#Electric Air Pump for Balls

[oscarrobertson0]

How Many Players Are On A Basketball Team? 2024

Basketball, played by millions globally, involves two teams scoring points by shooting a ball through a hoop. While most people are familiar with basketball’s basic rules and gameplay, one question that often arises is: how many players are on a basketball team? In this article, we will explore the answer to this question and provide some additional information about the composition of a…

[asapeveryday]

FANTASY - K.TOBIO

Pairing: (time skip)Kageyama Tobio x Reader

Warnings: sexual fantasies :)

Summary: you’d had a crush on tobio through most of high school, he was your friend and he was cute, so it was only natural. When he sends you a ticket to his game on japan’s official team, that crush is reawakened in a far more mature way.

A/n: I’m gonna be spouting out sum haikyu stuff hopefully 🙏

RED IS A COLOUR you’re not quite accustomed to seeing him in.

It was only a year ago when he was adorned in the beloved navy and orange uniform, a bold number nine spread on his back where a new shiny number twenty now occupies.

Everyone changes in that first year after high school, but seeing Tobio again in person only makes it more apparent. His already broad shoulders have broadened, his arms as built as you remember if not more. His hair still short and sleek, a deep black that accentuates the blue abyss that is his eyes.

You can recall all the times you’d lost yourself, drowned in the sight of his face and his unwavering stare. Of course he never though much of it, dismissing your gaze as being zoned out. You were lucky he was so oblivious of his attractive appearance at that time, because you were nothing short of smitten.

You didn’t particularly care for volleyball unless he was playing. He has a way of engulfing everything in the game, you’ve never seen him so in tune with himself and his surroundings as you have on the court. You forgot how demanding his presence is, even on a team of amazing players he still drew attention.

The look on his face, eyes trained on the ball, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyebrow’s slightly furrowed, red fabric hugging his athletic body just right. It sends an embarrassing shiver through your body that you haven’t experienced since graduating from Karasuno.

It’s his turn to serve and his expression is focused as ever, posture alert and fingers spinning the ball with ease. You can’t help but lock your eyes onto his hands, toying with the volleyball as his chest expands and deflates with every fleeting breath.

The ball is in the air, and his palm makes contact powerful as a spark of electricity.

BAM.

The noise is terrifying, echoing through the whole stadium. the way the ball hits the other side of the court within bounds as Japan’s side of the stands erupt with screams of triumph is cinematic. You find yourself joining the yells of joy, smiling at the sight of Tobio loosening up, a slight smirk gracing his face as he nods at his teammates.

‘God.’ You think. ‘I feel like I’m a kid again, watching him play.’

When he sends another earthshaking serve across the court you can’t help but press your legs together. ‘No,’ you think again. ‘This is different. I feel different.’

He’s ready to really start playing now, jaw in the air and teeth bared into a dangerous grin that you just barely saw during high school. The way his arms flex with every pass, the way his fingers nimbly send the ball to his teammates or over the net, the way his toned thighs tense with every crouch to receive the ball. It just might send you over the edge, sparking thoughts that almost never graced your mind during your friendship with him.

You can see it; his hands caging you in as he hovers above you, careful not to lean his weight onto your body. You can imagine the sensation of his knee in between your legs as he tenderly kisses your lips. Tobio never cared for girls in high school, but you can imagine that a year of playing pro has widened his experience in various ways. Still, you can’t see the boy being rough with you, not when he’d sneak you notes in class or apologize for even touching you in the slightest.

Unless in one of his bad moods, you can see Kageyama Tobio being sweet. Though his length may touch places you could only dream of reaching, pumping in and out of you with the power and stamina he’s worked so hard for these past years, you know he’d kiss you like you were his first love, like he depends on the air you exhale.

“Missed you s’much.” He’d utter under against your neck, painting your skin pink and purple and his hips buck into your heat fervently. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He’d say, and you’d mewl in response, wanting to tell him about how you longed for his focus on you since you were a first year in high school but unable to form the words.

Still, you’d like to imagine he’d know, that you wouldn’t have to tell him about how much you looked forward to his games, to staying back late after school and throwing balls for him and Hinata, to sitting with him at lunch and attempting to tutor him before giving up and going for a walk with him instead. You relished your conversations with the blue eyed boy, he was straight forward and honest. He knew exactly what he wanted out of his life at the time, and you secretly hoped you were included in that.

You couldn’t think of him this way back then, it felt wrong seeing as he trusted you so innocently as a friend and nothing more. Everything was different now. You can see it clear as day from your spot on the stands.

This Tobio, the one currently staring down a player on the opposite side of the net. He wouldn’t mind how the sight of his face coats your underwear with arousal, he wouldn’t care if you pressed yourself against him.

The thought of him spreading you open in that intricate nature of his, deep blue eyes staring up at you as his tongue explores between your legs, nipping at the soft flesh of your inner thighs before delving and devoting himself to your core.

When Kageyama committed to something, he did so to the fullest of his ability. Should he decide you’re worthy of climaxing at his hands, you’re sure he’d make sure it’s the best climax of your life.

You can’t help but bite your lip and pinch your thigh at the idea. It’s shameful how you’re staring at him straight on while fantasizing about cumming in his mouth or all over his dick, but it also adds a rush of adrenaline.

You finally shake the thoughts off when the final point is earned, Japan winning their first game of the Olympic Season. The stands erupt in celebration, you scream and laugh with the strangers by you as if you’re old friends. When your eyes part from the people seated beside you and find the court, you almost freeze at the sight that meets you.

He’s found you in the crowd, presumably remembering the exact ticket he bought you. Despite this newer, more adult version of Tobio initially shocking you, with one look at his face you know one thing hasn’t changed.

He’s still your friend, and his still thinks about you.

Tobio smiles almost nervously when your eyes lock on his, and he subtlety nods towards you. It’s enough to make your heart melt, and enough to fuel fantasies for a lifetime.

[sinnful-darling]

mmm thinking about oviposition with yan! naga…

mdni !!

cws : yandere themes, big juicy snake man pumps you full of his eggs, dubcon, implied stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, dacryphilia, breeding kink, rut, mating season, he makes you walk around naked, hemipenes, when i say monster cock i mean monster cock, manhandling, aphrodisiac venom, scent kink if you squint, ribbed cock bc i can, size kink bc im filthy and a slut for that shit, idk how big the eggs are supposed to be so just imagine for a moment with me, naga uses magic to heal your cervix bc he pushes past it to breed you….

“little bunny,” the naga murmurs, lips parted and gazing at you with thinly veiled desire. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight, feeling his large hands pull you into his lap. his tail coils around your waist— the chill of his cold scales seeping into your skin.

“you’re cold.” you grumble.

“i know, bunny. needed your heat.” he sighs in content, dipping his head into the curve of your throat and taking a deep breath of your scent. a low groan escaping his lips. he presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, sinking his fangs into you and gripping your hips. his hands rock you against the plate that hide his cocks, the area in question being pushed to the side as he grows aroused.

“h—hey! no—“

his cocks spring free, the both of them pressing against your stomach and larger than you could’ve ever imagined. your eyes widen, the scent of cortisol coming off of you in waves, causing a frown to tug at his lips.

“no need to be frightened, little bunny. i promise i’ll be gentle.” he murmurs slotting his lips against yours. you cry out in protest as his cockhead presses against your folds, your hips forcibly rutting against it in ways that have you dripping for him.

the nest he built for the two of you grows hotter by the second, your skin flushing and cunt clenching around nothing. the naga grins as he slowly pushes into you, pleased that your tiny human body reacted so quickly to his venom.

“thaaats it, bunny.” he groans, shallowly thrusting into you. “y’gotta let me in, pretty.”

the naga lifts your hips, rutting you against one cock while gently thrusting into you with the other. the way your clit brushes against the ribbed flesh pushes you closer and closer to your climax, your whimpers growing louder in volume as your body melts against the strong, sturdy frame of the naga. slowly, the naga’s cock reaches as far as your cunt will allow, utterly filling you to the brim.

your mind was spinning at how full you felt; you’d never felt anything quite like this before. the naga slowly lifts and rocks you, your orgasm washing over you as his cockhead brushes against a certain spot inside of you. tears burn your lashline at the intensity of the feeling, your jaw agape as the air is knocked from your lungs.

“fuck— s’tight…” the naga groans through gritted teeth. his head drops to the curve of your neck, lapping at your sweat-slicked flesh between grunts and groans. he screws his eyes shut as he ruts into you, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. the naga leans back, gazing up at you with a softness, his forked tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

“bunny,” the naga breathily groans, “feels s’good.”

all you can do is whine in response, your mind melting from the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling sending jolts of electricity down your spine. “p—please! need more…!”

“such a greedy little thing you are.” the naga grins, but picks up speed nonetheless. the pace has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your cheeks, your mind melting into a pleasant mush. your thighs shake as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten again, one of the naga’s shafts bumping and grinding into your clit.

your gummy walls clench around the naga’s cock, forcing a throaty groan from his lips. his lashes flutter with ecstasy as his cock twitches inside of you, his quiet noises rising in volume — becoming breathy and whiny.

“little bunny — i’m gonna cum…” the naga groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. “cum with me… need’ta feel you cum again.”

he heatedly slots his lips against yours, groans and whines echoing throughout your shared nest as his kisses trail the expanse of your throat. his touch leaves a trail of fire, your cunt pulsing as you grow closer and closer to the edge.

“bunny — please…. cum with me! cum with me!” ropes of cum spill from the naga’s cocks, simultaneously filling you to the brim and staining the soft flesh of your stomach. he continues fucking into you, the way his shaft bulges inside of you forcing an orgasm to wrack your body.

your eyes roll back, your thighs trembling as your vision blurs with tears, the naga releasing a throaty groan. “that’s it, little bunny. just let go f’me…”

“s’gonna hurt a bit, darling…” the naga warns before his cockhead forces its way past your cervix, blinding pain erupting from your lower half. your fingers dig into his shoulder, a shrill cry erupting from your lips.

“i know, little one… just a bit longer. you’re doing so good for me.”

an egg the size of a tennis ball is planted in your womb, heavy and warm. one after another, the naga fills you with his eggs before slowly, carefully removing himself and brushing away your tears with the rough pad of his thumb. you feel unbearably full, unable to forget the pain from the intrusion. the naga’s eyes soften at your tears, his palm reaching out to gently cup your stomach — just above where your womb would be. a soft light shines from his hand, the scent of rain and moss attacking your senses as the pain ebbs away.

the naga wraps you in his tail, tenderly pressing your head to his broad, sturdy chest as he plants a small kiss to the crown of your head. with a flick of his hand, the naga cleans you up, the fragrance of his magick and the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

[starkeyisthelastname]

i’m feeling so very feral.. could you please do hot sweaty, just primal sex with rafe? maybe the a/c is out and theres a heat wave or something but reader and him are drenched and just both so lightheaded off eachother and she gets all messy and creamy

A hurricane had hit the island much different this time in the sense that Rafe wasn’t having to go out and by generators for his father. He was the man of the house now with his sexy little housewife by his side. The downside was there was no air conditioning due to their being no electricity meaning it was scorching hot.

That didn’t stop Rafe from railing you any chance he got even in this brutal heat. That’s exactly what he was doing against the balcony of the upstairs patio. Both of you were sweaty and sticky, bodies mashed together as he pounded you from behind. It may have been dangerous to be fucking this hard with this heat, but the two of you didn’t care.

Rafe’s hand gripped your damp hair in one hand as the other was molded to your waist. He thrusted into with such an animalistic force, that your head was spinning leaving you with little words. You held onto the railings, mouth open for small whines to come out. You wanted to run, but there was no where for you to go and it felt too damn good.

“Where you goin? Huh?” Rafe’s heavy breaths in your ear as his fat length pumped inside your sticky cunt. “No running out here is there?” He laughed, pulling at your hair harder to bring you back to him.

You could feel yourself growing closer to the edge, on the verge of passing out as your stomach tightened. “I-I’m gonna..” You couldn’t even get the words out as you began to come undone.

The cream gathered around the base of his dick, low growls coming from behind you as your cunt began squeezing around him. He was on the edge, balls tightening as you came all over him.

“Fuck yes… good slut. Gonna fuckin make me knock you up. You ready for that shit?” He gasped, holding your already limp body still as he without another word spilled into you.

[footballfanficwriter]

1st to many

Summary:where Jude wins his first Champions league trophy

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric. The roar of the crowd was almost deafening, but all I could focus on was the man in the white home kit moving effortlessly across the pitch. Jude. My husband. The love of my life. Our son, Louis, was bouncing excitedly beside me, his little hands clutching the edges of his seat as he watched his father in awe. As nerve-wracking as he was the day before, I could see his determination and focus now.

"Mommy, look at Daddy! He's so fast!" Louis exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.

I smiled down at him, ruffling his curly hair. "Yes, sweetheart. Daddy's amazing, isn't he?"

The match was intense, a true nail-biter. Real Madrid were fighting for every inch of the field, and it seemed like the entire stadium held its breath each time the ball neared the goal. My heart pounded with every pass, every tackle, and every shot. Then, in the 67th minute, it happened. A corner kick delivered by Toni Kroos in the air headed the ball and sent the it  sailing into the net. The stadium erupted into cheers, and I found myself screaming along with them, tears of joy streaming down my face at the end of the game it was 0-2 and Madrid had won

"They did it, Louis! They won!" I shouted, scooping him into my arms and spinning him around.

Louis giggled, his excitement matching mine. "Daddy's the best!"

As the final whistle blew, confirming their victory, the players collapsed onto the field, exhausted but triumphant. The commentator's voice echoed through the stadium, announcing the team's first Champions League win in 2 years. The player's names were chanted by thousands of fans, but Jude's  eyes searched the stands until they found us. He gave a little wave, and I blew him a kiss, mouthing the words, "I'm so proud of you."

After a few minutes of celebration on the pitch, Jude was called for a short post-match interview. He stood there, still catching his breath, as the interviewer began.

"Jude, congratulations on your incredible win! How are you feeling right now?"

"Thank you so much. Honestly, it's hard to put into words. This victory means the world to me. The adrenaline is still pumping, and I'm just overwhelmed with joy and gratitude."

"You've mentioned before that your family's support means everything to you. Can you tell us more about that?"

"Absolutely. My wife and our son, Louis, they're my rock. They've been with me every step of the way, cheering me on through the highs and lows. I couldn't have achieved this without them."

"And how does it feel to have them here with you tonight?"

"It's everything. Knowing they're in the stands, supporting me, it gives me that extra boost of motivation. Louis's face lights up when he sees me on the pitch, and my wife, she's my anchor. I'm just so grateful to have them by my side."

"You've certainly made a lot of people proud tonight. Any final words?"

"I just want to thank everyone who's supported me along this journey, especially my family. This win is as much theirs as it is mine. And to Y/n , I love you more than words can express. Thank you for being my rock, my everything."

"Any plans for the rest of the evening?"

"Just soaking it all in, really. I'm just happy. Now, I have to go and find my wife and son. They're waiting for me, and I can't wait to celebrate with them."

With that, Jude's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he bid the interviewer farewell before quickly making his way to the stands, where Louis and I were eagerly waiting for him.

