmary with Akiteru

the nurse immediately know what she had to do to avoid your surveying glare after your visit with Daichi before

“you have a very sweet manager, eh, Tsukishima-san” the nurse teases when you hold Tsukishima’s hand and told him to calm down, to trust his team to hold the fort

The salt king Tsukishima Kei glows pink

Akiteru wants you as his sister-in-law

His lil bro’s wingman from now on

remember how i just said you couldn’t be prouder? LIES

You cry so hard when you see the ref indicating Karasuno’s victory against the Shiratorizawa and proceeds to be placed in the nationals

hugs? too sophisticated for that moment. major dog pile i tell you.

Karasuno has finally show Japan why they are worthy of being a powerhouse and you, as the manager, swelled with pride - the pride you ALWAYS had.

You laugh with them, you cry with them and you train with them

you are an integral part of the team

Karasuno will never trade you for anything in this world and if you ever shed a tear

Rip to whoever offended you, the crows are about to peck them to death

[xaefanfictions]

Blunt Kiss || Keishin Ukai x Reader

"You barely could contain your emotions when Karasuno won this crucial match against Nekoma."

Genre: Fluff, with a soft coach Ukai.

Word count: 1.029 words.

Today was the last day at the training camp before your volleyball team would come back to Karasuno, and the players from the different teams organized a final non-official tournament. Your "babies" won every game, and they were now going to play THE decisive match, hence why you were shaking with anticipation.

You had only met them two months ago when your best friend, Keishin Ukai, asked demanded you to become his volleyball team's assistant coach. Mostly because he needed someone to train his apprentices whenever he had to work at his mother's store, but also because he secretly wanted to spend more time with you. But all of these practice sessions got you closer to them, and it didn't take long for you to appreciate them like a proud parent.

"Hey, calm down," chuckled Keishin, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette as he sat on the bleachers by your side. "Geez, you look as tense as a thong !"

You snorted and lightly hit him with your elbow. "Dude, how can you not be nervous? Like, it's our beautiful and precious babies against the nasty stray fucking cats from Nekoma! It's THE match we can't lose !"

"First of, "your babies"? And second, I'm nervous too. I'm just not as dramatic as you are." He huffed at the sight of your now pouting face.

"You should blame my mother for making me overemotional, not me !" He held his hand out for you to take a puff of his tobacco as an apology. "Keep your cancer to yourself, you stupid twerp," you grumbled, crossing your arms.

He rolled his eyes, but before he could add anything else, the designated arbiters announced the beginning of the competition. You held tight onto your seat, biting on your bottom lip both because of excitement and pressure. Your blond-haired friend glanced at you and softly smiled, then gave his instructions to his dear players.

～*～♡～*～♥～*～♡～*～♥～*～♡～*～♥～*～♡～*～♥～*～♡～*～

The situation was now critical.

The end of the second set was close, with both teams having 23 points each.

You were shivering, your lip almost bleeding from how hard you had been chewing on it. You were still hopeful: maybe, just maybe, with a lot of luck and even more effort, there was still a chance to win.

Meanwhile, the coach sitting by your left looked like he was about to brutally attack any player from Nekoma that would dare score a point. He stayed there, his arms crossed, his pursed lips nearly crushing the cig he had stuck in his mouth earlier, and his left leg bouncing up and down.

Once you noticed it, you placed your hand on his thigh, your eyes still locked on the ball. During high school, when Keishin was anxious, you would place a hand on his back or his shoulder, and it always seemed to calm him down. The gentle and comforting touch of his team manager was all it used to take to soothe him. He glimpsed at your soft hand on his pants, his brain cursing at his heart for making him want to intertwine his fingers with yours like a lovestruck idiot.

"HOLY FUCK, YOU'VE SEEN THIS SHIT ?!" Before he could do anything, he got interrupted by your poetic bellow, which made his eyes dart from you to the court, then at the score: 24-23.

"ANNOYING ORANGE AND THE MILKMAN ARE DOING THEIR WEIRD ATTACK AGAIN !" You beamed, shaking him by the shoulders with vigor. You two immediately turned back to the play, yelling encouragements at your athletes and eventually calling the other team "pussies". And ultimately, after a few more minutes of unbearable suspense...

