#YOU CANT PLAY THE GAME WITHOUT THE BALL

[hamable]

The 180 switch I had between laughing at Fabian’s emotional response to Gorgug leaving the Owlbears-an admittedly low stakes, low consequence decision- to then being heartbroken that Fabian is so affected because it was the one place he could hang out with his friends and not have the world on his shoulders…

[skeletalheartattack]

Favourite personal weapon?

(you CANNOT say battleaxe!)

probably scythe. like i know it's not really good at all for like. combat. but like look at that shit. pretty dope blade while i hold the stick. sooo cool.

[kurooh]

MATCH MY FREAK ★ JUJUTSU KAISEN

⊹₊˚. featuring gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, & kamo choso tryin’ to keep up with their freak of a girlfriend.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, hair pulling, overstimulation, rough sex, oral, passing out, spitting, some degradation, squirting, public sex, light slapping, choking. | 3.4k words of FILTH

xoxo, juno. needed characterization practice loll. comment & rb if you enjoyed <33

GOJO SATORU # matches you

“aw, you’re so cute when you’re slutting yourself out for my fucking cock, baby,” satoru coos, lips trailing over your pebbled nipples while his tip teases your messy cunt. it was a mistake, deciding to play a stupid game of chicken with him—the gist of the game was to tease one another, and see who’d give up first.

you’d overestimated yourself just a little; you both ended up fully naked, with satoru on top of you and unwilling to let you go so you could make a fair move. but of course, you didn’t want to give up, and neither did he—it doesn’t even matter, not when he’s winning the game like this.

you bite down on your lower lip, weakly closing your thighs in an attempt to push him back to even out the playing field. “oh, is this the first sign of defeat, baby?”

“absolutely not,” you hiss, brows knitting when he tosses your thighs apart and nudges his tip inside you. “you cheated, i can’t even make a fair move.”

“all’s fair in a game of chicken and sex. don’t complain, ‘s not my fault you overestimated yourself.” satoru’s snicker has your heels digging into his lower back as you force him to push his cock inside you; his expression melts into one of pure euphoria as he sinks in, inch by inch.

“how’s that, satoru?” you purr, satisfied. he glares at you, azure eyes hooded and heavy with lust; without even slipping out of you, he flips you over onto your stomach and presses your head into the sheets. beneath the two of you, the bed groans, creaking growing loud as he moves his hips, slamming into you so hard the headboard bangs against the wall.

“got some nerve . . thinking you could show me how to fuck, tsk,” he shakes his head, punctuating his words with harsh thrusts.

“fuck!” you sob, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his waist to pause him for a moment. you’re still thinking about the game, but satoru’s aching for more after having been teased for so long.

“give up and just focus on cumming for me, babygirl,” he grunts into your ear, savoring the gasps you can’t seem to stop letting out. his balls slap into your clit, and the room fills with the filthy sound of fucking—skin against skin, groaning, and begging.

you can’t even form one thought about being competitive when satoru’s fucking every single thing out of your head. “r-right there, toru,” you wail, arching upwards and pressing your ass against him.

satoru gifts it with a smack that rings through the room, then lifts your lips up and doesn’t even give you a second to adjust to the new angle that has you taking his cock both deeper and faster. just when you think you can’t take any more, satoru slips a hand beneath your body and plants his palm firmly against your lower stomach.

“eh, what’re you doing?” wordlessly, satoru draws his hips back until only his tip is left inside you, then presses down with his hand before canting his hips forward. it’s too much—you all but scream as he mercilessly plunges into you again and again.

your body is slick with sweat and only growing hotter by the moment; the sound of his rough panting coupled with the occasional whine he lets out only has you burying your face deeper into the sheets.

satoru clicks his tongue, voice shaking ever so slightly. “arch it for me, baby—fuckkk, that’s perfect.”

he’s delirious with pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head while his face only flushes a darker pink from the heat of it all. that was the thing about him — he could always dish it out, and take it, but not for long.

“i-i’m gonna cum,” and his voice splinters into a whine at the end of his sentence, spurring you on to fuck him back. you’re tossing your hips back onto him, bouncing your ass so deliciously he wants to take a bite. “shit, i’m gonna cum.”