"You did it, Daddy!" Louis squealed, wrapping his arms around Jude's neck.

Jude laughed, pulling him close. "We did it, little man. We did it."

Then he turned to me, his eyes glistening with tears of joy. He reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace. "I couldn't have done it without you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

I stroked his back, feeling his body tremble with relief and happiness. "I'm so proud of you, Jude. You've worked so hard for this."

He hugged me tighter, burying his face in my shoulder. "Don't let go," he murmured. "I just want to take this moment in."

We stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, as the world celebrated around us. As he pulled back slightly, I noticed the goosebumps on his arms. "Aren't you cold?" I asked, concerned. "You can take my jacket."

He shook his head, a wide smile on his face. "No, it's fine. The adrenaline is keeping me warm. I'm okay."

We laughed, and I kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of his lips. He took my hand, and together we walked onto the field, Louis perched happily on Jude's shoulders. The stadium was a whirlwind of celebration, with fans cheering, confetti falling, and cameras flashing. We joined Jude's teammates and their families, sharing hugs and congratulations. Louis quickly found some of the other children and started playing, their laughter ringing out across the field.

"Can you believe this?" Jude asked, his voice filled with wonder as he watched Louis and the other kids running around, pretending to be their football heroes.

I smiled, squeezing his hand. "It's surreal. I'm so happy for you, Jude. You've achieved your dream."

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "And I couldn't have done it without you. Your support, your love—it means everything to me."

We continued our tour, mingling with the other players and their wives. When Toni came over with his wife, and their three children.

"Congratulations, Jude!" Toni said, clapping Jude on the back. "You were incredible out there."

"Thanks, mate," Jude replied, smiling broadly. "We all were. It was a team effort, just sad to see you go man.

"I know, but my time has come it's time for me to make room for the next Generation, I need to make room for people like you"

Jude smiled at Toni and they embraced eachother when all of a sudden

Toni's  hugged me, her eyes shining. "How are you holding up? That was an intense match!"

I laughed, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through me. "I'm just so relieved it's over and that they won! It's like a dream come true."

Our conversation was interrupted by Louis running over, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Mommy, Daddy, look! I'm playing with the big kids!"

Jude laughed, lifting him up. "You're doing great, buddy. One day, you might be out here playing for real."

Louis's eyes sparkled. "Really, Daddy? You think I can?"

"Of course, I do," Jude said, ruffling his hair. "With hard work and determination, you can do anything."

As we walked around the pitch, we took photos and videos to capture every precious moment. Jude and I posed with the trophy, Louis standing proudly between us, his tiny hands resting on the gleaming cup.

"This is for the memories," Jude said, his voice soft and full of emotion as he snapped a selfie of us.

"For the memories," I echoed, my heart swelling with love and pride.

Later, we joined the other families in a group photo, everyone beaming with joy. The children were all gathered in front, their smiles bright and infectious. It was a beautiful scene, one that embodied the spirit of teamwork, dedication, and love.

As the celebrations slowly wound down, we found a quiet moment to sit together on the grass, watching Louis play nearby with the other kids.

"Can you believe this?" Jude asked, his voice filled with wonder. "We did it."

I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and strength. "Yes, we did. And I couldn't be happier."

Jude wrapped his arm around me, holding me close. "This is just the beginning," he said. "With you and Louis by my side, I feel like I can achieve anything."

I smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "We'll always be here for you, Jude. No matter what."

As we sat there, surrounded by the remnants of celebration and the echoes of cheers, I knew that this moment would be etched in our hearts forever. It was the culmination of years of hard work, sacrifice, and unwavering support. And it was a testament to the power of love and family.

Jude glanced down at his phone, which had been buzzing with messages of congratulations. He smiled and took a quick selfie of us, capturing our joy and love in that perfect moment. "For the memories," he said, showing me the photo.

I nodded, my heart swelling with love. "For the memories," I echoed.

As the night drew to a close, we gathered our things and made our way off the pitch. Louis was half-asleep in Jude's arms, worn out from all the excitement. We walked hand-in-hand, leaving the stadium behind but carrying the night's magic with us.

In the car, Jude looked back at the stadium one last time, a look of fulfillment and determination on his face. "This is just the beginning," he repeated, more to himself than to me.

I squeezed his hand, feeling the strength of our bond and the promise of our future. "And we'll be with you every step of the way."

As we drove home, the city lights shining brightly around us, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. Jude had achieved his dream, and in doing so, he had shown us all the true power of perseverance, love, and family.

When we arrived home, Louis was sound asleep in Jude's arms. Jude carried him upstairs and gently placed him in his bed, tucking him in with a kiss on his forehead. I stood in the doorway, watching this tender moment, my heart swelling with love.

"You really are an amazing father," I whispered as Jude joined me, closing Louis's door softly.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "And you're an amazing mother and wife. I couldn't have done any of this without you."

We walked to our bedroom, the excitement of the day slowly giving way to a peaceful calm. As we got ready for bed, Jude turned to me, his eyes filled with a deep, abiding love.

Jude and I lie in bed, still buzzing from the excitement of the day's events. I open my phone and scroll through social media, reading the countless messages of congratulations and admiration for Jude and our family. People are buzzing about how Jude celebrated his first Champions League victory with his family, highlighting his heartfelt words about us in the interview.

I read some of the headlines aloud to Jude:

“Jude Bellingham’s Heartwarming Tribute to His Family After Champions League Win”

“Jude Bellingham Celebrates Victory with Wife and Son – Fans Are Melting!”

“Champions League Hero: Jude Bellingham’s Emotional Speech on Family and Success”

“Jude Bellingham’s Adorable Celebration with His Wife and Son Captivates Fans”

“Jude Bellingham Dedicates Champions League Win to His Loving Family”

Switching to Instagram, I see a flood of comments under the photos and videos we posted:

jobebellingham: You guys are such an amazing family! So happy for you! 🥰

toby: What a beautiful moment! You and Jude are an inspiration. ❤️

noah: This is what football is all about. Much love to you and your family! 💪🏽👏🏽

vinijr: Seeing the love between you guys is incredible. Congrats! 🙌🏽✨

camavinga: Your support for Jude is everything. Proud of you all! 💖🙌🏽

lukamodric10: Family goals right here. Enjoy this moment! 🏆💫

toni.kr8s: Such a beautiful family. Well deserved win! 😊🙌🏽

rodrygogoes: So much love in these photos. Congratulations! ❤️🔥

toniruediger: Amazing to see you guys so happy. Well done! 👏🏽👏🏽

dani.carvajal2: What a night! Beautiful family moments. Congrats! 🎉💪🏽

ferland_mendy: So happy for you guys! Enjoy the victory! ⚽❤️

nachofi1990: Family and football, the perfect combination. Congrats! 👏🏽😊

alaba_david: Beautiful to see you all so happy. Big congrats! 🌟🙌🏽

davidluiz_4: This is what dreams are made of! Congrats to you all! 🌟❤️

sergioramos: Family first, always. Proud of you, brother! 💪🏼👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

karimbenzema: Seeing you celebrate with your family warms my heart. Congrats, Jude! 🙌🏽💯

raphaelvarane: Beautiful family moments. Congratulations on the win, Jude! 🎉🏆

edenhazard: You're an inspiration, Jude. Congratulations to you and your lovely family! 🌟💖

thibautcourtois: Enjoy these special moments with your loved ones, Jude. You deserve it! 🥂👏🏼

nachofernandez: Family is everything. Congrats on the win, mate! 🙌🏼👨‍👩‍👦

scoalarcon: Seeing you celebrate with your family is priceless. Well done, Jude! 🎉👨‍👩‍👦

federicovalverde: Family time is the best time. Congrats, Jude! 🥳👨‍👩‍👦

eder_militao: Cherish these moments forever, Jude. Congrats 🏆💖

vasquez91: You guys are the definition of #FamilyGoals. Congrats, Jude! 🎉💑

I turn to Jude, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Can you believe this?" I say, my voice filled with wonder.

Jude wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. "I can't believe any of this," he says, his voice soft with awe. "But I know one thing for sure—I couldn't have asked for a better team to share it with."

I snuggle closer to him, feeling his warmth enveloping me and he kisses my forehead. In this moment, surrounded by love and joy, I know that no matter what the future holds, we'll always have each other.

[justmediocrewriting]

“Eyes Open,” {v.s}

A/n: first installment of my NSFW Dialogue Prompt Special — featuring everyone’s favorite chef ❤️ I had quite a fun time writing this, and I hope that you beautiful peeps will enjoy it!

Warnings/tags: explicit sexual content, soft!sanji, but also mean!sanji, cunnilingus, first times, virgin!reader, experienced!sanji, prompt, blurb, sexualization of Taz Skylar’s (alleged) tongue piercing (its canon to me), tongue fucking, hair pulling, 100 follower NSFW dialogue prompt special

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Prompt: “Keep your eyes open; look at me, baby.” (#1 from list)

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You had no idea it could feel so good.

You didn’t know what Sanji was doing, or how; all you knew was that your pussy felt like it was melting beneath his tongue, all slick and sloppy, electric currents traveling up your hips every time your clit throbbed beneath his affections.

You’d heard talk of this, had listened when your friends gushed about the euphoria of it, but you had never once taken it to heart — you thought they were only hyping their experiences up in an attempt to look cooler. But now that you were experiencing it for yourself… it was more intense than you’d ever imagined.

Sanji’s tongue was a searing hot force against your clit, alternating between flattening against your pearl and circling it with movements that were far too skilled for him having “just a little bit of experience,” as he’d told you before; and every so often the man would switch it up by splitting your folds with the tip of his tongue, up and down, before pushing the slimy muscle just so into your pussy, pumping in and out deeper as if he were trying to spear you on it completely before returning to his original task of devouring your clit.

The sounds falling from your lips were ones you’d never once imagined yourself making; a mixture of whimpers and moans and heavy breaths, they were a symphony that harmonized with the tune of Sanji’s own muffled groans vibrating against your pussy. It was hot, your body was hot, you were tearing apart at the seams, Sanji was too fucking good with his tongue, and just what the hell was that was that warm, hardened ball you chanced a feel of from time to time, because it was zapping pleasure through you with the ferocity of some sort of hurricane —

“Open your eyes, doll.”

Sanji’s tongue had disappeared from your sex, taking it with it that searing pleasure, the loss forcing your eyes to snap open so you could level the man between your legs with a disappointed glare. The lone light turned on in the galley reflected the shine of spit and arousal smeared along Sanji’s chin and lips, which were lifted into that boyish grin that never failed to send flutters through your heart. Your brain almost completely short circuited at the sight of your own arousal glistening on that handsome face between your legs, and it took you a few embarrassing seconds to register that Sanji had spoken to you.

“Uh, what?” You asked smartly, words coming out as no more than wispy breaths. Sanji’s grin only widened and your hips nearly bucked off the counter when the man blew a stream of cold air against your overheated clit.

“You’re so sensitive, love. Does it really feel that good?”

Your skin flushed at Sanji’s antics, the bashfulness that had previously been overpowered by pleasure returning full force. Sanji knew you’d never been with another person this way, had never felt anyone’s hands, fingers, or tongue on you, had never felt the kind of pleasure that Sanji was shoving into you — it was embarrassing enough alone, and here he was teasing you about it.

Sanji ripped you from your state of silence by sliding a thick thumb between your folds, trailing from the very bottom and only stopping when the pad of his thumb reached your clit. With a spark in his eyes Sanji slowly rubbed a circle over your clit, pulling a sharp exhale of breath from between your lips as your hips trembled from the action.

“Answer me, doll.” Sanji gently commanded, the rolling timbre of his voice sliding over your body like a physical thing and demanding compliance from you. You couldn’t help but nod with a small, breathy, “yes.”

Sanji’s gentle expression turned downright devilish, the sight sending mixed signals of panic and arousal straight to your brain stem, and your heart thundered erratically with anticipation when Sanji leaned closer to your sex — that masterful tongue was so close to your clit now, if only Sanji would have the clemency to put it there.

“Show me how good it feels, love. Let me see the look in your eyes when you cum on my tongue.” Sanji growled, hands shooting up to wrap his forearms around your thighs and hold your lower body in place. Your breath halted in your lungs and you had barely a moment’s preparation before Sanji was diving into your pussy again, tongue and lips devouring every inch of it like a man starved.

“Fuck!” You hissed out as your clit was assaulted by a barrage of flicks and circles, pleasure zipping through your lower half much more intensely than before. Had Sanji been holding back before, or something? Sanji’s eyes were endless pools of deep ocean as he stared into yours, bottom half of his face completely hidden by your pubis, and your gut clenched almost uncomfortably with the familiar build of an orgasm.

The atmosphere had changed instantaneously; it was heavy, hot, full of tension and desire to a degree it hadn’t possessed before, and you could feel everything now.

You could feel every small physical detail of Sanji’s tongue as it laved over your cunt; the veins, the bumps, the ridges, that fucking ball. You could feel the tip of Sanji’s nose rubbing across the skin above your clit as he subtly shook his head, his groans and grunts vibrating your clit with a tortuous intensity, each and every sensation winding the coil inside your gut tighter and tighter.

“That’s it, baby,” Sanji breathed against your cunt, voice thick with arousal, “keep looking at me like that, fuck.”

Despite the flush it was bringing to your skin, you simply couldn’t tear your eyes away from Sanji’s — you couldn’t stop watching as he ate you, as his eyes fluttered every so often from the taste of you, those baby blues nearly swallowed by blankets of black. It felt almost as if Sanji was getting more pleasure than you were, his moans deep and consistent, tongue haphazardly shoving into your cunt and twisting. There was less grace about his movements, but the desperation and pure sloppy hunger within them made up for it entirely.

“Oh, my gods, Sanji,” you whimpered, head becoming fuzzy as that coil continued to wind, pleasure and pure passion now taking control of your body as you brought a hand down to grip a fistful of Sanji’s hair. You wanted that hot tongue closer, harder, deeper inside you, wanted Sanji to eat you like he meant it, make that coil finally snap, fuck.

Your hips rocked against his face, the movements hindered by the grip he still held on your thighs, and when you couldn’t use your hips to attain your desire, you used your grip in his hair as leverage to push his face closer. Sanji let out a guttural groan as you did so, his tongue now focusing all of its attention on your clit, flicking and sucking and circling, shit, it felt so good, you were losing your mind —

“S-Sanji, fuck, don’t stop.” You begged, tears pricking behind your eyes as your hips stuttered. It was so close, you could feel it, you were teetering right on the edge. You just needed a bit more. “Ah, faster, please, I’m almost there.”

Sanji groaned and dropped his forearms from your thighs, winding his hands up to instead grip your hips harshly. Never faltering the movements of his tongue, Sanji rocked your hips for you, nearly crushing your cunt against his mouth with the fast, hard pace he’d forced upon your hips. You let your body fall lax as Sanji manhandled you easily, guiding your body to the utmost point of pleasure, tongue leaving your clit to shove between your folds and wiggle inside your tight channel.

