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06. don’t blame me

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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how they kiss you: part one

Clone force 99:

character(s): Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo

genre: fluff, romance, crack (kinda)

overview: this is literally just how the boys would kiss you. literally just that.

warning(s): Tech doesn’t know how to kiss, Crosshair is a freak, (jk, he just gets a lil spicy with it), mentioned of making out, slobber, Hunter’s a lil suave, sexual innuendos, references and implications of smut

Hunter:

-okay, but he’s such a gentleman while doing it?

-it depends on his mood really, and what the occasion is.

-Hunter doesn’t overdo kisses, but out of all of them, he is the one who probably will give the most (besides Wrecker, ahem.)

-He’ll kiss you when you wake up, when you make him food, right before he leaves, and when you go to bed.

-Unless he’s feeling a little… ahem. Y’know. A lil teasing that day

-His kisses are deep but short. Enough to make you blush but also leaving you yearning for more

-he’s a lil tease, but if you pout about it, he’ll just send you that boyish smile and give you another one

-”don’t gotta miss me that much, mesh’la,”

-yeah. That’s him..

-Hunter probably has somewhat chapped lips, (as most clones), but not to the point where they scrape yours. And they’re also somewhat thin (like most clones), so basically, they’re not that different from a regs

-except they’re a bit plushier, if that makes sense

-his stubble WILL scratch against you

-he’ll rarely give tongue unless he’s feeling a little freaky and has the intention on, well, y’know.

-”spread those legs, mesh’la,”

-yeah, y’know, the fun stuff

-so yeah.

-kisses are like a 10/10, would recommend

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Tech:

-SO AWKWARD.

-sorry Tech lovers, but like. We’re talking about the Tech, the one who can’t understand or take hints whatsoever…

-a NERD.

-he’s such a virgin, smh

-but like… a subtle virgin, ykwim?

-you wouldn’t know he was a virgin. Like, you literally wouldn’t.

-until you kissed him and he expressed his shock and stated that this was an ‘interesting development.’

-”....fascinating. Do it again. This time I’d like to record the acceleration of our heart rates and the texture of your lips against mine. Allow me to retrieve my datapad–”

-yeah. Like. It’s either the most hottest thing hearing him talk all smart after the kiss or the most ‘dude, are you serious’ kinda thing.

-Tech is not really a kisser, but a pecker

-they’re not frequent, but they’re enough for you to still kinda expect them, yk?

-his kisses are chaste and respectful. Never awkward, but usually quick.

-such as, a kiss on your knuckles or your temple or hair. Tech doesn’t go for lips, but he doesn’t mind if you initiate those to him and he will depending on the mood you or him are in

-i actually like to think his lips are actually kinda soft. Not like, baby smooth, but soft.

-i don’t think he gets needy for them, but there are times where he really just wants to feel your lips on him

-he loves the texture and the warmth.

-he won’t really ask though.

-it’s more for ‘experimentation’, in his words.

-”I’d like to explore this further with you. This time, can you kiss me a little bit firmer?”

-7/10 in the beginning, but Tech learns quickly and is extremely observant, and soon learns exactly where to nip, suck, bite, lick, and kiss.

-just give him a little more lessons

-for science, of course

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Wrecker:

-okay guys

-he is NOT as innocent as he looks, i’m sorry

-respectful, yeah. Gentle, yeah.

-but INNOCENT?? Yeah, no.

-have you seen that deleted scene in clone wars with the Padme art?

-”Yeah, she could negotiate with me any time!”

-erm. Guys.

-and that translates in his kisses.

-he’s not shy whatsoever.

-gentle, of course, but you want him to be rough?

-oh, he’ll be rough.

-okay, let me backtrack, so when y’all are still new to a relationship and all that, he’s nervous. Holds you like glass and kisses you like he’s unsure if he even wants to.

-he was scared. He knows he’s a big guy, and doesn’t wanna hurt you.

-but once you get to that point in your relationship with a lotta reassurance and carefulness and praise and teasing

-my man is most definitely a tank

-and packing one too– ahem.

-he kisses a lot. Anywhere. Kinda worships you with his mouth, lips, tongue and all. Take that as you will.