Tsukkishima blocked the "Tanaka-like dude but from Nekoma" 's spike (as you called poor Yamamoto).

You jumped from your seat, screaming like a maniac, as Keishin fist-bumped the air and joined you in complete tumult. You felt overwhelmed, so overwhelmed that you needed urgently to get these emotions out of your system somehow.

You euphorically grabbed the blond-haired man's cheeks and crashed your lips against his. You felt his breath hitch and his whole body tense before the heat of his face transferred onto your skin.

You pulled away, immediately sprinting towards Tsukkishima to tackle him into a strangling hug, leaving behind you a red and flustered coach Ukai, shocked yet very pleased by the faint taste of your lips ghosting on his as he tried to catch his breath.

After you were done asphyxiating the middle blocker, squeezing every other player from Karasuno, and giving the middle finger to the opposite team's coach, you ran back up to your friend and threw yourself in his arms.

"I'm so proud of them, Kei !" You giggled happily, not even realizing what had actually happened. "Kei ?" you lifted your head up, confused as to why he wasn't saying anything nor moving at all. His bewildered brown eyes drowned into your bright (e/c) ones, his lips slightly parted, and his breathing way faster than before.

"I want more," he murmured. It took you a couple seconds to realize what you did earlier and what his words meant."Y-You... You want-" He cut you off by suddenly removing the cigarette from his mouth and pulling you close by the hips to give you another kiss, this time a more intense one.

You shivered a bit, then your hands slowly reached his hair, twisting his blond locks between your fingers as one of his hands traveled from down your back up your spine, closing the gap between you. You melted in his warmth and deepened the embrace, allowing his tongue to meet yours in a passionate brawl.

You two broke apart, almost gasping for air. Keishin snickered, panting a bit before he ruffled your hair. "You know, you're a shit kisser."

You whipped your head up, glaring at the male. "Go fuck yourself, Keishin." You immediately regretted your words as soon as you saw the smug look on his face, a foreshadowing of what he was about to reply.

"Heh, if it's by you, then sure."

"KEISHIN-"

"By the way, remind me to thank your mom for making you overemotional next time I see her."

(A/N: Why do I feel as if this is the worst thing I have ever written? It's so freaking stupid I swear to the gods-)

[xpao-bearx]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! 18+ only, minors please DNI 🔞

《Original Post HERE》

《EDIT: Updated Post HERE》

My First Kinktober 2021 Prompt: FACE FUCKING

Fandom: Haikyu!!

Pairing/s: Tsutomu Goshiki x Shoyo Hinata

Goshiki's been having a difficult time dealing with his budding feelings for Hinata during the Shiratorizawa training camp, and they always end up in a rather...compromising situation.

NOTES: I never really thought much about Goshiki before, but seeing his interaction with Hinata during the Shiratorizawa training camp arc was super cute and made me wanna write for this sadly underrated ship ❤ I also took a lil bit of inspo for this oneshot from THIS incredible doujinshi (the site is safe, but just a warning that there's some occasional porn pop-ups tho they can easily be removed)! \(^o^)/

Goshiki watched as Hinata spoke animatedly with Kogane, his brown eyes sparkling as he and the big boned setter seemed to share the same braincell with just about everything.

As he continued to stare absentmindedly at the energetic tangerine, Goshiki fought the overwhelming urge to walk over and just possessively wrap his arms around Hinata from behind. Pull him close, cling on tightly to the shortie then glare daggers at that giant with the weird hair as a silent threat to stay away from what's his.

He shook his head, quickly snapping away from such wild ideas and was just about to exit the gym before Hinata's cheerful voice cut through.

"Goshiki!"

He instantly froze, somehow his poor heart stopping AND racing a mile a minute at the same fucking time. He clenched his fists, stiffly turning his head to find Hinata bounding up to him like an excited little puppy.

"C'mon, don't go yet! Didn't you promise yesterday that you're gonna stay with us for practice and do your awesome super-straight line shots?!" Hinata beamed.

And dammit... How can Goshiki ever deny Hinata? With a face like THAT? So cute and happy, pining for HIS attention?