Sanji’s moans now rivaled yours in volume, and had you been in your right mind, you probably would have been concerned about whether or not someone could hear the lewd activities unfolding within the galley — but Sanji was effectively tongue fucking all coherency out of your brain, eyes locked on yours and that little ball scraping against the bottom wall of your cunt and driving you absolutely feral.

“Fucking shit, Sanji, it feels so good.” You moaned, fingers scratching against his scalp in appreciation, your hips trembling under his hands and that coil winding so tightly you were sure you were going to start cramping from it if it didn’t snap soon. “Keep fucking doing that, I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Sanji’s right hand curled forward until he could slide his fingertips against your clit, the combined stimulation of his tongue plunging into your cunt and firm fingertips rubbing circles into your clit nearly instantly snapping that coil. Your other hand swung down to grip his hair as well, and your hips bucked with abandon against his face as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” You chanted, upper body curling around Sanji’s head as your hips twitched and your clit throbbed under his fingers. Sanji never slowed his caresses, didn’t once stop your movements, not until the waves of your orgasm had faded and the pleasure quickly turned into something unpleasant.

Sanji’s tongue slipped out of your cunt wetly, his hand giving your hip a slight squeeze as his other retracted from your clit, and as you sat dazed and breathless, still riding the high of your orgasm, Sanji maneuvered your bodies until he was now standing between your shaking thighs, his hands coming up to rest on either side of your neck.

“Are you okay, love?” Sanji asked gently, and all you could do was nod with a goofy sort of smile on your face. That had felt absolutely amazing, and your body was still buzzing, still hot and so, so fuzzy from the aftershocks. You leaned your forehead into Sanji’s chest, inhaling the subtle scent of his cologne, your near liquified arms coming up to wrap around his middle.

For a few moments, the two of you stayed like that, wrapped around each other, until Sanji finally broke the silence.

“You looked so amazing when you came, doll.”

The words were hot, spoken lowly with something akin to reverence, but there was something else eddying beneath them, something that told you there was more to the statement than just what he’d said. Your suspicions were confirmed when Sanji slid his hands from your neck and wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling your lower half flush against his, and your breath halted in your lungs when you felt the searing heat of his clothed cock against your core. It was fucking massive — and Sanji’s next lowly growled words sent a shiver up your spine.

“I can’t wait to see you when you cum on my cock.”

[bearmansbabe]

Ollie Bearman x Reader

Summary: You give Ollie a special reward for his victory in Monza...

Warnings: Smut, NSFW content

“Ollie Bearman wins in Monza!!” the commentator blares. An uncontrollable, wide grin spreads across your face as you watch your boyfriend cross the line. The Prema garage erupts around you with joy.

You join the rest of the Prema crew in the pitlane and watch as Ollie stops his car in front of the #1 marker stand. He leaps out, pumping his fists in the air, and rushes towards you. His strong arms wrap around you in a firm hug. The adrenaline pumping through his veins cause him to hold you a little too tight, but you love how well you fit in his arms.

He releases you and embraces the rest of his team before heading inside to fulfil FIA checks before the podium. You wait impatiently to see him celebrate on the podium. After 15 minutes, they do the podium. He comes out, a huge grin across his face. He raises his trophy above his head and sprays the champagne over the other drivers on the podium. Then he blows a kiss down to you – instantly, you know fans on TikTok will be clipping that up, wishing he was doing that to them. You knew how unbelievably desirable your boyfriend was but had no intention of sharing him with anyone.

After the podium, you let him go and celebrate with the team and return to the motorhome to wait for him…

Ollie opens the door 30 minutes later. “Hey baby,” you say as he enters.

His soft brown eyes look at you. His messy, brown hair perfectly frame his gorgeous face. His usually curly hair

“Hey,” he replies, placing his trophy and champagne on the table and then walking towards you.

 “How’s my winner feeling?” You ask.

“I’m exhausted,” he replies, his eyes closing as he hugs you gently.

“Well, you can relax now, baby. Let me take care of you,” you say. You capture his mouth in a soft kiss, beginning to undo his Prema overalls. You suck his neck, his heavy breath in your ear. You slowly peel his Prema overalls off his body and let them hang from his waist. You drop to the floor and remove his boots. You’re on your knees as you pull his overalls off, exposing his boxers and the noticeable bulge in them. You take off his socks and return back to your feet.

You start kissing him again. It’s more passionate and desperate now. Your lips crash together harder. You grip the hem of his shirt and pull it up. He gets the memo and raises his arms so you can pull his tight white undershirt over his head. “I love your body so much!” you exclaim as you expose his chiselled abs and toned arms. His mouth forms a wide grin as you take in the magnificent body in front of you.

His body is coated in a layer of sweat and champagne. It glistens in the light on his wonderfully toned body. You begin a tour of his perfectly sculpted physique. You begin at his tight pecs and gently play with his adorable pink nipples. You stroke your hand down his chest and over his sensational abs. Your eyes wander to the thick bulge in Ollie’s boxers, a malevolent smile creeping across your face.

You take a nipple in your mouth, tweaking the other with your hand. Again, he exhales deeply at your touch. Your cold hand against his warm body like a shock of electricity. You lay a trail of kisses down his body, over his impressive chest and defined abs, slowly dropping to your knees. The saltiness from the sweat and the velvety notes of Champagne mix to form a delicious concoction on your tongue. You kneel before him, face-to-face with his suggestive tent. You gently scrape your nails against his skin and under his waistband. You slide his black boxers off to unveil his thick, 7-inch cock which springs up, almost hitting you in the face.

It's the most beautiful dick you’ve ever seen. His pulsating purple head, already glistening with precum, makes you salivate instantly. His long and thick shaft is made even more beautiful by the bulging veins across its surface. A trimmed bush of hair frames his impressive cock and his balls, full of his delicious cum, look enticing.

You wrap your strong hand around his length. A soft moan escapes his lips as you run your fingers over his member. You begin rolling your fist along his shaft, his foreskin gliding back and forth to expose his head which beckons you to swallow it. His moans become louder as you stroke him faster.

“Are you liking it?” You ask him, looking up at his magnificent body.

“Mmmm…” he agrees, nodding his head, “I love the feeling of your hand round my cock.”

“Well if you’re enjoy this, you will love what’s coming next,” you reply. You stop pumping his impressive cock and move your mouth towards his meat. You see him shiver as he feels your breath against his cock. Then you slowly circle your tongue around his head. You hear Ollie exhale deeply and his cock throb at the touch of your tongue.

Next, you swallow the head of his cock in your mouth, and he lets out the most delightful moan.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he moans. This is all the encouragement you need to progress the blowjob. You slide your lips down his shaft and begin bobbing on his shaft. You start slowly and gradually increase the pace. Ollie’s moans become more desperate, high-pitched, and loud.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” Ollie stated through bated breath.

You pop off his cock and flash a flirtatious smile at him. “We ought to do something about that then,” you reply, returning to your feet. Now at face level, you hold strong eye contact until he places his large, soft hand on your cheek and pulls you into a passionate kiss. His pulls back for a moment and pulls your shirt up. You raise your arms, and he lifts your shirt over your head. He ogles at your body like you had done earlier before resuming the kiss. His hands start roaming your body, desperate to touch every inch of your body.

You break away from the kiss and say, “I want to get back to sucking your fat cock.”

“Strip for me first, please, babe,” Ollie says, pouting.

You pull off your socks and then slide your trousers off. You stand there in just your underwear and watch as he stares at your body, gently stroking his cock. You remove your underwear and drop to your knees again. You start by sucking his balls. They feel so full in your mouth. You lick a stripe up his cock and then envelop his cock with your mouth again.

Your eyes travel up Ollie's body to the Briton's soft face. The F2 driver's cheeks shone a shade of crimson. Your tongue forces Ollie's eyes to roll to the back of their sockets. You begin to bob quickly, sucking hard on 18-year-olds’s thick cock. The Prema driver places his hand on the back of your head as you pleasure him. Your hands hold his smooth muscular thighs legs. Devouring the length of Ollie's shaft, you suck the delicious cock. He grabs a handful of your hair and presses your face down so far that your nose presses against his pale crotch. You send waves of pure pleasure through the F2 driver's body.

“I’m close, babe,” Ollie moans. This makes you increase the pace. You take his entire length in your mouth. It tastes amazing and is covered in your saliva. You suck harder and faster until he explodes in your throat.

“Ohhhh, yessss,” He moans, followed by a string of expletives, as he finishes in your mouth. You swallow his delightful load. The salty taste lingering on your tongue.

“That was heavenly,” Ollie comments and he recovers his breathing from your intense moment.

“Now it’s your turn,” you say, returning to your feet.

“Okay, let’s take this to the bedroom,” he says. His strong arms pick your naked body up like a trophy and he carries you to his bedroom to have his way with you…

[aphidclan-clangen]

Gym Leaders

Oleander

Grass type

Alder+Pigeon+Titania

Psychic type

Lilacpaw

Fire type

Spiderglade

Bug type

Paradiseskies

Flying type

Goldshine

Dark type

Gravel

Ground type

Firebeetle

Fairy type

Elite 4

Stormwhisper

Steel type

Shadebreak

Poison type

Icesheep

Ice type

Sparkspeckle

Electric type

Champion

Pearlstar

Teams

Oleander(Grass)

Fomantis (lvl 15)

Razor leaf

Fury cutter

Protect

Sunny day

Ability : Leaf guard

Morelull (lvl 15)

Mega drain

Confuse ray

Astonish

Poison powder

Ability : Effect spore

Deerling (lvl 16)

Leech seed

Double kick

Sand attack

Trailblaze

Ability : Sap sipper

Alder+Pigeon+Titania(Psychic)

Solosis (lvl 21)

Psybeam

Confusion

Charm

Encore

Ability : Regenerator

Ralts (lvl 21)

Draining kiss

Confusion

Psybeam

Double team

Ability : Synchronize

Espurr (lvl 21)

Disarming voice

Covet

Psyshock

Scratch

Ability : Keen eye

Lilacpaw(Fire)

Fletchinder (lvl 27

Ember

Acrobatics

Agility

Fire spin

Ability : Flame body

Houndoom (lvl 27)

Incinerate

Thunder fang

Snarl

Bite

Ability : Early bird

Torkoal (lvl 28)

Lava plume

Clear smoke

Smokescreen

Rapid spin

Ability : White smoke

Ninetales (lvl 28)

Flamethrower

Charm

Fake tears

Rest

Ability : Drought

Spiderglade(Bug)

Anorith (lvl 33)

Bug bite

Brine

Ancient power

Slash

Ability : Battle armor

Centiskorch (lvl 33)

Inferno

Bite

Skitter smack

Slam

Abilty : Flame body

Leavanny (lvl 34)

Fell stinger

Razor leaf

String shot

Seed bomb

Ability : Chlorophyll

Heracross (lvl 35)

Horn attack

Brick break

Struggle bug

Seismic toss

Ability : Guts

Paradiseskies(Flying)

Altaria (lvl 40)

Dragon breath

Feather dance

Disarming voice

Hurricane

Ability : Natural cure

Staraptor (lvl 40)

Aerial ace

Theif

Close combat

Air slash

Ability : Intimidate

Togekiss (lvl 40)

Sky attack

Fairy wind

Water pulse

Extreme speed

Ability : Super luck

Archeops (lvl 41)

Dragon claw

Rock throw

Wing attack

Crunch

Ability : Defeatist

Goldshine(Dark)

Pangoro (lvl 46)

Bullet punch

Crunch

Low sweep

Night slash

Ability : Iron fist

Sableye (lvl 46)

Night shade

Zen headbutt

Knock off

Confuse ray

Ability : Prankster

Zoroark (lvl 47)

Night daze

U-turn

Extrasensory

Shadow ball

Ability : Illusion

Zoroark (lvl 47)

Night daze

Brick break

Sludge bomb

Hex

Ability : Illusion

Umbreon (lvl 48)

Dark pulse

Moonlight

Bodyslam

Confuse ray

Ability : Inner focus

Gravel(Ground)

Garchomp (lvl 53)

Dragon claw

Bulldoze

Crunch

Slash

Ability : Rough skin

Mamoswine (lvl 53)

Ancient power

Earthquake

Ice fang

Snowscape

Ability : Snow cloak

Sandslash (lvl 54)

Bulldoze

Stone edge

Gyro ball

Poison jab

Ability : Sand rush

Nidoqueen (lvl 54)

Sludge wave

Crunch

Earth power

Sandstorm

Ability : Poison point

Mudsdale (lvl 55)

High horsepower

Heavy slam

Superpower

Double edge

Ability : Stamina

Firebeetle(Fairy)

Clefable (lvl 60)

Moonblast

Moonlight

Meteor mash

Ice beam

Ability : Magic guard

Florges (lvl 60)

Moonblast

Solar beam

Magical leaf

Sunny day

Ability : Flower veil

Gardevoir (lvl 60)

Dream eater

Dazzling gleam

Shadow sneak

Destiny bond

Ability : Trace

Grimmsnarl (lvl 61)

Foul play

Play rough

Nasty plot

Draining kiss

Ability : Prankster

Alolan Ninetales (lvl 62)

Blizzard

Aurora beam

Extrasensory

Dazzling gleam

Ability : Snow warning

Stormwhisper(Steel)

Metagross (lvl 70)

Meteor mash

Zen headbutt

Hammer arm

Iron defense

Ability : Clear body

Lucario (lvl 70)

Close combat

Dragon pulse

Steel beam

Quick guard

Ability : Inner focus

Genesect (lvl 70)

Metal claw

Bug buzz

Zap cannon

Shadow claw

Ability : Download

Corviknight (lvl 70)

Brave bird

Thief

Steel wing

Roost

Ability : Pressure

Aggron (lvl 70)

Metal burst

Iron tail

Rock slide

Dragon rush

Ability : Sturdy

Shadebreak(Poison)

Seviper (lvl 70)

Belch

Crunch

X-scissor

Iron head

Ability : Shed skin

Drapion (lvl 70)

X-scissor

Cross poison

Toxic spikes

Ice fang

Ability : Battle armor

Toxicroak (lvl 70)

Gunk shot

Bullet punch

Sucker punch

Swords dance

Ability : Dry skin

Toxtricity (lvl 70)

Boomburst

Shock wave

Gunk shot

Hex

Ability : Punk rock

Dragalge (lvl 70)

Outrage

Poison tail

Hydro pump

Play rough

Ability : Poison point

Icesheep(Ice)

Alolan Sandslash (lvl 70)

Icicle crash

Metal claw

Blizzard

Leech life

Ability : Snow cloak

Glaceon (lvl 70)

Blizzard

Ice fang

Bite

Shadow ball

Ability : Ice body

Weavile (lvl 70)

Dark pulse

Icy wind

Metal claw

Screech

Ability : Pressure

Lapras (lvl 70)

Brine

Freeze dry

Hydro pump

Charm

Ability : Hydration

Walrein (lvl 70)

Hail

Aurora beam

Waterfall

Avalanche

Ability : Ice body

Sparkspeckle(Electric)

Zebstrika (lvl 70)

Wild charge

Trash

Eerie impulse

Overheat

Ability : Lightning rod)

Luxray (lvl 70)

Wild charge

Take down

Crunch

Thunder fang

Ability : Intimidate

Boltund (lvl 70)

Electric terrain

Thunder

Snarl

Play rough

Ability : Strong jaw

Ampharos (lvl 70)

Dragon pulse

Zap cannon

Power gem

Bulldoze

Ability : Static

Raichu (lvl 70)

Thunder

Draining kiss

Iron tail

Focus blast

Ability : Static

Pearlstar

Galarian Rapidash (lvl 75)

Smart strike

Psycho cut

Charm

Dazzling gleam

Ability :Pastel veil

Mismagius (lvl 75)

Phantom force

Power gem

Dark pulse

Night shade

Ability : Levitate

Steelix (lvl 75)

Ice fang

Double edge

Iron tail

Dark pulse

Ability : Sheer force

Bewear (lvl 75)

Superpower

Thrash

Brutal swing

Dragon claw

Abilty : Fluffy

Goodra (lvl 75)

Power whip

Muddy water

Poison tail

Ice beam

Ability : Sap sipper

Absol (lvl 75)

Future sight

Sucker punch

Hex

Swords dance

Ability : Pressure

ENJOYYYY :3

okay. this is fucking awesome. and it’s always interesting to hear your guys’s headcanons/perspectives on the characters.

but “giving non-Pokemon OCs Pokemon teams and imagining their role/jobs in the Pokemon universe” is a very specific hyperfixation of mine. i have been doing this with my OCs for years. and you bet your doggone dollar that i have fuckin OPINIONS on what teams my characters would have and what their roles would best fit. and you know what that means.