-his kisses are passionate. Deep. Like his love for you, but they can also be gentle. Soft.

-Large hands will come and cradle you or hold your hips in place, he loves picking you up when you kiss.

-his lips are different, they’re PLUSH. Plump, and bigger than his other brothers. Fully cushioned. It’s nice.

-”Hey! One more, baby! Miss ya already!”

-he’s actually a good kisser. Like, you’ll be starstruck

-and he’ll be giggling

-the type to be giggling and grinning into the kiss

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Crosshair:

-holy. Where do I even start with him.

-he’s smooth. Annoyingly so.

-the type to kiss you to shut you up

-out of all his brothers, I feel like he gets hit on the most when he’s out and about.

-it’s just cuz he’s ‘mysterious’

-he’s actually never really interested, unless he’s feeling rather frisky and pent up

-when he’s not being angsty and emo, he’s actually low-key kinda flirty with you whenever moments like that actually do pop up.

-and you better believe, all his kisses include tongue.

-you go in for a kiss, that’s you asking for a makeout session, and if he’s feeling mischievous, he’ll tear away and walk away leaving you a breathless and yearning and hot and bothered mess.

-”So desperate for me and all I did was kiss you.”

-BULL. That’s bull. He knew what he was doing.

-there are moments where he’ll be gentle with you though. Usually when he feels vulnerable.

-others, they’re rough yanks to him. Hand on the back of your neck and slamming his lips on yours.

-tongue swiping over your bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth, soothing it with his tongue again before licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue once or twice.

-messy and they lead to a messy bed afterwards too.

-most definitely a lil freaky

-and guess what? Despite having one of the thinnest lips, they’re baby smooth.

-wanna know why? Skincare.

-he’s obsessed with it. What a princess.

-yet he still looks sixty.

-not down below.

-definitely doesn’t feel like one.

-anywho, that’s not the topic, so he has really soft lips and knows how to use them

-WILL smirk into the kiss

-cocky bastard

-100% recommend if you wanna get laid.

-”Careful what you’re asking for, doll.”

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Echo:

-my sweet baby

-i love him sm

-he’s shy in the beginning, but so gentlemanly

-his kisses really express his love for you. Every emotion, every feeling is poured out into that kiss.

-whether it be I love you, I missed you, I’ll be back, be safe, don’t be back too late,

-yeah.

-they’re deep and firm and gentle, but not timid

-he is NOT shy of his love for you

-one arm around your waist, his bionic hand cradling the back of your head, it’s so sweet

-he loves cupping your face with his flesh hand while kissing you

-he just loves the contact

-kisses are frequent, but not too

-he loves dancing with you and dipping you into a kiss.

-cliche, but Echo is an old-school romantic, believe it or not

-swaying around you, spinning you with a warm smile on his face, pale brown orbs glowing gold as he looked at you,

-”you’re beautiful,”

-and it’s a soft-spoken promise as he presses his lips to yours

-he does have cold lips, but it’s a nice feeling against your warm ones

-please pepper his cold skin with kisses, he’ll be a puddle for you and feel so loved, (and warmed up.)

-anywho, he doesn’t have that much experience, so teach him, because he’d love to learn.

-all in all, he just loves you so much–

-so sweet

-”Love you, angel. C’mere, lemme give you another one.”

Last Man Standing

Summary: You make a bet with Daryl.

Pairing: S9! Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: pwp, smut: fingering, masturbation, public sex? Not really but they’re in someone’s house, pet names (baby, pretty girl, darlin’), kissing, gripping back of throat, panty sniffing, pinv, quickie, mdni, if I missed anything let me know not proofread

Notes: this was requested by @wishyouloveme. I am so so so sorry it’s taken me so long. Writers block and real life troubles are a bitch. Thank you for your patience, and although I know this isn’t my best work, I hope you enjoy.

When you first met Daryl Dixon, the rugged archer of Rick Grimes’ group, you had been face to face with a walker who was just looking to eat your face. One shot of a piercing arrow through the back of the skull, and Daryl had single handedly saved your life. As repayment, you invited him and his group to join your home — Alexandria.

Since then, you’ve stuck to him like glue.

The Grimes’ group settled in nicely at Alexandria, and it wasn’t long before you struck up a relationship with Daryl.