“give it to me, satoru,” you manage, turning back at the right moment. icy blue eyes connect with yours and he uselessly blinks away the tears that are gathered on his waterline, only for a few to spill over and run down his cheeks. “cum inside me, make it yours, toru.”

with a groan of your name, satoru’s abs clench as he spills inside you, cock twitching against your cervix. he presses down harder on your lower stomach, drawing out your own orgasm.

“just like that, toru—” you interrupt yourself with a moan as your pussy gushes all over, spraying onto his pelvis and cock.

“that’s my girl,” satoru groans, lightly smacking your clit and chuckling at the way your entire body trembles in response. “by the way, the game was a tie.”

GETO SUGURU # matches you

“open. good girl,” suguru spits onto your awaiting tongue, violet eyes observing expectantly as you swallow. his spit tastes like the grape lollipop he’d been sliding between his lips on your walk around the city together. now, in the backseat of his car, he’s got you caged beneath him, gripping your jaw with one large hand.

“you’re so cute, really,” suguru says with a snort, lightly smacking at your cheek. “your idea of a date is going around and flirting as much as possible. hm, ‘s like you were trying to piss me off, end up like this in the car. you know how busy this place is, don’t you?”

“i don’t care,” you pout, tugging the hem of your shirt upwards to reveal your stomach; he doesn’t stop you as you slide your shorts halfway down, revealing the lace of the panties you’re wearing, all for him. “just touch me, sugu. please?”

“you’re so needy,” he scoffs, although his voice lilts into a willing tone as he unbuttons your shorts and inches backwards to allow you to toss your legs over his shoulders.

suguru’s dark hair is soft from the premium shampoos and conditioners he uses meticulously; half of it was tied up in a tight bun while the rest flowed freely past his shoulders. until you pulled his hair free from its ties and gathered the silky tresses between your fingers, impatiently tugging him towards the place you needed him most.

“would it kill you to be patient?” suguru’s question is genuine as he leaves open mouthed kisses on the tender skin of your inner thighs, nipping lightly to tease you a little more.

“yes,” you huff, fingers relaxing in his hair as he moves closer to your already messy pussy, reveling in the sight of his favorite snack (dessert?).

“shit,” suguru’s voice is strained as he feels arousal resonate through his entire body, causing his temperature and heart rate to spike. “you’re fucking soaked, princess.”

“what’re you waiting for?” you moan, frustrated by the sight of his tongue as he speaks, eager to feel him use it on you.

he ignores you then, opting to land a light slap to your pussy. the force of his palm coming down on your already sensitive clit sends sparks of pleasure through the entire lower half of your body, eliciting a drawn out whine from your lips.

“s-spit on it,” you manage, squirming beneath his heavy gaze. he’s practically burning holes into your skin with those pretty purple eyes of his.

“you want it realll bad, don’t you?” suguru’s tone is nothing short of mocking as he continues to stay a frustrating distance away from your cunt.

frantic for his touch, for him—your hips jolt upwards, and you cry out when he shoves them back down easily. “come on, sugu—i can handle it.”

“yeah? you won’t tap out this time?”

“god, i-i want you to ruin me.”

the admission pulls a laugh from between his lips, and yet he doesn’t waste any time diving forward to devour you. suguru’s tongue strokes up your folds, collecting your wetness at the tip before darting forward to push inside you. the action is meant to tease, to piss you off, and it does.

“d-don’t do this right now, sugu,” your fingers tighten in his hair as you pull him forward insistently.