THE APHIDCLAN POKÉMON AU

(Obviously in this au, they’d all be humans, but I do not have the capacity to make up human designs on the spot for 16 different characters right now, so this is all you’re getting) As always, you play as the player character in a non-descript undecided generation that takes place either in or after Gen 8. You are the newest student of Professor Pearlstar, who is both a man of science studying new Pokemon and the champion of the region. He is regarded as the expert on all things Pokemon and is excellent at taming and raising the creatures (hence why he’s so powerful, and your mentor). He encourages you to go out and explore the region to discover new Pokemon for your Pokédex, and encourages you to do the league challenge while you’re at it. (“but sir, won’t that mean that if i get to the end of the challenge…I’ll be challenging you?” “Yup! Good luck! ^w^”)

Your companion is Lilacpaw. She’s this rebellious preteen brat that you meet on the road, you battle her on occasion but for the most part she’s here to help you out when you need it and continuously check on you as your brand new best friend.

Your rival is Oleander. In my mind, Oleander is too baby to be a gym leader (same with lilac, who in this universe is younger than him. she’s like, 10-13, and he’s 15-16ish), so he’s your rival instead. He bares a resemblance to Gladion in Sun and Moon. He’s a member of the local “evil team,” The Saint Tines, a cult-like organization that keeps stealing and trying to “sacrifice” other people’s Pokemon. You continuously catch fern in the act of participating in crimes that you have to stop by battling him. However, they become your friend over time, slowly realizing how bad news their organization is and leaving it to help you defeat the evil final boss, The Reverend, at the end of the game. The Reverend would be the Giovanni/Cyrus/Lysander/etc character in the game. Oleander and Lilacpaw are siblings that bicker all the damn time

The first gym you face is the Normal type gym, run by gym leader Pigeon.

For ease sake I’m gonna say all gym leaders have 4 pokemon. Pigeon owns a Stoutland (his prize Pokemon), Tauros, Ursaring, and Diggersby. His Pokemon are early lvl 20s. I wanted to give his team a farm theme, since he lives on a farm. He’s the farmhand countryboy man,,,

Next, the Dark type gym, led by Goldshine.

Goldshine owns a Mimikyu, Sableye, Absol, and an Umbreon. His Pokemon are mid lvl 20s. I wanted to give him the most emo misunderstood team possible

The fourth gym would be the fairy type gym, run by Titania.

Titania would have a Togepi, Milotic, Blissey, and a Wigglytuff. She has a very cute and beautiful team, all around late lvl 20s. Shes married to Pigeon and Alder and can frequently be seen hanging around Pigeon’s gym and vice versa. Alder’s role in the game would be closer to a “nurse joy” figure, he continuously pops up around the region throughout your journey, where he heals your pokemon and can sell you various berries and healing supplies. Hes a sweet, traveling old man following the league trail to make sure all those kiddos take care of themselves <3

Next, the Bug type gym, ran by Spiderglade.

Spiderglade owns an Ariados, Parasect, Scyther, and a Dustox. His Pokemon are early lvl 30s. I wanted a strong poison type secondary theme for him, his gym would be heavily centered around poison, toxicity, and pollution. Parasect for mind control symbolism. He’s very much in touch with his little brother, Blisswhistle, though he hasn’t sent his parents letters in a while… also how the hell would he not have at least one spider pokemon

Next, the electric type gym, ran by Sparkspeckle.

Sparkspeckle uses a Flaaffy, Toxtricity, Electabuzz, and a Dedenne. Her team are all mid lvl 30s, her gym probably has a stage built-in with a band playing all the time, and it’s all very crazy electric punk (with a touch of cutesy).

Next, the water type gym, run by Stormwhisper.

Stormwhisper would own a Lapras, Azumarill, Lanturn, Carracosta, all late lvl 30s. He would be a very nice and merciful gym leader, especially in comparison to his siblings. He gives you free healing items before you battle <3

Next, the ice gym, ran by Icesheep.

Icesheep would own a Snom, Aurorus, Beartic, and an Alolan Ninetales. His team is all early lvl 40s, and he’s very friendly as a gym leader! He does warn you about his sibling, however…

The explosive and intimidating poison type gym leader, Shadebreak.

Shadebreak would own a Liepard, Toxtricity, Crobat, and a Gengar. All their Pokemon are mid lvl 40s, and they are merciless. They are the final gym leader. ((Spark likes to talk about how they’re “twinning” with the Toxtricity and similar gym themes, but Shade absolutely hates it and makes a grumpy face every time Spark talks about how they’re so totally twins))

Once you’ve defeated all eight gym leaders, you move on to the…

ELITE FOUR

Gonna be honest, the only two I had actual solid typing in mind with was Gravel w/ Steel Type and Paradiseskies with Flying Type. But Blisswhistle and Firebeetle I had little to NO clue what to do with, so for the most part I decided the elite four’s teams with varied typing in mind for all of them. Gravel is based around dark/steel typing, Paradiseskies is flying/water/fairy based, Blisswhistle is ice/normal/fairy based, and Firebeetle I divided between fire, water, and fairy types because I couldn’t pick between the three.

Blisswhistle, the first Elite Four member you face and the weakest, uses an Aurorus, Cinccino, Frosmoth, Lapras, and a Togekiss. Shes very sweet and loves her gym leader husband very much. ((there really needs to be more rainbow pokemon……))

Firebeetle, the second member you face, owns a Walrein, Primarina, Volcarona, Granbull, and a Centiskorch. He’s happily married to his wife, Gravel.

Paradiseskies, the third and second-strongest elite four member, uses a Florges, Hatterene, Togekiss, Altaria, and a Gardevoir. She’s very happy to work alongside her husband and children.

Gravel the Brutal lives up to their title. A former member of the Saint Tines, she would appear frequently in your continuous efforts to stop the organization, aiding your efforts in taking them down. They use an Obstagoon, a Pangoro, a Steelix, a Garchomp, and a Metagross. All four members are mid lvl 50s to early lvl 60s.

THE CHAMPION AND RIVAL BATTLE

Pearlstar is very proud of you and your progress! You’ve come a long way since you first started your apprenticeship under his wing. But now it’s time for the final test, and stars not holding back. Let’s see if you can handle Pearlstar at his best, hm?

Pearlstar uses a Clefairy, Gallade, Bewear, Galarian Rapidash, Kengaskhan, and a Starmie. They’re all mid lvl 70s. After you beat him, he happily retires the position and tells you how extremely proud he is of your growth as a trainer.

Then Oleander challenges you. All his Pokemon are early lvl 50s (the phantump probably would’ve evolved into a Trevenant by the end of the game, but for the most part it stays a phantump). He uses an Alolan Muk, a Weezing, a Phantump, a Mimikyu, a Vileplume, and a Decidueye (regardless of which starter you chose). By this point, you’d have gone through quite a lot together, and now this battle is more a triumphant rival-to-rival fight for old times sake. He loses, and takes his defeat in stride, thanking you for everything you’ve done for him and all the wonderful times you’ve had together. He hopes to keep in touch.

And I think that’s everything <3

[0v3rcast]

Gnaw (4)

You stand at the precipice of Liyue. The land of Geo. The resting place of a corpse-god, the dragon Rex Lapis, and the home of Archon Zhongli.

Though some part of you hopes that they'll be less hostile, you can't help but feel that Liyue will simply be more of the same.

More suffering. More death.

But now you have a gift. A way to protect yourself. The symbol of one of your loyal creations, and a font of power from which to draw destructive energy. You are not alone. And you will not fall so easily.

You step through a boundary, a line between the nations, and the world changes. Suddenly, the sky does not feel so vast. The air feels thinner, and the ground beneath your feet feels... denser. More present. As though the soil and stone of Mondstadt was gravel.

You take a few moments to breathe, to aquaint yourself with lungs that go unaided by Anemo, and begin walking.

Somewhere in the distance lies the Stone Gate. You decide to avoid it and the people of Liyue as best you can.

You decide to experiment with the abilities you now have so you can defend yourself if need be.

First, you should probably learn to sense them, starting at the symbol upon your wrist.

After a minute of concentration, you feel the faintest twitch of static in your veins. The subtle hum of energy that now calls you home.

You move the energy sluggishly, slowly convincing it to travel along your veins, and it proceeds to gain speed.

By the end of your first hour of 'training', there is a storm in your chest, your heart pounding thunder down your ribs, your blood singing with voltaic power.

It feels good.

You are unaware that special organs are rapidly growing in your dermis and flesh to allow you to conduct electrical energy safely.

You are unaware of the way billions of neurons are rearranging themselves to make your use of this power instinctive.

You are unaware of the way your entire nervous system is editing itself, allowing you to pump your body full of electro energy without a cost to your health.

You are unaware that you could now shrug off chewing on a power plant generator's active primary circuit or that you would register lightning as nothing more than a mild annoyance.

What you are aware of is the ball of lightning hovering over your hand. You grin, victorious.

(Electro watches from their throne at the peak of existence, smug smile on their face.)

Your doppelgänger howls in agony as they carve a spiral into the space between their shoulderblades with a blade that oozes molten gold.

They cannot allow themselves to be discovered as a false God. To be revealed now would be a waste of all their work.

To lose the luxuries they rightfully deserve is so horrible a fate that they'd rather maim themselves to keep up the illusion.

Soon, their acolytes will arrive.

They command that their 'imposter' shall be killed on sight.

Five Archons obey.

(They do not notice the way their Gnosis begin to dim.)

You spend two weeks slowly navigating the terrain of Liyue and exploring your new abilities.

You've learned to weave the energy into your limbs to vastly speed them up. You've learned to push that energy into your nails and teeth, turning them into vicious claws and fangs.

You've learned to push the energy into your brain to increase your reaction time and slow the world around you to a crawl.

Days of travel are collapsed into mere hours as you become a purple-streaked blur that rushes across the terrain fast enough to run up cliff faces and across water.

...you've also had countless bloody noses and scraped limbs, gotten enough dirt in your mouth to fill a flowerpot, choked on a multitude of flying bugs, and nearly drowned trying to water-walk.

Fruit and vegetables are bountiful, but you can't quite shake the urge to find some new small creature and bite down into it and fill your mouth with delicious red-

No. You are better than your urges. You are a person, not an animal, no matter how tempting the idea is.

Unfortunately this peace does not last.

You run across a small patrol of Millelith members, each bearing a weapon of some sort.

"Fuck," you hiss, ducking into the treeline to hopefully avoid being found. It's too late.

One of them cries out in alarm, and the entire group is instantly alerted to your presence.

You learn from the orders their leader is barking that you are now to be slain on sight.

Spears are leveled in your direction, arrows are nocked and readied, clubs and greatswords rise.

You easily avoid the arrows, your body humming with electro energy, and the first to swing their blade at you is met with a spear of lightning through the brain, their body writhing violently at the end.

You dispel the spear and dodge a mace, giving the woman bearing it a blast of electrical energy straight to the face, turning her head to ash and instantly killing her.

An arrow slices your side as you toss the headless body away from you, and the wound immediately begins to sizzle as it mends in a golden scar.

You reach into the head of the archer from a distance and send a jolt of power into his brain, flash-frying nerves and swiftly ending his life.

You don't remember ever being as clumsy and slow as they are before you had Electro. Are humans this pathetic, or are the Millelith just awful?

Five more stand in your way.

You gather the charge within your gift and send it out as a bolt of raw electro energy.

The leader is hit, but does not die. They are instead surrounded by a potent magnetic field. The metal of their armor and the metal of their squadmates attract to each other, and they're slammed together.

The five of them struggle to part themselves, pathetically squirming in place. You put them out of their misery to save them the embarrassment.

As soon as that's done, the gravity of your actions hits you. You just killed eight people.

You're horrified - but they were going to kill you first, weren't they?

Should you feel horrified for defending yourself from people who wanted you dead?

...should you feel anything for these people? Some part of you still desperately clings to the idea that this is all some fucked-up dream or a game.

It ceases to matter when elemental energy erupts right in front of you, and Kequing lunges out of a teleport to cleanly slice off your head.

As your vision begins to blacken, and the world drifts away, you watch your headless body stagger backward a few steps and then drop.

"Maybe next time," you mutter without sound, as the darkness swallows you.

Deep purple blood oozes from the stump of your neck as every trace of your corpse disintegrates.

("I will put you back together, my maker," whispers the Abyss. "I will always put you back together.")

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Til It's Done(Steph x Caitlin x Reader)

A/n In light of one very exciting result just hours ago 👀. (You'll bounce back part 3)

Your heart was racing. You'd been waiting for this moment. The green pitch is primed and feels almost both pillowy yet hard beneath your studs.

You finally get to play again, the injury having dragged you back from this moment since the game against Ireland.

Tony definitely did not want to risk injuring you any further either.

The crowd was ecstatic, and the noise resonated loudly around you as the board was lifted. Mini's number in red, yours in green. The crowd grew louder with yells of excitement, thankfulness, and congratulations for the midfielder as she jogged off towards you, a proud but exhausted look on her face.

She'd had an amazing 110 minutes, but she was exhausted, and it was showing, so Tony sent you on. You jog on, listening to the fans in the thousands, letting the screams and whistles fill your veins with adrenaline, letting the blood in them pump faster with every boot fall.

The other girls around you nod at you as you pass them to fill Katrina's spot in centre defence. Neither team has scored yet, but they were all buzzing for it. Everything was electric, the air, the noise, the pitch with every slide, Caitlin's eyes as they met yours when you made a run to cross it to her.

You worry for Steph when a particularly hard block on her part sends the attacker into her calf, and she's limping as she gets back up again.

The minutes tick down, and the Matildas are left with just four minutes of stoppage time, and all you can do is focus on keeping out the french strikers.