That had been six months ago, and the two of you were still in what the other towns folk called “the honeymoon phase”. PDA was high, fights were extremely low.

Currently, the two of you are cuddling in your shared bed, when you ask, “Wanna make a bet?”.

You watch as Daryl turns towards you, questions brimming in his blue eyes.

“Wha’ kinda bet?” He grumbles, his voice raspy. Your thighs clench at his voice, heart racing with what you’re about to propose.

“The naughty kind. If you can go a… week,” you begin. “Without touching me — no holding hands, kissing, or having sex.”

Daryl huffs, “What?”

You swallow thick saliva coating your tongue, rubbing your palms on your jeans. Daryl’s staring at you with such intensity.

“You heard me. If you can go a week, we can do that thing you want to try.”

The thing, being a position Daryl wanted to try that you weren’t too sure about. It had seemed too complicated when he explained, but the more you thought about it, the more the idea had excited you. Thus, it was the perfect reward if he could win the bet.

“And if I lose?”

You think for a moment, not really sure. The bet was honestly just a way to see how long he could go without you. So you decide on something easy.

“I get to be on top, next time! It’s been ages.”

Daryl doesn’t hate — far from it, with the way you leave him a whimpering mess — when you’re the dominant one in bed, but he does prefer to be in control.

Daryl grunts, “Don’ really know why ya wanna do this, but yer on.”

You grin; Daryl can never resist a ‘challenge’.

You wake up, curling on your side and reaching to grab Daryl. Only, your hand meets thin air and a cold mattress. Your eyes snap open, and for a minute you panic.

Where is he? Why is he not with you?

But then you remember; the bet. Last night Daryl slept on the couch, and he’ll continue to do so until your challenge is over with.

You press your palms to your eyes, breathing in the stale air. Right at this moment, you wish you hadn’t even made the bet.

Getting up, you don’t bother with dressing in your work (which are really just a tee shirt and jeans) clothes before you’re rushing downstairs. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see him sprawled on the couch.

“Daryl?” You call, voice soft, but it still makes him jolt awake. Ever since you’ve known him, he’s been a very light sleeper. You kind of have to, to survive an apocalypse.

His eyes are blurry before they focus on you, and he grunts his acknowledgment.

“Ya?”

“I missed you,” you say, eyes roaming his form.

He never wears a shirt to bed, and you can see his muscles and the dark dusting of hair on his pecs leading down to his happy trail. Your tongue flicks out to run along your bottom lip.

Daryl’s eyes narrow, “I know what yer doin’.”

“An’ what’s that?” You say, watching as he gets up from the couch and slowly stalks over to you, his eyes heavy lidded. He leans towards you, but never actually touches you.

“Tryna seduce me. Ain’t gon’ work, though.”

And with that, he leans away from you with a smirk.

Well played.

On the second day, it went much like the first. You tried to tempt Daryl, but he was still holding strong.

And you? You were fucking miserable. So pent up with need for your boyfriend, that it was driving you mad. Your cunt was aching, and all you wanted was to jump Daryl’s bones. Why did you think this bet was a good idea?

It’s not until the third day that Daryl breaks.

You’re both at a party hosted by Michonne to celebrate Rick coming back. Truly, it was something to celebrate. And while Daryl was trying to pay attention as Rick retold the years of his service in the CRM, it was hard when you looked good enough to eat. You’re wearing one of the only good dresses you have. The color is beautiful, making your skin pop.

Similarly, you can’t stop staring at Daryl. He looks good. He always does, but there’s something about him right now that’s setting your heart aflame with desire. Maybe it’s the fact that his eyes are dark with lust, or maybe it’s the way his bottom lip is subtly tucked between his teeth. Either way, when he looks you up and down slowly, eyes staying locked on your legs longer than they should have, you can’t take it anymore and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

The house has two bathrooms — one on the main floor, small and near where everyone’s gathered, and one on the second floor. The second floor bathroom is tucked away, and there shouldn’t be anyone going up there. You decide on that one, taking the steps slowly and ignoring the way that every walk makes your thighs press against your throbbing nethers.