“alright, alright,” his lips move against your lower pair and he slides his hands beneath your ass to scoop you closer. in a matter of seconds; suguru’s got his whole mouth on you now, sucking and licking and slurping obscenely. the wet noises fill the car, coupled with your shared moans.

tasting you and hearing you is all he really needs to be satisfied; the way you’re tugging on his hair is painful at first, but it quickly becomes something that has him moaning louder than you. that was his achilles heel—his hair, of all things. when pulled just right, or brushed gently, he couldn’t ever stop himself from making those low, yet pretty sounds of his. sometimes his scalp would grow sensitive after a while, and his grunts would turn into pitched moans he couldn’t control.

without a care for the many people passing by the parked car, your back arches off the backseat, tits bouncing deliciously beneath your shirt. “‘m close, sugu—just like that, d-don’t stop!”

he inserts a single finger inside you, filling you up and stretching you out nicely. then, he curls it deeply, prodding against that sweet spot of yours. he’d committed all the places that’d make you tick to memory, and this happened to be one of the top three. suguru’s cheeks darken from the heat of it all as he sucks your clit between his lips and lavishes it with attention from his tongue.

it’s as soft as silk and yet so rough as it drags up and down the swollen bud. your hips jolt upwards again and again, body thrashing as the white hot pleasure circulates throughout your insides, pooling deep in your stomach. the knot frays with each passing second, your toes curling as you hurtle closer to euphoria.

“s-suguru,” you moan. he looks up at the right time to see your eyes rolling back as you dissolve into pleasure. “‘m gonna cum, i—”

your brain short circuits as the knot inside you snaps, cunt squeezing hard around his finger and fluttering as he draws it backwards. your clit hardens beneath his tongue, and he moans from the sensation, the vibrations making you jerk.

suguru’s kind enough to let you ride it out, fingers gripping his hair to the point of potential baldness. he doesn’t mind, especially not when you squeak out a blissed out, dazed “t-thank you, sugu.”

NANAMI KENTO # doesn’t match you yet

“fucking—shit, angel, slow down,” kento swallows a whine, trying not to beg. his head tips back, strands of his blonde hair escaping their neat gel hold and falling over his forehead. “come on, you’re going too fast.”

his pleas fall on deaf ears as you smirk and lean in towards that sweet, sensitive spot on his neck that always has him seeing stars once it’s touched the right way. you giggle against his skin, leaving a few wet kisses along his neck before sinking your teeth. the bite is entirely playful, but his abs clench tightly against you and he sucks in a breath.

the couch is creaking loudly from the ferocious and aggressive way you’re riding him, hips slamming into his without a single concern for how sensitive he is from prior orgasms. uncharacteristic whines pour from his lips along with heaving pants of your name as kento frantically searches for purchase on your hips.

“what’s wrong, kento?” you purr, kissing away the drool from the corners of his lips. he’s got hearts in his eyes from the chaste action; the dichotomy between the sweetness and nastiness is so overwhelming . . kento’s fingers dig into the plush skin at your hips as he tries to stop you.

“n-no need to go so fast. let me guide you instead, princess,” but he’s really just trying to save himself the embarrassment of cumming again and sobbing from the overstimulation.

kento’s neck absorbs the soft moans you let out as he moves your hips at a much slower, languid pace. “fuck, ken, ‘s good . . little faster, please?”

he tugs his lower lip between his teeth. “be patient. just keep your eyes on me, angel.”

“but it - it’s not enough,” and your hips increase, returning to the beginning of your wild pace. the loud squelching sound of your pussy and the smacks of skin against skin drown out whatever he says next, but he seems to accept it. his cheeks are flushed and his face is covered in a sheen of sweat, and although he’d been desperate for reprieve earlier he’s accepting being ridden like a horse now.

each drag of your sticky cunt on his cock pulls plenty of sound from the both of you. this is the first time you’ve ever ridden his cock—first time anyone has ever—and all of his concerns are melting away as he fully submits to you. to your cunt—he’s completely pussydrunk.

“shit, angel,” he swallows, body bowing forward as he presses his face into your chest, allowing your tits to smack against his cheeks. “i-i’m gonna cum again—i don’t think i can anymore after this, you’ll have to—”

you tilt his chin upwards and connect your lips to his, swallowing the sounds he makes as he comes undone. you can only tremble as his cock throbs inside you, and his head falls against you weakly after he lets out a choked groan.