In the end, it goes to penalties, and you're selected as one of the one for one backup shots.

It's France who gets to shoot first. The air is tense as Macca stands silent and cold, waiting for the first move. The whistle blows to sound the start of the first penalty. And...

She's saved it!

The lineup on the quarter is bouncing, cheering, and screaming for Mackenzie as she celebrates the save.

"That's our fucking brick wall!" You scream out.

The save is signalled, and the goalkeeper for France lines up next. It's Caitlin taking the shot. You yell out to her, "C'mon Cait! you got this, babe!"

She's stoic in her stance, keeping her eyes only on the ball. The whistle. She steps up. She runs, and she lets it loose on the goal.

It's in, and you scream as loud as the crowd when it hits the net. "Yeah, baby!!" Steph, beside you is screaming just as loud.

It goes goal for goal, and your heart breaks slightly for Steph when her shot is saved. And when you score yours, your girlfriends join you in cheering as you run back to the lineup. You're cheering until Mackenzie makes another save, but the team is taken from their cheers when the ref orders the penalty to be retaken. Macca had stepped off her line.

It's only when she makes the save again that you're testing your vocal chords once again. She gives a smartass look to the ref, basically asking if she'd count this one. When it's counted, she's out, and the other goalkeeper is back in. The shot is saved.

It's when Courtnee steps up to take hers, the air shifts, and the desparation sets in. But she's calm and collected, and it's the moment you know she's going to score. It feels like a do or die moment. Her eyes are set on the ball. She takes a slow and calm run up.

You can barely register the victorious shrieks and screams of your teammates over the roar of the forty-nine thousand strong crowd as you all sprint towards Viney when she takes a run towards the team. The sound of the ball hitting the net had never been more relieving and vindicating at the same time. You watch as your family jumps to meet the girl in a huge screaming hug.

When the group disperses enough for you to tuck the ginger haired girl under your arm, you do. She's almost in tears, shaking and bouncing around in your hold as you pull her in to hug her tight, all but yelling into her ear.

"You fucking did it Court! You won the quarters for us!"

She laughs, shaking her head against your shoulder. "You scored first!" is her answer.

It's then that you feel a small body launch itself onto your back. And you realize it's Mini as she screams into your ear. "Rocky! My girl, beautiful goal!" Your arms hold her legs as you run around the group with her on your back. Courtnee laughs at the two of you before she's enveloped by another one of your teammates.

Mini is cheering from her spot on you, and she stays there while you all make your rounds of the pitch, thanking the fans. Getting them going by throwing her arms in the air, Mini is practically vibrating against you, despite her level of tiredness. When your mom jumps off you, it's Charli that envelopes you, arm stiffly around your neck, holding you down for another noogy, as she yells her excitement. You push her away, grinning as you chase after her, trying to get her back and then you're caught by the waist. When you look up, it's your brunette defender who pulls you into her tight.

You immediately latch onto Steph, arms wrapping up around her shoulders, face buried in the crook of her neck. She rocks both of you back and forth, foot to foot, and you're left giggling as she presses soft kisses against your skin. Your hands rub her back softly as you pull away and look up at her. There's a shine to her eyes and you can't help the tears that slowly well up to join hers.

"We did it Baby, we're through."

"We did puddin', we're onto the semis." It's said in a high-pitched tone, the level of excitement shooting through both of your voices, causing voice cracks. She leans her forehead against yours.

Caitlin then appears behind you, her familiar hand resting on your lower back as she kisses your temple and tucks her face into Stephs shoulder. You all stand there for a moment, processing, letting the environment of the pitch fill you all with a phenomenal level of adrenaline.

Despite the both of them playing the full one hudree and twenty minutes, they pull you between them, arms around your shoulders as they guide you to the family and friends section, and you take off in a run from under them to go see Harper, who's being thrown into air by a grinning Charli, along with Katrina who's keeping a very stern eye on the girl.

You hug Katrina and then get pulled to the barriers and embraced tightly by her Mum, who whispers how proud she is of all of you.

You can hear Harper giggling and squealing behind you as she's being held by Charli. You turn to watch them with a bright smile, and Harper is being tickled at and kissed on the cheeks by Mini and the defender.

"Mummy noooo." More giggling ensues. "Cha cha!"

She eventually is allowed to settle a little, and she spots you next to Linda. She's quick to reach out for you. "Rocky!" "Harps!" You walk towards her arms out, and Charli hands her over with a playful gasp of betrayal. "Rocky!"

Harpers little arms wrap tightly around your neck as she gives you a playful kiss to the forehead, or her version of it at least. She kisses her hand and then smacks it against your forehead, which never fails to make you laugh, and you can see Charli giggling at the two of you.

You look for Mini and can see her leaning back against the barrier. She's watching the three of you with a teary-eyed look in her eyes. You smile softly at her. She's in mum mode.

"Uh oh, look out, Here comes the tickle monster, she's gonna eat you!!" You growl playfully, and your right hand comes up to tickle her, and you give a cheeky "om nom nom nom" against her cheek. She's squealing and writhing in your grasp. "Not da tickle monsta! Mummy! Come save me!"

"Yeah, mummy, come save Harps!" You chuckle as you scatter kisses all over her face. She's giving light smacks to your face now. And you laugh as you walk over to Katrina and her mother, and Harper is fast to jump out of your arms and into her Mum's.

Katrina pulls you back into her when Linda has Harper in her arms. She's holding you tight, and she's buried her face in your shoulder. You can feel her just about shaking as you hold her tightly, knowing she's probably just a bit overwhelmed seeing you and Charli be so good with her little girl.

After all, it'd only been a couple of years ago that she'd practically been on her own before you came in. Your hand rubs soft circles on her back. When she does let go, there's a few tears staining her cheeks, and your heart just about melts at the sight. You kiss her temple and mumble against it as you hold her a bit longer.

"You and Harps deserve this more than anything, I'll never be more grateful to have found you guys when I did. Hell, you've been a better mum to me than my own. Miles better."

You just about send yourself into tears again. After all, it wasn't a lie, Katrina, Linda, Harper, Charli, and now Clara had all been the best family to you.

She caresses your cheek softly and pulls you down to kiss your forehead. You quickly wipe at the tears. Katrina gestures subtly behind you, and you look back to see your girls watching you, eyes shining with love and something else you can't quite tell.

Though apparently Mini can, because she just laughs at your almost confused but affectionate gaze back at them. "I think they might be experiencing a little baby fever there, Rocky."

The thought has you blushing slightly, but you grin regardless and look back at Steph and Caitlin. They're engaged in conversation, but every so often, they're caught staring back at you, and you give them both a soft smile each time they do.

You walk over to your best friend, proud of her, for finally making it back into the game, and obviously for scoring. Your arm wraps around her shoulders as she stands, chatting away with her sister and Kristie.

Her sister hugs you, congratulating you, having been one to save your butt many times in your earlier years. And so does Kristie, the midfielder, having spent quite a bit of time with you and your girlfriends.

"Hey, Y/n, congrats on the win, I'm proud of you and Sam for making it back to play again." You can see Sam just about melt again because knowing them both, Kristie's already said it a million times, but she still grins like an idiot in love.

You rib her slightly, and thank Kristie. "She's melting here. It's gross. I'm gonna go find Ellie and Rass to see if they're out of energy yet."

Sam gets a mock offended look on her face. "Excuse me! You three are the ones that kept the rest of us up for three hours after we got back to the hotel-."

"Bye Sam!!!!"

You glance back to see Kristie laughing, shaking her head at the now huffing and pouting Sam.

You jog over to Ellie and jump on her back. "Oui oui bish!"

"Oi, shitbag! Off!" She doesn't actually drop you, though, and you pat her on the cheek as she attempts to headbutt you. You just barely dodge her head and try to jump off her again but she just drops both of you to the ground instead.

You groan when she lands on you, the back of her head hitting you in the ribs. "Idiot." You smack her arm and push her off you, and she laughs and takes off in a run, and you chase after her. It's only when the final call for the players to return the locker room begins that you stop chasing her and give her the 'I'm watching you' hand gesture.

She pokes her tongue out at you, and you both walk down the corridor away from the bright stadium lights and the buzzing air of the fans. You're one of the last ones into the hall, and when you're away from the cameras around the corner, you feel a hand grab you and pull you away from the locker room entryway and into a small utility closet. It's Steph, obviously on her own, considering Caitlin had long been yanked away to do media duty this time.

"Hey, pretty girl."

"Hi." You give a small grin with a nose scrunch as you're pressed back into the door. You hum when she kisses you, hands finding your waist, yours rest on her shoulder and neck, pulling her closer to you.

She deepens the kiss, tongue passing along your bottom lip and you groan when she squeezes you further against the door, leg pressing yours apart.

Before she can get too far, though, there's a loud banging on the door. "Hey, you two! Better get out of there before we dob you in to Tony, god knows you won't be rooming together ever again if you keep this up." It's Sam's voice coming through the door. Steph grumbles as her head finds your shoulder. You laugh, patting her back. "C'mon baby, we better get back."

You open the door, and Sam's standing there leant against the wall and grabs you by the elbow, dragging you back to the locker room. "C'mon, go shower, you're gonna make us late." She's practically shooing you into the showers.

"You tryna see something, Sammy? All you had to do was ask, it'll cost ya, though." You yell behind your shoulder at her causing the remaining girls to erupt into laughter.

She fires back, though, "Nah, I should get to see that shit for free. I'm your best friend, mate, go on then!" You poke your tongue out at her and toss your shirt at her as you pull it off and head into a stall.

You can hear her cheering playfully from outside the bathrooms. "Ayyy, let's go, look out, Stephy. Imma steal your girl." She turns to the defender who's just about to head for her own shower.

It must be Caitlin who walks in finally because you can hear her yell out to the other striker. "Oi Sam, you better not be, I'll fight you!"

Sam's laughing as she fires back "C'mon then!" There's sounds of a small playful tussle and laughing as they wrestle. A victorious "Ha!" Is yelled out and a "Alright. Alright. Alright! You win Cait, chill!"

A huff of victory and footsteps approach the stalls. "You hear that babe, you're mine now!" You can only laugh with a head shake, "Sure, baby, whatever you say!" The idiots.

Caitlin jumps into her shower stall, and you finish up in your own. Before you know it, exhaustion sets in as you pile onto the bus, still waiting for the last few stragglers to get on.

You're sat next Steph, head laid on her shoulder, her hand resting on your thigh comfortingly, thumb gently caressing it. Finally, the last of the girls are on, and the bus leaves to go to the hotel.

The girls start their chants as usual, singing and cheering when Lydia gets up to get them going more. You're cheering with them as well, albeit not as energetically.

Steph's urging your head back to her shoulder by the end of it. She can tell you're tiring quickly, and she doesn't blame you. She's ready to zonk out herself.

Caitlin is sitting beside Alanna one row back across the aisle. She's laughing and joking and prodding at the centre back beside her.

Occasionally, she's watching you both, knowing the both of you are exhausted, and most likely will pass out on the bus before it's reached it's destination, knowing she'll have to carry one of you up to either of your rooms.

The pride in her chest still hasn't quite registered with her. You guys were through to the semi's. It's never felt more unbelievable for her. It's like a fever dream, but one that she spent 120 minutes running around, kicking a ball, in.

And she's gotten to spend it with most if not all of the most important people in her life. You, Steph, her family, both biolgical and unofficially adopted. Her best friends. The people she cared for the most.

Caitlin knows she's ridiculously in deep with both you and Steph. She wants to have a family with you both. She wants you both forever.

Whether that could be reciprocated was unknown to her, and to be honest, she was nervous at the thought that you or Steph might not want the same. Lord knows you both were so good kids. Your family you'd made for yourself in Katrina and Co. is a testment to that.

Now that she thinks about it, she'd never really spoken about kids with you or Steph. The topic might’ve come up when she wasn't there, but as far as she knew, it just wasn't something on your minds at the moment. Not that she blamed you. You're all in the midst of your footballing careers, kids just aren't on your minds.

At that, she's confused about why she's suddenly thinking about having kids. Was it about earlier? Watching you and Harper had certainly given her something to have heart eyes for.

And she'd watched Mini lean over to you and gesture in her and Steph's direction, whispering to you and watching as your face turned red with a massive grin.

Was that it? Did Katrina know what she was thinking about? Was Steph watching you, too? She'd noticed her looking in your direction as well. Of course, she hadn't explicitly seen her expression, though. God, she was off on a ramble in her own head tonight.

It's only when she feels Lans beside her slump onto her shoulder, exhaustion finally getting the better of the taller girl, that she realises she's been staring at you both for most of the ride. It looks like the bus was now only a few minutes from the hotel, so she packs anything extra back into her bag, getting ready to wake Alanna up again when the bus has stopped.

You've all arrived at the hotel when Steph is slightly jolted awake, her head having been leant against yours, which was rested on her shoulder. Caitlin stands in the aisle beside you both.

"C'mon, you two, let's get going. The quicker we get off this bus, the quicker we get off." It's said with a joking wink, and the older of the two rolls her eyes slightly with an amused smile pulling at her lips.

Steph nudges at you gently, you groan softly, stirring finally. Caitlin leans over, kissing your temple slightly. "C'mon sleepyhead, let's go." You grumble as Steph removes her arm from around you as she pulls you to stand with her.

They both guide you off the bus with your bags in tow and lead you into the hotel and up to your rooms. At first, they tried to leave you in your shared room with Mini, but come to realise you'd left your keycard with the older woman and you didn't wanna wake her to get in after she'd already left the bus as one of the first off in time to put Harper to bed again.

So they tuck you in in their room instead, and you cling to them while they try to leave you to go and change. You whine sleepily that you want your cuddlers to stay with you.

They chuckle softly, and instead, Caitlin stays in the bed with you while Steph changes and then latches you on to the defender while she changes. They both urge you out of your own clothing, with you not failing to make tired jokes at them.

"Take me out to dinner first.." It's slurred slightly, and you lightly smack at their hands when they finally get a hold of your joggers.

After a long and slow process, you're in a pair of Caitlin's boxers, and one of her old nike shirts that Steph is pretty sure was stolen from you anyway.

Come midnight, and you're in dead sleep between your two girls. Steph is fast asleep, buried into your back, and Caitlin is, for some reason, wide awake. For god's sake, she just played a hundred and twenty minutes. One would think she'd be dead asleep like the rest of the team most likely is.

She just can't get her mind to relax long enough to let her drift off, though, and she ends up on her back, her arm still under you, staring up at the ceiling. She knows she can't be tossing and turning either. She doesn't want to disturb either of your sleep.

There's nothing specific that's keeping her up. It's just a mixture of everything. The semi-final in three days, the fact that she can't sleep, the two fast asleep athletes that she loves more than anything and now is suddenly thinking about kids with.

So she slips out from underneath you, careful to make sure neither of you stir awake at her ministrations. And she slips out of the room, gently letting the door click shut. She slips down the stairs and out the back door into the cool night air, surrounded by dumpsters in a small alleyway.

She takes a small walk out into the calmer, less busy streets of Brisbane.

Caitlin knows this is stupid. And dangerous. Probably. Walking alone in a massive city, where anyone could recognize her. Or even just being out here this late as a person in general that's on their own.