The bathroom is clean, and in your lustful haze you forget to lock the door behind you. You lean against the countertop, and your hands trail up and down your body. You want to take your time, you’re so pent up, but you know you can’t. Your fingers trail lower and lower, under your dress and then up, up until they reach your panties.

Your fingertip presses against the wet fabric, right where your slit is. You shiver at the contact, and tip your head back against the mirror while pulling your underwear to the side.

Just as you slide one of your fingers into yourself, a cough rings out.

You whip your hand out from under you and snap your eyes open, face burning in embarrassment. But it’s only Daryl. And if his tented pants are anything to go by, he liked what he saw.

“Don’ stop on my account, baby,” he says, voice thick and heady with desire.

You swallow a thick glob of saliva, and narrow your eyes at him.

“Why don’t you come over here and help?”

Daryl raises an eyebrow, and turns to lock the door before he crosses his arms and leans against the frame.

“Can’ do tha’, don’t wanna lose the bet,” he replies. You huff, but shimmy off your drenched panties. Once they’re off, you throw them at Daryl, who quickly catches them with one hand. He brings them to his nose, and with eyes on you, sniffs them languidly. Your eyes flutter at the sight, and that’s all it takes for you to hike your dress above your hips so he can get a good view of you.

“Fuck, darlin’, can see how wet ya are,” he mumbles, the crotch of your panties still held to his face. A pit of desire continues to bubble within your lower abdomen, and you thrust a finger within the depths of your cunt. Your back arches, a quiet moan falling from your lips.

When you open your eyes, you lock onto Daryl’s erection. It’s straining against the stained denim of his jeans, and his hand is palming it through the material. You lick your lips, eyes watching his every move.

“Like what ya see?” He says, voice gravelly in a way that makes your cunt clench tighter against your finger, arousal dripping out.

“You know I — shit — do,” you moan when your finger curls against that soft spot within you, and you quickly slide a second in.

You whine as you press your thumb against your clit, rubbing in small firm circles. That ball ignores further, hotter and hotter until you can’t take it. Sweat dribbles from your neck down to the valley of your breasts, and you spread your fingers inside you to give Daryl a better view. You can hear the way his breath hitches, and you smirk.

“Please, touch me. Can’t take it, ‘m so close,” you whine, and you know you have him hook, line and sinker when he swallows thickly and takes a small step forward.

“Ta hell with the damn bet,” he grumbles.

He drops your underwear, and unzips himself to take his thick cock in hand when he stands in front of you. The sight leaves you breathless, as it always does when you see his dick. It’s thick, long, and has a perfectly rounded head that you love to have between your lips.

You look up at him, slipping your fingers out from you, mourning the loss. But Daryl is quick to replace them with his own, the stretch of his thicker fingers inside a delicious burn. You whimper, arching into him. Your stiff nipples rub against his shirt. His cock is hot against your skin, the precum leaking onto your tummy. With his other hand, he pushes the hair away from your neck, before wrapping his hand around the back of you. Daryl’s grip on your neck is light but firm enough to cause your toes to curl in pleasure. Your eyes stare into his, and he shakes his head before leaning down to crush a bruising kiss to your lips. You immediately moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing closer.

The kiss is hypnotizing, taking your pleasure to the next level. His tongue clashes with yours, teeth scraping and bruising. You love it. You can taste the desperation on his lips, and you match with your own fierceness. It’s been too long, even if it has only been three days.

You break away from him, only to let out a reedy moan when he curls his fingers and rubs your clit, the dam of pleasure so close to breaking.

“Ya like that, pretty girl?” He whispers, lips pressed against the shell of your ear. You nod, sucking in a shaky breath.

“Gon’ cum fer me?”

You nod again. Your voice is lost, it seems.

Daryl tsks, clicking his tongue.

“Know you can use yer words, darlin’,” he mocks, crooking his finger just right. He presses his hips closer to you, cock pressing harsher into your stomach.

“Y-yes, fuck, fuck! Jus’ like that,” you cry, hands circled around his shirt. Your hips thrust minutely to meet his fingers, and when Daryl grins and leans down to lick your neck before biting down hard, the dam finally breaks.

“Jesus fucking ch-,” you whimper out, pussy clenching so tightly around Daryl’s fingers you think they’ll break.