“ken, feels so fucking good,” you sob, fingernails raking over the taut muscles of his back. those marks will sting tomorrow under his suit, a sultry reminder of you. his breaths come in harsh pants against your skin, and he makes no move to pull away as you ride him to completion.

you’re sore, and the room is hot and smelling of nothing but sex, but you’re too close to stop. there’s no need to give a warning as your cunt spasms on him, squeezing his cock so hard he’s pushed out of you. the loss of fulfillment makes you hiss, and you nudge him lightly, helping him sit back.

kento has passed out — he’s quite literally fucked out, eyes closed and all as his chest rapidly rises and falls. of course, his swollen cock still stands at attention between his legs, tip prodding against you.

FUSHIGURO TOJI # is freakier

“run that by me again, doll. i dare ya.”

toji’s voice is low and deep as it rumbles from his chest, his raspy demand sending a hot rush of excitement right between your legs. “t-toji,” is all you can squeak out, legs spreading weakly as he tosses them to the side to make more room. “i-i said, i can’t keep going—”

fushiguro toji was not a patient man, nor was he someone who tolerated quitting or giving up in any kind of way, regardless of the situation. the idea of you attempting to tap out this early after teasing him all fucking day truly flipped a switch in his brain. it honestly set him off, like a spark of fire to a stick of dynamite.

“aw, just shut up, baby,” toji twists a hand into your hair and yanks your head backwards, leaning close to savor the sight of your arched back as well as to speak directly into your ear. his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, making the skin hotter. “ya really thought that’d work? after all that shit you pulled today?”

“i didn’t mean to get you so worked up—” a nip to your earlobe silences you immediately, and a moan slips from between your lips, betraying the genuineness of your request.

“listen to you . . ya want to get fucked like a whore, isn’t that right?” toji hisses, rocking his hips forward and nudging his cock deeper in your tight cunt. the sensitivity is killer, but toji doesn’t care about that—it’s simply an excuse.

“you deserve this, dollface. can take one more, can’t you?”

with your hair wrapped around his fist, back forced into an arch, legs spread wide, there’s no other way you can answer him besides saying yes. always testing the waters with him, but toji would amp it up and have you crying by the time it was all over.

you let your head hang, lifting your hips to help him out; the sound of slick bodies smacking against one another coupled with his heavy panting is enough to have you whining his name, tears streaking down your cheeks. your hand slips between your legs to rub at your swollen clit since you know he’s too annoyed to do it for you.

behind you, toji arches a brow but says nothing, opting to fuck you harder. his heavy balls slam into your fingers, messing up your movements—but are they really? the impact adds a new, chaotic element to your pleasure, making you moan louder.

“fuckkk,” toji tosses his head back, beads of sweat rolling down his temples and forehead as a familiar ache in his side grows from all the exertion. “i can’t hear ya, doll . . make some noise for me.”

ever the mind reader—the words were on the tip of your tongue before his comment. “k-keep going—wanna cum for you, toji, please!”

he lets out a snicker, using his free hand to gift your ass with an especially harsh smack. “not just yet, got that? you’ll cum when i say so, doll face.”

KAMO CHOSO # matches you

“h-harder, oh my—fuck.” choso’s voice cracks at the end of his sentence, eyebrows knitting together as tears gather at the corners of his eyes. he cradles you close to his body, hands splayed on your shoulder blades as he savors the feeling of your own wrapped around his neck.

“i didn’t know you’d like this,” you say, kissing away the tears from his eyes and brushing the stray hairs from his face.

“you’re always asking me to c-choke you,” choso grunts, eyes rolling back deliciously as his cock twitches inside you.

it was true. he’d finally gotten curious enough to ask you why you enjoyed having his hands wrapped around your neck during your sexual experiences together. he’d always been interested to learn more about your kinks and interests, regardless of whatever it was. sometimes it’s a hit or miss, but oftentimes . . he enjoys letting you take the lead and show him how you like it.

you’re seated on his lap, cock buried deep and somehow not soft despite his prior orgasms, many of which are leaking from your cunt onto his thighs. choso’s never been afraid to get messy, as evidenced by the dried spit covering the bite marks and hickeys all over your neck.

“you look perfect like this, cho,” you coo, words sounding extra honeyed to his oxygen deprived brain. “you’re sure this isn’t too tight?”

ever the masochist, he nods, tilting his head to the side and offering the tender skin of his jaw and neck for you to mark up. you accept choso’s invitation, hands loosening as you pepper kisses along his sweaty skin.

he smells like his nice, soft shampoo mixed with your perfume. you can feel his racing pulse beneath your lips, and he savors the way you smile against his skin before nipping at it.