Goshiki raised his nose, placing his arms akimbo on his waist as a proud grin reached all the way up to his ears. "Well, if you're that desperate to see my skills, then I guess I can stay for a few minutes."

Hinata cheered, suddenly jumping up and giving Goshiki a big hug. It only lasted for a few seconds before Hinata pulled away and ran over to Kogane and the rest to exclaim that Goshiki will be joining them.

Only mere seconds, and yet it was enough to make Goshiki combust as his whole body flushed a bright crimson and it felt as if smoke was seething out of his ears.

Fuck... At this point, as whipped as he was for the Number One Decoy, he can stay for the rest of the night if Hinata ever so wanted it.

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"Well, I'll be going now!" Hinata grinned once he and Goshiki were outside, waving his hand. But before he could walk away, Goshiki's hand moved of its own accord as he reached out and grabbed Hinata's shoulder to halt his tracks.

"U-Umm..." Goshiki stammered. Shit, he didn't think this far. All he wanted was just to spend more time with him, and like a damn idiot his body took control faster than his brain could make up a pathetic excuse.

"What's up, Goshiki?"

Goshiki cleared his throat, abruptly pulling his hand away from Hinata as if he had just been burnt. "I-I just wanted to say..." He mumbled, not making eye contact as his cheeks blossomed red. "Since the coach is not here now...y'know...y-you can probably sneak into the cafeteria and eat dinner with us."

'Nice save!' He thought to himself.

"Ah!" Hinata perked up before he quickly deflated. "I'd love that, but it's gonna take a while for me to get home if I have dinner here. It's okay, I can just grab some meatbuns on the way back!"

"Oh..." Goshiki muttered, visibly disappointed. "I see..."

Hinata blinked, puzzled by Goshiki's reaction before realization dawned on him. "Oh! Unless..." His voice dropped an octave, leaning in to whisper so that only the taller boy could hear. "You mean...THAT kind of 'dinner'?"

Goshiki's brows furrowed before he also realized what Hinata meant, eyes widening as he shook his head. "No, I just--"

"Let's go!" Hinata cut him off, grabbing his hand as he led him away.

Goshiki could so easily break away from Hinata's hold. He was so much bigger and stronger than Karasuno's Number Ten, it would be no problem at all for him to just let go. Let go and say that wasn't what he meant. Let go and bid his farewell. Let go and run back inside to have dinner.

But... He knew, deep down, that this particular dinner was so much better than anything he could ever have.

"I think here will do!" Hinata's words snapped him back to reality, seeing that they were behind the school building. Goshiki's back was against the wall, and Hinata spent no time at all to drop down to his knees in front of him.

Just the simple sight was enough to make a certain body part of Goshiki throb, all ready and set to go.

This has been going on for quite a bit now, ever since Hinata first complimented his line shots. And since then, he knew he just HAD to have this crazy and goddamn adorable redhead in whatever means possible.

Goshiki honestly couldn't remember how this kind of strange relationship even started, but he knew enough that it meant nothing to Hinata. After their first hook-up, Hinata was as chipper as ever and just said that it was a great way to release some tension.

Tension... Maybe Hinata felt differently, but for Goshiki it was SO much more than just that.

But he was a slave to his body, and he really couldn't complain as Hinata ever so eagerly pulled down Goshiki's shorts and boxers. A gasp escaped his pretty little lips; despite already seeing Goshiki's cock numerous times, Hinata was still so impressed at the sheer size of it.

Hinata wrapped his hand around Goshiki's cock, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly as his hand couldn't even fit around the whole girth of his opponent's shaft. Then, without wasting another precious moment, he leaned in and licked the tip of Goshiki's member that was leaking with precum.

"A-Ah, fuck..!" Goshiki groaned, fighting the urge to shut his eyes from the pure ecstasy. He wanted to stay alert, to watch and burn this fucking perfect memory into his mind forever. And they haven't even started yet, but already he felt like bursting.

Hinata's beautiful brown eyes looked up at him, all hazy and dark with lust. Slowly, he opened up his mouth and took Goshiki in. The action made Goshiki gasp sharply, throwing his head back as he felt himself being engulfed by such a heavenly warmth and wetness.