He doesn’t give you a break before he’s removing his fingers and propping you up on the counter, before he slides his cock inside. Your orgasm hasn’t even resided before he’s thrusting in and out, pushing your arousal back inside. The intrusion is bearable with how wet you are, but he’s so thick you can feel him everywhere. With each thrust, he hits that spot within you that’s making you dizzy.

“Fuck, baby, missed this. This pussy is jus’ fer me, ya?” He asks, but you don’t answer. Too fucked out. All you can do is pant and whine with each movement, and when he adds his finger to rub your clit, it’s over. You’re coming again, back arching off the counter and letting out what would have been a loud moan, had Daryl not pressed his palm to your mouth. With his other hand, he uses it to steady you, resting it on your hip. He keeps thrusting, but you can tell he’s close with how erratic his movements are.

“‘S too much, Daryl,” you say, voice muffled. Tears spring to your eyes. You’re in so much pleasure that you think you could ascend to Heaven.

“You can take it, can’t ya? ‘M close,” he responds, stopping for only a minute to raise both your legs around his hips, before jackrabbiting back into you. At this angle, your lower back is digging into the faucet of the sink, but you can’t find it in you to care.

Daryl leans down and captures your mouth with his, and he thrusts once, twice, before spilling his hot spend inside you.

You gasp when he pulls away, chest heaving. Daryl isn’t faring much better. He’s sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead.

You giggle, reaching up to swipe the hair away from his eyes. He smiles down at you, slowly sliding out. You both watch as your mixed arousal leaks out.

“Guess you couldn’t go longer than a week, huh?”

thinkin' about growing up and joining Ghosts with Keegan... grr

childhood friend!Keegan who you grew up with, hanging out with him after class and at your shared extracurriculars with, sitting in the back of your parents' car talking about anything and everything

childhood friend!Keegan who brought you to freshman year homecoming and junior year prom, photos of the two of you and matching corsages and outfits, final photo of your two families being a picture of the two of you in your military uniforms.

childhood friend!Keegan who returns home in between deployments with you, shared car driven from the airport as he drops you off before heading home himself. Eventually your parents just host dinner at one house so you both get a lighter trip

sergeant!Keegan who hates that somehow you've made your way into the Ghosts unit with him, pretty much attempting to shake you up at any chance to discourage you from continuing along, but it proves useless when you get promoted to Sergeant instead, sticking your tongue and middle finger out at him

sergeant!Keegan who's caught getting coffee with you in the morning, your back against the railing as he leans over it, staring down at the new recruits running. The base makes it the talk of the month until they realize the two of you don't give the reaction wanted

sergeant!Keegan who gets scared shitless whenever you get injured out on a mission and vice versa, the two of you always with the other at the medical facilities, string of scolding words given as you nurse each other back to health. The unit tries to make sure neither of you get hurt so both of you can go out on the field

sergeant!Keegan who unwinds when possible with you, wind in his hair as you let in a little air through the window of the room, sitting down on his bed as you throw your head back and just lay on the ground.

"Nearly got yourself killed out there, kid."

"It's fine." You exhale. "I'm alive and unscathed. That's all that matters."

"Debrief was hell."

"Always is." You stare up at him, humming. "Gonna kick me out tonight?"

"No, but floor's dirty."

"You mop yours." You yawn, closing your eyes as you do.

Keegan shuffles and lays down next to you, staring at the ceiling as he blinks once and then twice.

"Should get us a bigger room."

"Should get us a room." You hum. "Lie to their asses or get to the nearest government office."

"Who said I'm gonna marry you?"

"Your lack of game." You yawn again, sighing. "If you won't marry me, then I'll just go find Logan. Sure he'd love to get under your skin and start calling me his wife."

"He'd never let me live it down."

"Neither would I."

great expectations - 7, consequences!

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You completely understood why Kuroo and Tsukki liked to bully you so much. 

You were being totally ridiculous. Really, how could you pretend to be so incredibly nonchalant about things (namely, things being Oikawa), when you'd spent six out of the previous day with none other than Tooru himself.

And you didn't hate your time with him, either. Actually, it was quite the opposite. Not only did you enjoy it—but you looked forward to it.