“ah, baby,” choso moans, hair slipping into his face again, “need you to—need you to ride me.”

“anything for you,” is your loving reply, spoken into the softness of his cheek, which is flushed a dark red. you rock your hips against his, hands loosening again as you indulge in the delicious sensation of being full. because of your movements, more cum pools on his thighs, hot and sticky from being inside you for so long.

“i’m..” choso gulps, an uncontrollable whimper slipping from his throat to interrupt him. “‘m gonna cum—t-take all of it for me, please baby.”

“mhm,” you moan into his neck, the fresh bite marks sticky with spit as they press against your lips. “give it to me, cho. a-all of it . . everything.”

choso cums to your words. his cock spurts ribbons of white inside you, so deep you wonder how long it’ll take to pour out, and his head falls back, entirely spent. his breaths come in heaving puffs, face flushed and sticky with sweat, but he still manages to look at you.

exhausted, he pants, “you didn’t cum, did you?”

you shake your head with a small smile, fingers grazing over where you’d been gripping his neck. “‘s okay, you’re pretty tired. maybe later?”

deep inside, you hope choso will offer to get you off anyway. a lovesick, dazed grin spreads across his lips and he lightly nudges you backwards.

“come on, lay on your back for me.”

“why, cho? you’re exh—”

choso shushes you, pushing you back more insistently. “i want to make my pretty girl cum on my tongue. lay down, please?”

[iidsch]

cw for me being mean about nintendo and totk 🔪🔪

they actually had the absolute gall to spell out the SOLUTION to this quest before even telling you what the quest is about. nintendo treats their fans as if they were stupid but honestly after seeing people praise this game as a flawless masterpiece im starting to believe they really are braindead

[poorlittlevampire]

as a massive ac fan i understand the frustration but this is how nintendo has run for a while now lol they stopped focusing on it bc there was money to be made elsewhere (like splat3 which apparently shared a lot of the same devs, and most were moved from ac to work on splat from what ive heard)

[chososprettyprincess]

» synopsis - ⟡⋆˙ satoru who hates when you masturbate without him.

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ female masturbation, p in v, penetration, creampie, unprotected sex, he does NOT pull out (his pullout game weak ash..) satoru being a HATER, satoru being sweet at the end but mean in the beginning.. (HES A BUM.) , oral - f! receiving.

» warnings - ⟡⋆˙ sexual themes.

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satoru who comes home from missions exhausted, tired and sweaty and expects you to be waiting for him.

instead he’s met by the scene of you playing with your— no, his pussy and immediately gets upset as his eyebrows furrowed and his lips are formed in a thin line.

while you’re gasping, panting in pleasure without him? “y/n.” he firmly states as your eyes shot open in surprise.

“s-satoru! i didn’t expect you to be home and i was-“ satoru cut you off quickly.

“shut up.” he snapped back which immediately made you go silent as you looked up at him as he stared back at you with those beautiful, vibrant blue eyes.

he sits down and spreads your legs as his firm palms kept them open, his small breaths blowing against your clit and labia as you jerked a bit.

he bought his fingers and separated your folds and smiled. “you can’t even get yourself off properly..” which you responded to with a whine.

he ran his finger up and down collecting your wetness before rubbing small circles around your core.

“no dick for you tonightt..” he teased and smiled. “no dick for the woman who cant keep their hands off my pussy.” you whined and looked at him.

“please…?”

you softly begged but satoru was a man of his word and no, meant no as he looked at you with a irritated expression which immediately shut you up.

he sighed and stuck out warm tongue before gently inserting into your core which made you jerk back a little bit and he shoot you a glare which said “stop moving”

you stopped as he began eating you out like a starved man. slurping, spitting and all.

he slurped up the clear liquid leaking out of you and spit it back at your womanhood, making a mess as his whole chin was wet.