"S-Shit, that's it..." He panted, one of his hands reaching down and gripping the back of Hinata's head while his other was placed on the wall behind him for support. "Suck my dick like a good fucking slut."

"Mmph..!" Hinata's response was muffled by Goshiki's cock, the dirty talk exciting him. His own cock was pressing against his pants, twitching and aching so painfully for release. But Hinata was a good boy; he was going to put Goshiki's pleasure first before his own.

Hinata began to bob his head while his hand stroked the length of Goshiki's cock that he couldn't reach, his eyes never once straying as he watched Goshiki's face and his expressions intently like he would an interesting volleyball match. Low grunts and soft whines were helplessly spilling out of Goshiki and Hinata felt so damn powerful knowing that he was the cause of his rival's undoing.

"Dammit, Hinata..." Goshiki breathed raggedly. "Not enough."

Hinata didn't have time to react as Goshiki suddenly pushed Hinata's head forward with his hand, Hinata's eyes becoming as wide as dinner plates as he felt Goshiki's cock hitting the back of his throat. He couldn't even cough, his mouth completely stuffed by Goshiki.

"That's it, slut..." Goshiki chuckled, his voice low and husky as he smirked down smugly at Hinata. Fuck, Hinata looked so damn sexy with the way his eyes grew big and how teary they got. "Just stay still and let me fuck your pretty little mouth."

And Hinata did. Goshiki began thrusting, animalistic growls escaping him as he practically jack hammered into Hinata's yearning hole. Hinata had half a mind to pull away--wheeze for air--but he didn't. Because as hard as it was, the debauchery of it all was so much more intense.

It was utterly addicting and Hinata wanted MORE of it.

Hinata's wanton moans reverberated throughout Goshiki's cock as he mercilessly fucked his face, and nothing else fucking mattered. Both of Goshiki's hands were now tightly gripping Hinata's hair as he freely did what he wanted, slamming his cock down Hinata's throat as deep as he could and prolonging it for several seconds before he'd pull back and then roughly tug Hinata forward by the hair to take him in again.

"Fuuuck, I'm gonna cum..!" Goshiki moaned loudly, a laugh bubbling out of him as he stared down at Hinata with a condescending grin. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You want me to fill your slutty fucking mouth with my cum, huh, whore? You want me to cum so fucking much, enough to make you choke?"

Hinata couldn't speak. He could only nod, the enthusiasm of his action and the way he moved his head finally bringing Goshiki right to the edge.

"Then fucking TAKE IT..!" Goshiki shouted, pushing Hinata's head forward again. Hinata's cries were strangled, Goshiki's cock completely enveloped inside Hinata's mouth. His senses were heightened as he could feel every drop of Goshiki's semen shoot out, going down his throat.

Goshiki stayed still, totally enraptured as he watched Hinata take it all like a champ. Finally, Hinata pulled away. He was coughing, grateful for the air that was at last filling his lungs again.

Seeing Hinata gasp and his whole body shake from such extremity made Goshiki feel as if a shit ton of bricks fell on him. He immediately felt bad, dropping down on the ground to be at Hinata's level.

"Shit, Hinata, I'm really so--" He couldn't finish as Hinata suddenly smashed his lips against Goshiki's. And just like that, everything else soon faded away again and he didn't even fucking care if he could taste himself on Hinata's mouth.

Goshiki leaned back against the wall, Hinata straddling his lap and Goshiki's hands placed on Hinata's hips. Their tongues fought for dominance, some of Goshiki's cum sliding into his own mouth and he could feel himself rapidly getting aroused again as Hinata grinded slightly on his crotch.

Then, Hinata broke away. Both of them were panting and were as red as Tendo's hair, eyes full of desire as they stared each other down.

It was Hinata who broke the spell first.

"T-Tomorrow..." He started, voice trembling. "It's the last day tomorrow..." He leaned in, his hot breath fanning against Goshiki's ear as he whispered. "Can we...go all the way?"

Goshiki gulped, a shiver running down his spine. He wrapped his arms around Hinata's waist and nuzzled into the crook of the shorter boy's neck, not skipping a beat in answering.

"Do you even need to ask?"

Fuck... He really WAS whipped for Shoyo Hinata.