Really, there was no choice left for them but to tease you mercilessly.

There's a stupid grin on your face as you walk into the convenience store next to campus. It's caused by the dumb picture you just texted Tooru, one you took on your short walk to your destination. You called him corny, but part of you is waiting eagerly to see what nonsense he comes up with.

You don't make it more than a few steps into the small shop with you hear a man's laugh, and you think maybe Kuroo and Tsukki should make you pay extra rent for how you recognize his laugh.

Tooru is somewhere in the store, just around one of the aisles. Your smile brights and widens at the prospect of seeing him in person before you have to run off to practice, so much so that you don't even care how pathetic it makes you look.

You're about to call his name when he walks out from the aisle he'd been hidden behind and brings his purchases up to the counter. Except, you freeze right down to your bones when you realize he's not alone.

It's not any of the usual suspects with him. Like Iwaizumi or Bokuto, or either of the Miya twins. It's not even one of his teammates or friends outside the sport.

No, Tooru Oikawa—your Tooru Oikawa—is walking side by side with a girl you'd seen around campus a handful of times.

And you can feel your heart racing, your mind scrambling to explain away the sight before.

Friends. Right, Tooru can have friends that are girls. I have plenty of guy friends, too, so—

It's then that they set their items on the counter together—a joint checkout, curtesy of Tooru's card he pulls from his wallet—and the girl's hand falls almost too easily onto Tooru's bicep in a well-trained flirtation tactic.

You miss the uneasy look on Tooru's face. But what you do see is that guy you just admitted to having feelings for looking awfully cozy with another girl.

You're not sure what catches his attention. It's probably the door opening behind you as a new patron makes their way onto the scene. You don't care enough to turn and look, but when Tooru does, you're struck by an overwhelming urge to flee.

You see his eyes go wide, and it's practically a confession that yes, he was on a date, and not with you.

You're turning around and bolting towards the exit just as he calls out your name, long having since decided your purchases were not going to made that day.

"Sir, your card!" The teenage cashier calls out, and it's the last thing you hear before you break free into the outside world.

Oikawa doubles back for his card, and by the time he makes it out of the store, you're already gone.

extras!

yn didn't actually block oikawa. after she read his messages she realized how she kinda jumped to conclusions and felt shitty about it. will explore it more in the next few parts!!

yn and kiyoko told the boys the whole Ushijima/Oikawa update at the house dinner (kuroo's turn to cook) the next day and hinata acted like he had never heard the worse news ever

the ONLY reason hinata has for not liking Ushijima is bc he plays for another team. he told yn once that she was "fraternizing with the enemy" and suga made him unload the dishwasher as punishment

every time yn denies liking oikawa, she's lying through her teeth

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sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter six; no faith.

contents smau. profanity. abortion joke… brainrot lingo. tweets. death jokes. FLIRTY! TANAKA.

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YOU HAVE A PLUSH OF THEM | SMAU

ೃ⁀➷ tsukishima, bokuto, oikawa, hinata, kuroo

Clones + Periods 2

aka "The Shark Week"

BECAUSE NOW I AM SUFFERING SHARK WEEK!!

I am displeased!!! 😤

Part 1 / Part 3

Fives

You grumbled as you returned from the bathroom, waddling carefully into your room and digging through your supplies

"Babe...?" Fives called from your livingroom "Food's getting cold!"

"Me there in a minute" you grumbled out as you ripped the package open and grabbed new underpants

You set to cleaning yourself up and getting things settled, all the while grumbling and swearing under your breath as cramps started barrelling in full force.

You could hear your trooper padding across to your room and call your name

"-mesh'la? You okay??" he peeked his head in, getting an eye of your ass as you pulled your pants up "Well, hello..."

"Don't" you warned with a glare and your pointer jabbed in his direction "Not in the mood"

He held his hands up in surrender

"What's going on...?"