But the cool air calms her, and she keeps moving so not as to stay still for too long. She ends up circling a few city blocks. And it's been an hour since she left when she realizes she's left her phone behind. Dumbass. She thinks. She makes her way back into the hotel, swiftly avoiding security guards so as not to grab their attention this late, and she climbs the stairs back up to your room.

Caitlin knows she's in trouble when she can see Steph sitting awake on the bed, you still fast asleep beside her.

"Cait, what the hell? Where'd you go? I woke up thirty minutes ago, and the bed was cold on your side." It's said in a quiet but harsh whisper as she gets up from the bed slowly so as not to wake you.

Caitlin winces, and they both walk into the bathroom and shut the door, still whispering to keep it quiet.

"Sorry, Steph, I couldn't sleep. My head just wasn't stopping tonight. I went out for a walk."

Steph gives her an incredulous look.

"A walk.. you went on a walk in the early hours of the morning.. in brisbane.. on your own.. without your phone.."

Silence for a few seconds before Caitlin slightly nods.

She cops a slap to the arm.

"Are you fucking insane? What if you'd gotten hurt or run over or god knows what? We had no idea where you were or where you'd gone to." It's a little louder this time, but it's still a whisper.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry, It wasn't intentional for the phone part, I was just gonna step outside for a few, honest. But then I started walking, and I ended up a few blocks down the road and walked the long way back "

Steph rubs at her face.

"Cait, I know you're an adult, you know that too. But you know you can't do shit like that. You had me worried. God forbid Y/n woke up while you weren't here, or you'd really be in trouble."

Caitlin's shoulders sag with a sigh as she ducks her head.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't wanna wake you guys or worry you with anything. I know you guys are worrying about the exact same stuff as I am. Just, my thoughts wouldn't settle."

Steph lifts her chin up to look into her eyes with two fingers, her other hand resting on her shoulder.

"What's going on with you? You've been off since you got on the bus. Don't think I couldn't tell. You weren't as noisy as you normally are, even after a game like that."

"You're gonna think it's weird or stupid."

"Cait.. it's bothering you enough to keep you awake and make you wanna get out of bed at one in the morning. It's obviously not stupid, and honestly, nothing could be weird with you at this point."

"It's not bothering me so much as it is just taking up space in my head is all."

Steph gives her a look, telling her to continue but not rushing her.

"I just... was contemplating how our future might go.. the thing that happened earlier.."

Steph's brow furrows for a moment and then her expression softens.

"You mean.. after the game, where Mini caught us watching Y/n with Harper?"

It takes a moment, Caitlin looks away from Stephs gaze and nods slightly. The older girl is quick to pull her gaze back with a duck of her own head in that direction.

"You were thinking about us? And potential.. outcomes? What it might mean for us?"

Again, she nods slightly.

"I was just thinking about whether you guys were actually interested in that or if we'd even stay together like that. Like I have no reason to doubt it, but we've spoken about it, and it had me worried. Were you guys actually wanting to do that in the future. I know it's way too early to decide any of that, especially without careers and just... yeah."

Steph's grinning now, and she pulls the girl into a tight hug, burying her face into the strikers neck arms around her shoulders. Caitlin relaxes and does the same, arms around her waist, nose buried in the girls hair.

"Baby, I know this is important to you. I can guarantee you that there's no way I won't ever want kids. I can't speak on our girls' behalf either, but I do see that longing in her eyes every time she sees one of us with our nieces and nephews, though. I mean, the look she gave you when you were mucking around with Sam's nephews. God, I think she was ready to drop to one knee in front of us that day. Nearly had me thinking she was going to when she walked up to you afterwards, too."

Caitlin's now smiling and nods as she pulls away, quickly wiping at any stray tears that may have escaped.

She let's out a shaky breath. "Okay. Yeah. That's definitely good to know then. I'm really glad." Steph pulls away and rubs at her shoulders and then leans in to press a small kiss to her lips.

She reciprocates, and then they both slip out of the bathroom again. Finding you still dead asleep on the matress, curled up beneath the quilt which you'd tightly wrapped around yourself, and they both melt at the sight.

They both wrap themselves back around you, and Caitlin finally feels the weight of the day shift away from her as she holds both you and Steph in her arms. She manages to slip into sleep with ease, Steph quickly joining her.

The next morning, you're all awoken by your alarm set for a half hour before breakfast and the usual morning walk.

It takes another twenty before you're even able to coax the other two away from the bed and into clothing to start the morning, Caitlin more so than usual.

"Seriously, did you guys not sleep last night? You're never this tired of a morning."

"We're okay, bubs. Cait here just had a few laps of the hotel to try and calm her brain a bit about the upcoming game. Didn't wanna let her go on her own, so I did some with her."

Caitlin gives Steph a grateful look as you shake your head at the pair.

"I know it's a big game, but we've got this. Just focus one day at a time, yeah? Recovery first."

She nods at you and Steph nods in agreement.

"One day at a time, pretty girl."

"Til it's done." There's a playful wink behind it, leaving you half groaning at her.

"C'mon, you dorks, I'm starving."

You see Caitlin go to make a comment, and you immediately slap a hand over her mouth.

"No."

She pouts beneath your palm, and you drag them both down to get ready for the day ahead.

[oscarrobertson0]

What is A Field Goal in Basketball? (2024)

What is A Field Goal in Basketball? A field goal in basketball is any shot made during gameplay that goes through the hoop and scores points for a team. This can include layups, dunks, hook shots, bank shots, and jump shots. This blog will explore the different types of field goals and their significance in the sport. We will also explore some interesting facts and records related to field goals…

[irisintheafterglow]

End Game #3 (volleyball captain!gojo x you)

summary: you run practice in your coach's absence and break up a fight between captains.

word count: 2.6k

cw/tags: language, jjk volleyball au, misunderstandings, mild angst but nothing too bad, arguing, reader is a little mean but they're just tired of satosugu's bullshit, satoru is too unserious he literally makes a your mom joke

note: SURPRISE this is so much longer than i anticipated it being. but anyway!!! here's the first look at the rest of the team. maybe at some point i'll post the whole roster, but hopefully some of your faves make an appearance. i'm aware that this isn't really fluffy gojo content but this drabble is intended to explain his actions later on in this little series. thank you for all your support recently!!!!!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

“No way.”

“Unfortunately, yes way.” 

“I thought he was kidding.” 

“If he was kidding, I wouldn’t be wearing this.” You smile mirthlessly, gesturing to the workout clothes you donned rather than the typical school-issued uniform. Suguru shakes his head in disbelief, laughing quietly as he tosses you a deflated ball that had rolled away. You catch it with ease and add it to the pile you’ve been working on for ten minutes. From your place on the gym floor, you watched the vice-captain exasperatedly pull out his phone and dial a number. “Who are you calling?” 

His dark eyes meet yours exhaustedly, strands of black hair falling loosely from the bun that held it back from his face. “Who do you think?”

It takes a moment for the pieces to click in your head, explaining why the usual annoyance after your last class wasn’t present with chatter and a sugary apple soda. “No.”

“Yes.” He frowns at his phone, furiously tapping the call button again. No answer, you figured.   

“He’s the fucking captain!” Unaware of how long you’d had the electric air pump running, you quickly flick it off as the ball in your lap becomes concerningly large. “Tell him to get his ass over here; I wanna throw this at him.” You show him the ball the size of your head, waving it around to get him to look over at you on the floor. 

Suguru side-eyes the abnormally-sized ball in your fingers. “You’re gonna kill him.”

“That’s the point,” you reply, bending one of your legs in and stretching out the other, leaning toward the outstretched side. You reach for your tennis shoe, sighing as you take a break from inflating balls. Suguru seems to finally reach Satoru as he pulls the phone away from his ear in pain, distorted panic reaching to your side of the gym. 

When the team chat received Yaga’s message saying that you were going to run practice in his absence, you knew half the team would take it as a joke. You were going to take it as one, too, planning to grab a nice lunch that afternoon; however, when the office aide came into class bearing a note requesting your presence at the gym, you kissed lunch goodbye. With the free time before practice started, you successfully repaired the ripped net that had been sitting in the corner of the supply closet for months, ordered new uniforms for away games, and checked the air pressure of practice balls. A glance at the clock and Satoru’s hastily written text confirming practice told you the rest of the team would be arriving soon. 

“D’you think they’re going to listen to me, Su?” 

“Who? The team?” 

“Mhmm.” Doubt sits heavy in your mind as you finish with the air pump, rising on aching legs to return it to the supply closet. “I mean, I’m not Yaga.” 

“He would wear that, though,” Suguru smirks, nodding toward your form-hugging leggings and loose-fitting white shirt you’d dug through your bag to retrieve. 

“I’m serious–” 

“I know you are,” he states firmly, finally meeting your gaze. He looks at you for a moment, subtly narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’s the team you should worry about.”

You cross your arms across your chest, tilting your head to the side skeptically. “Who should I worry about, then?” 

He opens his mouth to speak, but abruptly shuts it as three pairs of running steps approach the gym doors, a blur of white shirts and black shorts screeching to a halt in front of Suguru. He looks down at his panting juniors with amusement, taking in their flushed faces and indifferently informing them that they’re late. They huff out apologies in between heavy inhales and exhales, still trying to catch their breath. 

You can’t help but chuckle at their earnestness. “Megumi, Yuuji, Yuta.” The three boys stiffen to attention, bracing themselves for stern scolding because of their tardiness. “Relax, I’m not gonna call Yaga.” Their shoulders collectively sag in relief. “Did you see anyone else making their way over here, or rushing too fast?” The corner of your mouth lifts teasingly, and even stoic Megumi becomes slightly pink from embarrassment as they shake their heads. “Go warm up, you three. I’ll announce today’s agenda when your glorious captain arrives.” 

The rest of the team trickles in gradually, and you’re pleasantly surprised that you’ve only lost ten minutes of practice when Satoru arrives as everyone finishes stretching. He grins at you in your workout clothes, inhaling in preparation to say something stupid before Suguru cuts him off and tells him to warm up quickly. As much as Satoru was the most powerful on the team, Suguru was the real pillar of the team because he could override his captain’s antics; you silently thank the universe that you didn’t have to wrangle the boys alone. 

“Alright, group up!” Your voice cuts through the players’ conversations and they dutifully gather around you. Irritatingly, Satoru stands at your side, sticking his hands in his nonexistent pockets and looking over the team like a pompous tyrant. You peer at him from the corner of your eye, and he averts his gaze submissively, a dog who got in trouble for ripping up the couch cushions. “Please have a seat, Satoru.” Snickers ripple through the group of players at their captain so easily ordered around, and he pouts next to Suguru on the floor. 

“So your match with Kyoto is next week–” 

Yuuji’s arm sticks up before you call on him, his head falling to the side curiously. “Are we paying for their food if we lose or was that just a rumor?” 

“Nanami said that was fake, stupid. Stop asking dumb questions,” Megumi mutters as he swats down Yuuji’s hand. 

“Don’t be mean, Megumi. It’s a valid question, and the answer is–” 

“Yes!” An uproar of indignancy spreads among the players at Satoru’s satisfied completion of your sentence. “So,” he turns in his seat, sharp blue eyes silencing the protest immediately. “Don’t lose.” The boys tense at the genuine threat in his voice and you shake your head. When he took his role of captain seriously, he was admittedly good at keeping his team in line. But, his sober aura disappears as he turns back to you, holding out a hand for you to continue while you pinch the bridge of your nose. 

“Okay, sorry. Guess you’re paying if you lose.” You present your palms regretfully as the team groans and Satoru continues to beam at you. What the hell was he playing at? “Anyway, your match with Kyoto is next week. We’re ranked pretty similarly regarding skill level–” 

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” Nanami deadpans from the back of the group. Yu shushes him insistently and you exhale, electing to ignore his question. 

But, the fuse had already been lit. 

“I don’t think we’re that bad,” Yuta mumbles under his breath, worry spreading on his face. Yuuji nods his agreement. 

“If our captain got his shit together, I’d think we’d do better.” Megumi coughs into his sleeve, and Yuuji flinches next to him as Satoru rotates his head to stare daggers into them both. You’d seen situations exactly like this escalate, but you didn’t have Yaga’s booming voice to get them to pay attention. As long as Suguru doesn’t join, you think. Just as long as–

“As vice-captain, I have to agree,” Suguru drawls nonchalantly. Oh, no.

“Who said you were vice-captain, number two?” Satoru sneers mockingly at the boy sitting beside him, hissing out the last word like a curse. 

Suguru goes on the defensive. “Last year’s seniors, idiot. Would have been captain-captain if your incompetent ass didn’t get us both stuck on probation for a semester.” 

“Captain-captain doesn’t exist, Suguru.” He waves his hand dismissively, and you try in vain to get the conversation back on track. “Maybe there’s a reason you got on academic probation.” 

“And your attitude is the reason you get no women, Satoru.” 

“I get plenty, I’ll have you know.” 

“Really? Like who?”

“Inquire with thy mother.” A chorus of “ooh” erupts from the team. Inumaki winces like he’d been shot. 

“You pretentious asshole. You can’t even pull the person you’ve been after since–”

“Since when Suguru? Go ahead. Use your words. If you bring me down, you’re coming with me.” You stand there, gaping like the rest of the team. It was common for the two to bicker like this, but not with such spite.  

Satoru dances his shoulders from side to side tauntingly like a cobra ready to strike. He was starting to get to Suguru; you could tell by the way the vice-captain’s fists clenched and unclenched in preparation to knock out the actual captain. 

“Guys–”

“I believe we should focus on the task at hand,” offers a deep voice from the middle blocker in the center of the group. 

“Thank you, Panda. Is Inumaki still awake?”

“He is, though he might not be for longer if our superiors continue their banter.” 

Meanwhile, Suguru and Satoru whirled on each other, throwing insults back and forth until they both stood up like they were going to fight. Your patience wears thin as you witness the rest of the team space out in real time, and your body moves before you can even think. One minute, you’re standing in front of the whiteboard, facing the team. Half a minute later, your fingers grip the lobes of Suguru and Satoru’s ears as you all but hurl them out the door. 

Your voice shakes with rage, and you fight to keep it steady. “If you’re going to continue your little piss match, do it out here. And while you’re at it, go run three laps around the school.” Their faces contort in protest, and you cut them off uncaringly. “No, no arguing. Get out, I have a team to coach.” 

When the two seniors return to practice hanging their heads in shame, Nanami is helping run defense drills. “You’re evenly matched offensively,” you stated before you began. “But Kyoto has much better communication that keeps them working like a well-oiled machine. We’re more like, uh, a used car that’s been sitting on the side of the street.” The team’s faces fall, and you’re quick to reassure them. “But, that means that if you can solidify your defense, I wholeheartedly believe that your offensive attacks can overpower theirs. Do your best.”

The juniors, you noticed, took the challenge most seriously, giving their all as they practiced calling for the ball and fully jumping even if they were feints. Megumi was Satoru’s apprentice, but as a first year student, you could already tell Megumi was progressing faster than his mentor did at the same age. It made you happy that, in the same way Satoru had Suguru, Megumi had Yuuji. You only hoped that their egos wouldn’t disrupt practice so much when they were seniors. 