“satoru..” you let out in a shaky breathe as he didn’t even look up once as he licked up and down your slit before sucking your clit.

he was slightly grinding into the sheets, desperately trying to ignore his hard and uncomfortable boner in his boxers which were wet with his pre-cum just from eating you out.

he then laid his tongue flat then moved his head side to side quickly which made you almost immediately come undone.

“oh my gosh- fuckkk..! im comingg!” you shouted and arched your back up and came undone on his tongue and he slurped it all up like a pro.

he quickly unbuckled his pants as he was heavy breathing and let out a shaky exhale.

this time he could not keep his word as he almost CAME in his boxers just from getting a taste of your climax which was embarrassing on his end.

he gave his cock a few lazy strokes then ran it up and down your slit wetting his tip with your wetness before pushing it in.

he couldn’t help but let out a groan after slipping into your comfortable, warm, velvety walls as you let out a soft moan while he threw his head back.

“im not gonna last baby.. rub your clit for me, m’kay?” he said as he started moving at a medium pace as he bit down on his bottom lip to avoid letting out any whines or whimpers.

his balls were slapping against your ass as his trimmed, snow-white pubic hairs brushed against your labia.

he began going faster as you moaned. “satoruu— i’m gonna-“ you whined as he kissed you.

“shhh.. baby i know, i know.. just let it happen” he said reassuring you and desperately tried to hold back his own climax for you.

you finally reached your high and gushed all over his cock as a creamy white ring formed around his base.

he finally relaxed and let go, his balls tightened and clenched as he released ropes of cum into you. he let out deep, sensual groans as he finished. he let out A LOT.

“fuckk.. baby..” he said as he caressed your cheek before slowly pulling out as his cum slowly dripped out of you.

he chuckled as he quickly used his ALMOST 6 inches fingers to gather it all up and gently pust it back in your twitching hole.

“can’t have you staining the sheets now?” he teased as you just rolled your eyes. “whatever, satoru.”

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Reward - AIB Boys HCS -

Summary: They save you during a game, so you reward them by giving them head 💋

Warnings: NSFW - MDI - +18 - Oral - Dub/Con with Banda -

Includes: Chishiya - Arisu - Banda Sunato - Tatta - Karube - Aguni - Kuzuryu - Niragi -

♤ Chishiya

He is amuzed till he starts to groan from the misstrations of your tongue around his dick.

Back at the game you would have died but he was there, maybe it was the adrenaline from it or seeing him covered in blood what made you feral for him, having to hold back till both of you got back to his room at the Beach.

Chishiya groans letting his head fall back against the wall, his hands going to your head to guide you. You are so sloppy tonight.

"Easy princess- you gonna make me come if you dont slow down"

He says easy but his body its out of it. His hips already moving using your mouth to reach his orgasm. Its not like you are going to slow down even if he asked. All you want from him right now is his cum into your mouth.

♤ Arisu

Baby boy its going to be a shy mess and tell you "you dont have to-oh fuck" as you cut him off taking him without further preparation.

Arisu was an angel in this hell place. Of curse you would reward him for saving you. It was an extra how sensitive he was when it came to you giving him oral. Your hand caressing his balls and pressing them making him moan and whimper.

He will try to control himself, really. But its too much. Soon he is a mess all over the bed, telling you to please keep going to not stop.

♤ Banda Sunato

Banda had ulterior motives to save you and one of them was this, having you on your knees for him while you suck him off.

He would still be fully clothed, only letting his dick out, hell you two may still be in the game arena.

"Cmon, you did not think you would not have to pay for it, right? I saved you this is the last thing you could do"

Its going to force all of himself down your throath without warning and groan at the feeling. He is the one in control now, using one hand to move your head up and down his dick, urging you do go faster.

"You must be a slut right? And you like this"

Once he cums he will pull your face close to his dick till his cum is coming out of your mouth.

♤ Tatta

Pretty boy is so proud of have saved you. And then you are pushing him on the back of the cars the beach has and getting between his legs. He is confused till he sees how you start to push his summer shorts down.

Is a blushing mess trying to tell you to stop, there is no need- then you start to lick him and he is gone. He groans and tells you how good your tongue feels and how much he had wanted you. Will beg to you to let him finish in your mouth, and tell you he needs to return the favor.