"Period" you grouched as you tossed the garbage into your trash bin and your soiled underwear into the bathroom sink. You filled it with water and soap to soak

"Ohhh...gottcha" he nodded then grabbed his comm

"Fives...what do you want? Aren't you with your lady-friend...?" Rex's tired voice came across

"Rex, buddy~ I'm calling to tell you that we're on our period so I can't be expected at that meeting at 1700 hours later" Fives grinned, his hand waving as he spoke as if the captain could see him

"you- you're what...?!" Rex sputtered on the other end "Fives, you can't have a per-"

"Awesome, I knew you'd understand Capt! Love you~" he cooed poising to hang up

"Now you just hang on there. Fives, you ca-"

And with a devlish grin, the call was ended

"Oh no...connection got disconnected...poor Rex~" he mock complained as he muted his comm and tossed it on the bedside table

"He's going to kill you" you giggled having heard all of it

"Nah, then he'd have to get someone else trained to fill my shoes" Fives wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek watching as the sink filled with water. "So since we're both suffering...how bout we finish our meal, get some pain killers and then go have fun in the shower?"

You sighed leaning back into his hold, your body aching

"Hmm~? How's that sound?"

"Sounds like our food's getting cold" you smiled

"That's my girl!" Fives grinned whisking you up and running to your couch

Mayday

"...is there a reason why you're sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by your stuffed animals...? Or is this a new aesthetic we're trying...?"

Mayday had only just come back home from his shift and wasn't expecting to see you huddled up surrounded by so many of your plushes that normally were put away. They were practically circled around your form like a demon summoning was about to happen. With a quick glance he could see the kleenex box and scattered tissues and that you'd yet to leave your pjs.

"Darling?" he prompted again as you hadnt answered.

You looked up at him with teary eyes and held your arms up, making grabby hands. Your Commander sighed but smiled softly, kneeling before you and pulled you into his arms

"What's going on?"

"Bloody week" you grumbled nuzzling your face into his shoulder to hide yourself within his warmth

"Ah...that would explain the sacrifice happening in here?" he teased softly "I'm standing up" he warned holding onto you tightly as he rose.

He carefully maneuvered around the mess and shuffled to the kitchen, rooting around in the cabinet for medicine.

"You haven't done anything about it have you...?" he asked softly

You sniffled and shook your head, tears clumping your lashes together.

He leaned over and kissed your forehead then put two pills in your palm.

"Medicine then we'll get you a heat pad and get your on the couch. Hungry?"

You took the pills and nodded again, your arms wrapping around to cling to him tightly.

Mayday chuckled at your clingy behaviour and rubbed your back

"Don't worry, I'll get you all better soon...then you'll be nice and comfy and happy"

"Until the pills stop working"

"Ah, but then I just have to get you the next dose. We can cuddle all day, how's that sound?"

"Amazing" you practically moaned out as he rubbed your sides

"Good, because that's what we're doing today" he gave you a soft kiss then gently hoisted you up off the counter and to the couch.

He settled you there then left for a moment, returning to toss you your favourite plush and plug in the heat pad. He sat beside you then pulled you into his arms, snuggling up close as promised.

Wolffe

"How's my girl doing?" Wolffe asked as he peeked his head into your bedroom.

You groaned in response and your Commander's frown deepened.

"General Plo told me to head home with this tea" he explained as be walked over, still in his armour, holding a metal canister "He said it'll help you out"

"Plo is my saviour, I swear" you whined as you peeked from the blankets.

You looked more like a tiny terror of a monster rather than his dear girlfriend, but Wolffe just playfully rolled his eyes as a smile threatened to over throw his frown

"What, I'm not good enough?" he teased gently pulling the blanket back enough that he could see your face properly and kiss your forehead

You closed your eyes and hummed happily at the interaction, pressing your head closer to his lips.

"There's a difference between saviour and love of my life, in case you got confused" you shot back

He chuckled as he pulled away from you

"Right, my mistake" he headed out of the room "I'll get this off and start your kettle"

"Kaaaay" you called as you snuggled deeper into your blankets.

You could hear the kettle whistling and the sound of his kit clacking as he stacked it, hushed by the distance between you both. A few moments later, he returned with a steamy mug and a plate with a few cookies.