Nanami takes the burden of directing his captains what to do while you work with Yuta on his blocking technique. You can feel Satoru’s eyes on you and purposefully avoid them, still bothered by his earlier tantrums. 

“I’m sorry about them,” Yuta says quietly, almost too quietly to hear if you weren’t right next to him as you adjusted his arm placement. 

“Who, them?” You glance at Dumb and Dumber, still glaring at each other, and Yuta nods carefully. “Don’t be sorry. They just…need to grow up sometimes.” 

“I think one of them has a lot more to fix than the other, respectfully.” 

“Well, that’s your captain. You either love him or you hate him.” 

“And which one are you?”

“Hmm?” Your eyebrows dip in confusion, and Yuta backtracks swiftly, mumbling more apologies and “nevermind”s. You excuse yourself to check on Panda and Inumaki, pushing away the awkward feeling Yuta’s question had arisen in your gut. 

Satoru lingers after practice as you lock the gym, longer than Nanami and Suguru who helped you clean up. The sun begins its trek dipping below the horizon, and the warm glow casts a golden radiance over the school. After changing from his uniform and discreetly reconciling with Suguru, he stands against the wall with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. The sunset reflects off the white of his hair, and the light makes his blue eyes look like they’re glimmering. Despite annoying you to no end earlier in the afternoon, you couldn’t help admiring how handsome he looked. 

You couldn’t tell him that, though, and you brush past him wordlessly. He easily follows your steps, positioning himself at your side instinctually. “Can we talk?” 

“What’s there to talk about, Gojo?” 

“That. Calling me by my family name rather than my first name.” 

Your blank face becomes a scowl. It didn’t matter if he was trying to get a rise out of you. Was he fucking kidding? His jab at something so relatively mundane as his name sets you off, and your words tumble from your lips like boulders on a cliffside. “I’m furious with you, that’s why I'm calling you that. You acted like a child today. A fucking child. But moreover, you picked a fight with Suguru over something you should have laughed off. I have every right to be angry at you. Just because you’re captain, doesn’t mean you get to disrupt practice, me as coach or not.” 

He doesn’t look angry at your tirade, but puzzled. “I’m not allowed to defend myself if they insult my aptitude as captain?” 

You sigh and think about getting a bumper sticker that says I am done with Gojo Satoru. “Perception is reality. Your idea of yourself as captain doesn’t automatically make it everyone else’s opinion of you.” He’s speechless at your side; whether that be from shock or purposeful so he can think, you’d never know. 

“I’m sorry.” He stops behind you, and you look at him over your shoulder. If you weren’t so angry, you might have felt some sympathy for the genuine remorse dragging on his face. “For fighting with Suguru, for undermining your authority, for acting like an idiot. I’m sorry.” You blink, taking a deep breath before you respond, probing into a conversation you weren’t 100% sure you were ready for. 

“Why did Suguru mention something about you liking someone for years?”

His blue eyes widen slightly like a deer in headlights. “Huh?”

“When you were arguing, he said something about not being able to pull someone. Why did the conversation suddenly turn there?” 

He avoids your expectant eyes, pursing his lips and shrugging a tall shoulder. “Don’t know. Must’ve been in just as stupid of a mindset as me.” He was lying to you, straight through his teeth, but you didn’t have the energy to decipher why. Instead, you settle for another meaningless conversation as he walks you home while he asks if he can buy you more soda to make up for his actions. 

“I don’t want sugar, Satoru. I want…” Your voice trails off while you rest your hand on the front gate to your house, looking back at the boy standing behind you. His throat bobs nervously as he swallows in anticipation of your response. He was giving you that unreadable look again. 

“What do you want?” Anything, his eyes said. I’ll give you anything. 

A beat.

“I want you to stop acting like being captain is just another position on the team. It’s not. People depend on you. They look up to you.” You laugh without humor. “But what do I know? I’m just the manager. Look, Satoru. They’re counting on you. Please try, if not for me, then for them.” 

He nods, bidding you farewell. His goodbye includes three extra words that you hadn’t heard him say before, and they’re so soft that you think you’re imagining them. 

“As you wish.”

[sophie1973]

Let me kiss and make it better

A little Birthday fic written for my darling Kim @kj-bee ❤️(2.9k of fluff)

Can be read on AO3 or under the cut

The atmosphere inside the O2 Arena is electric, with anticipation hanging in the air as fans from around the globe fill the stands, waving flags and chanting. The field, a flawless expanse of green, awaits the start of one of the most eagerly anticipated matches of the World Cup. 

It's the quarter-finals, and the UK is set to face off against the US.

Alex is doing some last-minute stretching while half-listening to his teammates' banter. His gaze flickers discreetly to the opposing team—more specifically, to their captain.

Henry Fox.

This isn't Alex's first encounter with Henry on the field—not by a long shot. Henry is an incredible player, and Alex's competitive spirit thrives on the challenge of having such a formidable opponent. 

He just wishes Henry weren't so distracting.

He's half-tempted to draft a strongly worded letter to FIFA about it. Because seriously—those thighs in those shorts? It's obscene. Bordering on illegal. Fucking Criminal.

The teams start to line up, and Alex jogs on the field, meeting Henry at the center circle. The referee, holding the match ball, stands between them, and Henry extends his hand for Alex to shake, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes and a playful grin on his lips.

“Ready to get your ass kicked, Fox?” Alex asks good-naturedly, and Henry shakes his head, chuckling.

“Famous last words, darling.”

The referee goes over the rules, emphasizing fair play, while the captains nod in acknowledgment. Alex, having heard it all countless times before, instead focuses on how the blue of his football jersey enhances Henry’s azure eyes, or the sheen of sweat over Henry's upper lip and the beauty mark nearby. Alex briefly wonders how much chaos it would cause if he leaned in for a kiss.

He really needs to get it together.

A few lewd whistles from the crowd punctuate their handshake. The press and fans have speculated about the nature of their relationship for years. Some days, they’re painted as bitter rivals; other times, rumors swirl of them being secret lovers—just because they’ve been spotted laughing and sharing a drink at events.

Apparently, simply being friends who enjoy each other’s company is too dull for the public imagination.

The shrill blast of whistles pierces the air, signaling the start of the football match and sending a wave of excitement through the packed stadium. Alex catches Henry's eye across the field as players swiftly take their positions. With a subtle, confident smirk, Alex delivers a playful wink. The gesture has its intended effect; a soft blush blooms across Henry's fair cheeks, visible even from a distance. Inwardly pleased with this small victory, Alex's chest swells with pride as the match begins in earnest.

The first quarter-hour unfolds like a choreographed dance, with both teams testing the waters with cautious passes and strategic positioning. The cacophony of cheers from the stands fades into a distant hum as Alex's mind whirs, plotting the perfect strategy to breach their opponents' stubborn defenses.

Suddenly, an opening presents itself. Spencer executes a brilliant maneuver, and the ball reaches Alex's feet. In an instant, he's off, a blur of motion as he weaves through the opposition's defensive line. He darts past Henry, their eyes meeting for a split second, charged with competitive energy. Alex pushes on, his legs pumping furiously as he races towards the goal.

The next minute, Alex finds himself flat on his back, the lush grass cushioning his fall. A searing pain explodes from his ankle, radiating up his leg in agonizing waves. He clutches at it instinctively.

The piercing sound of the referee's whistle cuts through the sudden roar of the crowd. Through watering eyes, Alex sees the official reaching into his pocket, producing a yellow card, which he brandishes towards the English player who tackled him.

Alex hasn’t even seen him coming.

The game comes to a standstill as Alex’s teammates and some British players gather around him. He grimaces, watching his ankle begin to swell rapidly. A hand touches his shoulder, accompanied by a British voice asking, “Alex, are you alright?”

Lifting his head, Alex meets Henry's concerned blue eyes.

“Yeah, the game’s over for me. Fuck,” Alex mutters.

Henry’s expression falls, and Alex feels a jolt in his chest. Henry should be relieved by this turn of events, not upset. Losing their captain and one of their best players—his coach's words, not Alex’s—is a significant blow to the U.S. team.

“I called for a gurney,” Spencer interjects, and Alex nods, a heavy sigh escaping him. He tries to focus on the throbbing pain in his ankle rather than the crushing disappointment of seeing things coming to an abrupt end for him. He had been eager to win this game and lead his team into the semifinals. They were supposed to face the Belgian Red Devils, and Alex, who had been friends with their captain Kevin for years, was looking forward to the match.

Now, even if his team manages to pull off a win—and Alex is convinced they can do it—he doubts he'll recover in time for the semi-finals in just three days. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut, and he struggles to maintain his composure as the reality of his situation sinks in.

Alex extends his hands to Liam, who grasps his arm firmly. With Spencer's assistance, they cautiously attempt to hoist Alex to his feet. The moment his injured foot grazes the ground, a sharp, unbearable pain shoots through his leg, and he lets out an involuntary cry.

“Where on earth is that gurney?” Spencer mutters in frustration. Alex shares his concern, desperately wanting to leave this fucking field and escape the prying eyes so he can indulge in a moment of self-pity in the privacy of the infirmary.

Before he can process what's happening, strong arms encircle him, and his feet leave the ground. Startled, he finds himself cradled against a firm chest, looking up into Henry's determined face.

"Enough of this," Henry says, his voice low and authoritative. "We're not waiting for the gurney."

Alex opens his mouth to protest, but the words die in his throat. Henry’s arms are secure around him, one supporting his back and the other carefully cradling his legs, mindful of the injured ankle. Despite the circumstances, Alex can't help but notice how effortlessly Henry seems to carry him. He also notices Henry still smells really good despite having run across a football field for the past twenty-five minutes.

A hush falls over the stadium as Henry strides purposefully towards the sidelines. Cameras flash, capturing this unexpected moment between the rival players. Alex can already imagine the headlines, but right now, he's too grateful for the relief from pain to care.

"Couldn't resist playing the knight in shining armor, could you?" Alex quips, his voice a mix of gratitude and exasperation

Henry's lips quirk into a mischievous smile. "I could always bend you over my shoulder instead if you'd prefer," he suggests, his tone playful.

Alex's mind stutters to a halt, fixating on the words 'bend' and 'over.' His imagination runs wild with far less innocent interpretations, none of which involve Henry’s shoulder. 

The momentary distraction from the pain is almost worth the mental whiplash.

Regaining his composure, Alex mutters, "You know this is going to set the rumor mill on fire, right?"

And Henry, the cheeky bastard, grins. “I’m very well aware of that, love.”

Alex tries—and fails spectacularly—to suppress a shiver at the endearment, earning a knowing smirk from the Brit.

"Oh, shut up," Alex grumbles, his cheeks flushing.

Henry's rich laughter fills the air, and Alex can practically see the social media storm brewing. Tomorrow's headlines are going to be relentless.

As Henry gently lowers Alex onto the infirmary bed, a doctor and nurse immediately spring into action. After a thorough examination, they declare his ankle sprained, not broken. Despite having suspected as much, Alex can't help but feel a wave of relief wash over him. The doctor, however, insists on precautionary X-rays at the hospital.

"I'm not going anywhere now," Alex protests. "I need to see how the game ends."

The doctor sighs, obviously accustomed to stubborn football players. "Very well, Mr. Claremont-Diaz, but I strongly advise you go first thing tomorrow morning."

Alex nods noncommittally, flashing a grateful smile at the nurse - her badge says her name is Kim -  who turns on the TV, allowing him to follow the match.

Henry lingers by the bedside, his face etched with concern. "I'm truly sorry about this, Alex," he says softly.

Alex attempts a casual shrug, wincing slightly. "Not your fault, sweetheart," he reassures, the endearment slipping out before he can catch it. The painkillers are starting to kick in, dulling the throbbing in his ankle and loosening his tongue. He finds himself fighting the urge to ask Henry to stay, to sit beside him and hold his hand. Not exactly the right time.

"Basil's reckless move caused this," Henry explains, his jaw tightening with frustration.

Alex blinks, momentarily distracted from his thoughts. "Hold up. His name is Basil? I got steamrolled by a guy named after an herb? What kind of fucking posh nonsense is this, Henry?"

A smile tugs at Henry's lips, breaking through his concern. "’Steamrolled’ might be a tad dramatic, but he certainly did a number on you."

Their eyes meet, and they exchange a smile. The spell is broken when one of Henry's teammates bursts through the door, looking exasperated.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Henry? The entire team's waiting for you to resume the match!"

Henry's posture straightens, and his voice takes on a crisp, authoritative tone that sends a shiver down Alex's spine. "I'll be there momentarily," he says, the subtle rebuke clear in his words.

Alex finds it incredibly hot.

Turning back to Alex, Henry's expression softens, a mix of concern and reluctance in his eyes. "Duty calls. Are you certain you'll be alright?"

Alex can't help but roll his eyes, though there's no real annoyance behind it. “Yes, mom. It’s a sprained ankle, not the ebola virus. Go. You have a game to lose.”

A smile tugs at Henry’s lips.“I’ll see you after the game.”

Alex gestures at his leg. “I ain’t going anywhere, baby.”

The nurse's eyebrows shoot up at their exchange, her gaze darting between them with poorly concealed interest. Henry catches her look and clears his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Right. See you later, then.”

Alex grins. He has no doubt this exchange will be all over Twitter tomorrow.

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As the final whistle blows, announcing Henry's team's victory, Alex finds himself oddly detached from the outcome. The events of the evening, coupled with the hazy effects of pain medication, have left him drained. All he can think about is the allure of home – a hot shower, a comfortable bed, and the promise of rest.

He drifts in and out of consciousness, the sounds of the post-game excitement a distant hum. When he finally forces his eyes open, he's greeted by the sight of Henry standing at the foot of the bed, showered, dressed, and holding a pair of crutches.

He’s a sight for sore eyes.

“Congrats on the win,” Alex says, rubbing at his eyes. “Guess you were the best.” 

Henry's lips quirk into a soft smile as he leans the crutches against a nearby wheelchair. He moves to perch on the edge of Alex's bed, close enough that Alex can smell his subtle, expensive cologne.

"Alex," Henry says, his voice gentle, "we both know the outcome might have been vastly different if you'd been on that field."

Despite his fatigue, Alex can't help but grin. "Learn to take a compliment, Fox," he retorts. "It's not often I stroke your ego; you should savor it."

Henry's mouth opens, then closes, as if he's weighing his words carefully. Something flickers in his eyes, but it's gone before Alex can decipher it.

"I'm taking you home," Henry announces instead, his tone brooking no argument.

Alex's eyebrows shoot up, a smirk playing on his lips. "My, my. Not even dinner first?”

Henry rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement beneath his exasperation. "You're a menace, Claremont-Diaz, and you're in desperate need of a shower. So, you have two options: get your arse in that wheelchair and let me ensure you get home safely, or attempt to navigate the nearest tube station on those crutches. Your choice."

The authoritative tone in Henry's voice, now directed squarely at him, sends an unexpected thrill through Alex.

"I'm sure Liam or Spencer can take me home," he counters weakly, more out of habit than genuine protest.

"They came by earlier, but you were asleep," Henry explains. "I assured them I'd see you home safely, so they've left. They'll check on you tomorrow."