"Alright, Cyare...sit up, hot stuff incoming" he called as he crossed to you

"Hot stuff indeed" you smiled staring at him "and he brought me tea and cookies for dessert"

Wolffe rolled his eyes at you and gingerly handed the mug to you with a soft 'it's hot' before he sat on the side of the bed beside you

"You'll get that after the pain subsides"

You rocked side to side, blowing on the mug, with a giddy grin

"My favourite period releif~ my boyfriend's delicious d-"

"Just drink the tea" he huffed with a blush taking a cookie off the plate in retribution

"Heyyy...my cookie" you pouted but a wicked grin grew on your lips as you set the cup down. Earning you a raised brow at your actions "I'm afraid my tea is far too hot" you dramatically fell back into the sheets

"I can go grab an ic-"

"I think I just need the more potent releif" you grinned blushing as you tugged your boyfriend toward you.

Your dear Commander gave in, crawling above you and trapping you in with a grin as he kissed your neck

"Oh yeah...? I suppose I can arrange that..."

"Off to the shower!" you giggled

"Forget the shower, I'll just change the sheets later." he growled, kissing you deeply as your face bloomed in a deep rosy hue

Howzer

Howzer slowly closed the front door and quietly took off his armour before tiptoeing across to your bedroom. Hera and Eleni had called him during his patrol to head back home, the two being extremely stubborn that he cease everything and return to see you. They hadn't told him much other than you had a fever and a migrane, so with a quick check in with Cham, he rushed home. But upon hearing your whiney groans of discomfort from the bed, he had an idea.

"Hey, Love..." he cooed kneeling beside the bed and petting your hair out of your face

"You're home early..." you mumbled with brows creased in pain

"Two ladies, who adore you, tipped me off" he said with a smile pressing his lips to your forehead "You got a fever"

"Period" you grumbled painfully

"Alright," he sighed sitting up "you're going to hate me for this..." he mused before he yanked the blankets away

You complained loudly holding onto them for dear life

"Don't you dare...!"

"Cyare, you know that the blankets aren't going to help your fever!" he protested with a huff as he successfully tore them away

"Monster" you grumbled clinging to you pillow

He dropped the blankets to the side and then tucked the thin sheet around you

"You can have this one"

"It's not fluffy" you grumbled with a pout

"No, it's not" he chuckled "I'll get you an icepack. You already take medicine?"

"Eleni got me some" you called as he left to the kitchen, wincing as your own voice made the pounding worse.

Your dear captain came back a short time later and delicately placed the ice pack on your noggin with a kiss to your cheek. He then went about the room shutting the curtains and turning everything off except for a dim little lamp in the corner.

"There. No bright lights, you got your medicine and an ice pack..." he surveyed around making mental notes for what needed to be done and what was missing

"You...?" you asked softly holding your arms up to make a grabby han in his direction

"Oh, yes..." he smiled crawling straight onto the mattress until he was beside you. "How could I ever forget...?"

He kissed the back of your neck and pulled your hips gently back to meet his. His hands then reached around to your front to gently massage your abdomen. Where he'd stay cuddled up with you until you asked him not to.

Dividers by me

Reblog divivder by dystopicjumpsuit 😘

bed chem ━━━ iwaizumi hajime

pairing. iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

tags & warnings. blended smau, forced proximity, hockey player x figure skater, enemies to lovers kind of, strong language, kms/kys jokes, alcohol use, implied sex, sexual jokes and discussions, innuendos, mental health issues and discussions, ooc.

taglist. open! (36/50) send an ask/reply to be added <3

status. ongoing

part i. short n’ sweet

additional. any images i use for the character of y/n is only intended as a reference and not to imply that is what you look like. i am going to try my best to use diverse images for these references, however it may not always be possible. that being said, i do not own any reference images other than the general social media images.

pinterest board || playlist

profiles i || profiles ii

♡ = contains written portion

CONTENTS!

01. who the hell is iwaizumi

02. rip pedro ♡

03. she’s an attention whore

04. rise and grind

05. new coach?

06. don’t blame me

07. lifts ♡

08. bruised ego

09. to compete or not compete ♡

10. how to earn someone’s trust

11. a REAL invite

12. guessing game ♡

13. first impressions ♡

14. perverted spidey-sense

15. whipped?

16. halloween?

17. time flies

18. fire ♡

19. trust ♡

20. what happened last night?

21. problems

…more coming soon!