Alex sighs dramatically, though internally, he's not as put out as he pretends to be. "Guess that leaves me no choice but to accept your gracious offer, then."

A slow, triumphant grin spreads across Henry's face. "Good boy," he says, his voice low and teasing.

The words hit Alex with unexpected force, sending a jolt of heat coursing through him. He bites his lower lip hard, barely suppressing a moan that threatens to escape. The sudden intensity of his reaction catches him off guard, leaving him breathless and slightly dizzy.

Acutely aware of the bustle of activity just outside the infirmary door, Alex forces himself to take a steadying breath. They've already provided enough fodder for gossip tonight; the last thing they need is for someone to overhear something that could be easily misconstrued.

"Right," he manages to croak out, his voice slightly strained. "Let's get this show on the road."

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“Oh Christ…Alex!”

With a breathless laugh, Henry collapses onto Alex's chest, supporting himself on his forearms to avoid crushing him. Alex, however, wraps his arms around Henry's back, pulling their bodies flush together as they share a deep, lazy kiss, their bodies still trembling slightly from the force of their shared orgasm.

“Told you I could still rock your world, even with a sprained ankle,” Alex says, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. Henry responds with a soft, affectionate chuckle.

As they bask in the afterglow, Alex can't help but think that no amount of World Cup victories could ever compare to the rush of endorphins he experiences when having sex with Henry.

Henry reluctantly disentangles himself from Alex's embrace and heads to the bathroom. The sound of running water reaches Alex's ears as he takes his phone on the nightstand, idly scrolling through his social media feeds.

Returning with a damp washcloth, Henry begins to clean Alex. "Let me guess," he says, "my prince charming moment is trending online?"

Alex snorts. "What did you expect? You might as well have tattooed 'Property of Henry Fox' across my forehead."

Henry's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Now there's an idea."

"Keep dreaming, Fox," Alex retorts, rolling his eyes fondly.

"That's Fox-Claremont-Diaz to you, darling," Henry corrects him, leaning in for another kiss.

Alex takes his hand, pressing a soft kiss on the rose gold band that found its rightful place on Henry’s finger after the game. They returned to their apartment in London - a convenient haven when participating in the World Cup hosted in England. After a shower for Alex and a light snack, they fell back into bed, where Alex convinced Henry that a little post-game celebration was in order, even if one of the two parties involved had lost.

“So it’s celebratory sex for me and consolation sex for you?” Henry had  inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Alex had grinned and shrugged. “As long as we both get our happy ending, you can call it whatever you want, baby.”

Henry climbs back on the bed and snuggles with his husband. The atmosphere shifts subtly, becoming more soft and tender.

"Should we tell people?" Alex finally broaches the subject, and Henry exhales softly.

“I mean, I’m not opposed to it. Shaan and Zahra suggested we wait until after the Cup frenzy died, but…”

“Yeah, but now they are married too, so I don’t think we should listen to them anymore.”

Alex turns to face Henry, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'm ready for the world to know you're mine," he whispers, and the radiant smile blooming on Henry's lips lets him know that the feeling is wholeheartedly mutual.

"How do you want to do it?" Alex asks. "Should we ease into it or go for a hard launch?"

Henry pretends to ponder, though Alex knows his answer. He shakes his head fondly as Henry gives him a brilliant smile.

"I want to break the internet."

***

A few days later, Alex's Instagram features a new post. 

The image captures their pajama-clad legs intertwined on the sofa, with David, Henry's dog, snoozing contently beside them. In the background, slightly out of focus but unmistakable, are their football jerseys draped over a chair, proudly displaying their names and numbers.

The caption reads: “I lost the World Cup, but I won at life.” 

Photo credit: Hubby @hgfoxofficial. 

[mushroommanstan]

Shigaraki Massage Smut

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Shigaraki x reader (obviously)

Warnings: smut (obviously)

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Idk why but whenever I see Shigaraki I have this compulsive need to give him a full body massage.

I wanna press my thumbs into his shoulder blades and gently dig my thumbs into the strained muscles while he squirms. Then have him slowly melt back into my embrace as the sensitive muscles relax.

I wanna run my hands over his warm chest, feel along the ridges of his muscles as his dry skin catches on my fingers. Gently pull on his sensitive nipples until he whimpers and raises his shoulders to try and get me to stop.

I wanna hear him moan as his spine makes satisfying pops and cracks as my elbow digs expertly into his back. Trapped air and irritated nerves finally finding relief, I want his body to finally be able to relax for the first time in ages thanks to my gentle touch.

I wanna massage my way down his legs and arms, gently hold his hands in mine while I clean and clip his nails for him. He’d be very anxious, obviously, and he won’t be able to relax until my hands leave his. But Id keep going anyways because a pretty boy deserves pretty murder weapons.

I wanna kiss my way down his neck, from his Adam’s apple to his crotch, and gently blow cold air on his dick as it hardens. I wanna hear him whimper when I wiggle the tip of my tongue against his slit, one of my hands lazily pumping up his shaft while the other fondles his sack.

I wanna feel him shudder when I enclose my lips around his tip, light suckling as I speed my hands up ever so slightly. I want him to gently rest his hand on my head, silently urging me to go deeper so I can smack it away and tell him to behave.

I wanna choke myself on his cock as the hand full of balls kneads them gently. I want the tip of my tongue to peak out of my mouth and tickle the top of his sack as my nose nestles into his pubic mound.

I wanna feel his hips twitch more and more as he get closer. Panting breaths with small breathy whimpers passing through his lips from time to time.

I wanna hear his breath become shorter with excitement, powerful thighs tensing beneath me. Loudly gasping as an intense orgasm wracks through his body, sending electricity throughout him and making him jerk and squirm a little as I continue to pleasure him.

I wanna gulp down his cum when he finally lets go. I want him to let out a deep sigh as his leg muscles strain with effort. I want him to shoot hot spurts of his seed down my throat while I greedily gobble down it down, before he finally relaxes back into the bed.

I wanna pull off of him with an audible pop, and admire his beautifully flushed face and dazed smile. I wanna lick the rest off him from my lips and kiss him on the cheek while my hands go to massage the parts of his body that re-tensed up during this.

I wanna hear him snore softly as my warm hands and his post-orgasm bliss lull him to sleep.

Is that so much to ask?

[ransprang]

Thancred/fem!WOL sex pollen for kinktober?? 🫣

Kinktober 2023

Thancred - sex pollen

The wind was blowing hard, whistling through the fields as Thancred practiced swordsmanship on a dummy. He was sweating, heart beat fast, muscles contracting at the repeated action of his arm moving back and forth slashing the dummy in front.

The windows and doors made a loud sound, shutting with a thud as the wind slammed against them. He finally broke rhythm to notice white tiny particles being carried by the strong gusts of wind. The air was scented of sandalwood, and the concentration of the particles made it seem foggy. As people rushed back into their houses, Thancred paid it no mind. He had training to complete for the day.

As Thancred continued to slash, he felt a jolt of electricity that went down his spine. His belly muscles began contracting, he hunched over groaning. A warmth began rising between his legs, Thancred was orgasming. He felt viciously ecstatic, looking around as his body became hyper sensitive. The sweat against his skin felt much more prominent as he could feel his chest move up and down to breathe. Thancred searched around for someone, something to ejaculate in.

Thancred started moving around chaotically, he ran began banging on doors for someone to open up, but no one did. He finally reached the nearby pub as he rubbed his dick between his legs, wanting to squirt his cum out. He ran in and banged at the countertop, “please someone, fuck me”, he said desperately. Just then he heard the door of the pub open again behind him.

You stumbled upon the entrance step, barely gaining balance holding the table nearby. You looked around as you hyperventilated, finally seeing a someone stand before you. The minute your eyes locked, Thancred and you ran towards each other like animals. The moment your bodies clashed into one another, he bit into your neck, leaving a hickey as he began grinding his dick on your groin. Wasting no time you both pulled, tugged and yanked off your clothes in a jiffy. Standing completely naked in the middle of the empty pub Thancred put you on the table and pierced you with his throbbing dick. He pumped as you groaned, humping back with your hips to match his pace. The walls echoed loud thumping, as Thancred reached out and squeezed your breasts tightly. There was a glaze over both your eyes, and a pain in your groans to climax. As Thancred used his strong muscles to pick up incredible speed, you touched your clit. Rubbing it, faster and faster. He pushed his hips deep till you could feel his balls against you. As your clit throbbed, releasing heat through your groin and chest. Thancred released his semen inside, you felt wet and warm in your pussy as you moaned your relief.

Just as it was over Thancred and you looked at each other confused and red in the face. Immediately turning away from each other’s bodies, frantically wearing your clothes back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing”, Thancred said sheepishly. You turned around embarrassed “No please don’t apologise, I was the same”. Thancred laughed, “Well at least I know someone in town can match my pace”, making you giggle.

[hissithlady]

Whatever Pleases You

By HisSithLady

Astarion has Ascended, and tonight is your last night alive. He wants to make you his, but you have other plans

18+ Erotica. Minors DNI

Relationship:

Astarion/Tav (Y/N)

Characters:

Astarion

Y/N / Tav

Additional Tags/Warnings:

Dom/sub Undertones, Cock Tease, Dom/sub Play, Cock & Ball Torture, Begging Hand Jobs, Neck Kissing, Orgasm Delay/Denial

Chapter 1: On Your Knees

“On. Your. Knees” Astarion pointed to the ground. He will always think of you degrading yourself while being with him.

Your eyebrow cocks at the vampire's request. You know he is flexing his power after Ascending, but a smirk curls you lips at the thought of putting him in his place.

You kick him, square in the balls.

Astarion’s eyes bulges as he staggers, the proud vampire crumbling in mere seconds before you,

“How DA-”

You don't let him finish. Your hands are around his neck, your body pressed against his until his back hits the stone wall behind you. His only comfort is the red curtain before it.

“What in the hells,” Astarion gasps trying to regain himself. You lift your eyes to him mischievously, your other hand cupping his bruised bulge. Astarion tenses at your touch and then you know, as much as he, that you have him where you want him.

Dipping your head you begin kissing up his cold alabaster neck gliding over the bite marks from his former sire.

“We…we could have discussed this…I-I’m not against it, I-” his trembling words are lost in a soft moan that add to your excitement as you continue to caress his crotch. Your lips graze along his jaw, the vampire letting out a soft hiss before turning his head and meeting you in a kiss.

Tongues dance as you release your hold on his neck but keep your body pressed against his. Your hand slips into his pants, tracing the valley of his abs to the depths of his crotch. Astarion, breaking the kiss huffs as you trace the white column in his pants, his eyes wide again but this time more unsure at your gentle touch.

“I-If I upset you…I-I’m sorry,”

The smirk returns to your lips.

“No, my beloved,” you coo as your hands grasp the vampire's meat. “But if I am to be your spawn for the rest of eternity…for my last night alive, you belong to me,”

Astarion looks at you, his face soft and vulnerable. In his silence he nods as you press your lips to his, pulling his cock from his pants. It's hard, long and thick already as you run your thumb over his sensitive tip. His soft moan breaks the kiss as you start to feel his body tremble.

"My beloved...." he breathes, "You've given me...everything,"

His voice is like sweet nectar, his pale eyes glistening as you pump his cock with a smile.

"And now I'm going to make sure I've given you everything, my love,"

With a swift action you turn the vampire. His toned chest pressed again the blood red curtain, his hands gripping the material in anticipation. You take a moment to admire his naked beauty, tracing the scar on his back from where Cazador once tried to end his existence. He shudders at the touch, his head bowing, his white hair falling to cover his face.

"You are beautiful, Astarion,"

He says nothing, just stands still, waiting, hoping for what comes next. You lean in and kiss his neck. He sighs at your affection as your fingers find their way to his cock once more, slowly teasing him. Whimpers turn to moans, moans become soft hisses, his hips rocking gently to meet the rhythm of your hand, pumping his cock.

Astarion's body trembles as each stroke send electric pleasure through his form, his head is bowed, he dare not interfere with your touch. Your free hand pulls the laces on his leather pants, exposing his rear to the cold air, making the vampire shiver. Your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you. He moans softly as you grind against him.

"You are mine," You breath into his ear.

"Y-yours,"

"Forever,"

"Forever,"

The vampire gasps, his fingers twisting the curtain so hard it looks ready to rip. You stop, and the vampire hisses.

"Behave," you hiss, slapping his ass hard.

Astarion lets out a low groan, the pain and pleasure mixing as you spank him again. His back arches, his head rolling back as he presses himself against your body. You can feel his cock twitch in your palm, his shaft pulsing as your fingers tighten.

"F-fuck...f-f-fu-u-uck" his voice breaks into a deep, guttural moan.

"Tell me what you want, Astarion" you whisper, pressing your lips to his skin again. Your teeth playfully nibble at his cold skin. Being used to penetrative fangs, Astarion flinches.

"Fuck...please," he whimpers.

"Please, what?" You ask, squeezing his cock hard, causing him to gasp.

"Please...I want...I need..." his voice trails off, his body quivering as you begin stroking his cock once more. His body pressed so hard against yours, you knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself up.

"Yes," you hiss. "What do you need?"

Astarion's grip tightens, you see the rips form in the curtains. You can hear him trying to speak but he can't, the pleasure is too intense. You place your chin on his shoulder, nibbling the pointed ear of once High Elf.

"Say it"

"Please," he cries. "Please, please, please," his body convulsing, his cock twitching in your grasp.

"Please, what?" You ask once more, biting his ear hard.

"Release me" he breathes, words like a prayer as his head snaps back, eyes rolling into his head, "Let me cum!"

His body starts to shake, his back arching, his legs buckling. The pleasure is too intense for him to handle.

"Did you think it was going to be that easy?" You pull away, letting go of his cock, causing him to fall to his knees, a whimper escaping his lips. Astarion slams his fist into the stone below.

"You-you're torturing me" he breathes, the frustration lacing his words only gives you more enjoyment and somehow, you can tell, his enjoyment too. “You’re giving Cazador a run for his money,”

"I have you where I want you, my dear" you chuckle, "On your knees,"

Astarion's eyes open wide, the realisation of his predicament washing over him, the vulnerability of his position.

"So I am..." he turned, remaining on his knees. The pale elf's chest heaves, his silver hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, his marbled cock still standing tall.

"What did you have in mind, my darling" his eyes sparkling in mischief, "Do you plan to use me?"

"Yes" you purr, stepping forward, your thumb and forefinger lifting his chin to make him look at you. His ruby gaze amused. "How shall I use you? Hmm?"

The vampire's tongue flicked across his lips, the tip tracing the outline, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Whatever pleases you" he replies.

***I do not own Baldurs Gate or any associated media, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.***

Chapter Two: Silk (Female Tav)

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I plan to write the next scenes however the Chapter system will be different. I plan to use chapters to differentiate the different sexual experiences with Astarion, example:

Chapter 2 will be F/Astarion

Chapter 3 will be M/Astarion

Chapter 4 will be Non genital penetration

These may change but I hope it provides a reading experience for everyone. Feedback is loved and appreciated and I apologies for the formatting.

- HisSithLady