♤ Karube

The one who saved you because he loves you and never wanted something in return but wont denied the head.

In fact, its going to taunt you because of it.

"All i needed to do was save you and then I get you like this for me?"

Like this, being on your knees with only his shirt, so yes he has no shirt at the moment (just got out from the shower and now he is sure he will need a second one). Wont complain, will let you touch his body pulling down his swiming shorts and see you play with his dick till it gets all red and hard. Its going to push your head into it, he cant resist your mouth and its a bit of a dom so he may just use you since you are soo ready to give it to him.

♤ Aguni

He protects. Its his nature for these who he loves. When you two get back at the beach you are pulling him towards the shared suit The Hatter gave both of you. He is confused thinking you may want to shower first but no- he was so wrong-

He is actually a softie and will melt once your motuh is around him, will try to stop you but then will sucumb easily to your touches.

♤ Kuzuryu

This Man is TIRED AS HELL. The moment he moved to save you from your last game was pure reflex (and maybe love). So when he is back at the beach with you following him like a lost puppy he will ask what you want from him.

It ends with him back in his suit with your mouth around his dick and him spread on the bed. Wont try to push you away, he needs to release stress after all. Will tell you what to do, how to properly suck him, how to play with his balls...and when he cums he ends telling you to lay down so he can use your tits as his personal toys for a second round.

♤ Niragi - established relationship

If a group goes to a game with Niragi everybody knows only you would end being protected by him, why? Because he fucking loves you even if no one knows it or gets it.

The one who pulls you after the game to see if you ended hurt only to be suprised when you offer yourself right there. His suprise will soon fade away and turn into lust as he hold your head and groans your name, not caring if the others can hear him.

[1byhwng]

”you’re so pretty” - Han jisung

. . ____________________________ . .

Synopsis- Han tells you his insecurities so you find a way to make him understand how beautiful he is.

warnings - MDNI, read at your own risk 🤷🏽‍♀️

It was a long day and you finally got home heading straight to the room, to see your boyfriend. When you walk into your shared bedroom you see him wrapped up in a blanket playing a game on his phone. Weird. He’s usually sleep by now.

“Ji?” You call out setting your bag on a hook before climbing into bed with him. He looks over to you shocked “you’re back already?” He asks taking his attention from the game and focusing on you. You slide over in bed next to him laying your head on his shoulder. “I come back at this time every night, ji” you say, suspicious of his tone. “Are you okay?” You speak softy turning to fully looking at him “you can tell me.”

That’s when you noticed the tear streaks on his face. He looks away once you realize not saying anything. “Baby..” as soon as the word leaves your mouth he curls up into a ball and starts sobbing. You shake your head before pulling him into your arms. “I don’t know what wrong with me..” he whispers laying his head on your chest. “I’m annoying, ugly, and dumb.” He says sniffling. In shock you sit up pushing him away “what?” You speak before grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at you “what makes you think you’re any of that? You’re talented, handsome, sweet, kind, and plenty more. Don’t ever forget that.” You say planting a kiss on his cheek. “But-“ you press a finger against his lips to stop him from continuing before getting out of bed, pulling him with you. He needed to learn how great he actually was.

“Y/N? W-what are you doing?” He says as his voice betrays him. Without answering, you take him over to your standing mirror. “Look at yourself. What do you see?” You speak softly, hugging him from behind, smiling as your arms trace his waist slowly moving down to tease him, making him flinch in shock, before moving them back. "answer me." he opens his mouth to speak but closes it as a light shade of pink washed over his features. "do i need to tell you myself, baby?" you say

"n-no I can...I see a—I cant do it." he whispers the last part almost as if he was telling himself instead of you. He looks down avoiding his own reflection like the plague. As much as he wanted to deny it the raging boner in his sweats made it quite hard. no pun intended.

Once you notice, you moved your hands to the waistband of his sweatpants tugging them to let him know. Almost immediately he starts pushing them down, leaving him in his boxers as your hands trail from his waist to the inside of his boxers. He tenses up before relaxing again as you take his length in your hand, rubbing your thumb across the tip causing his hips to jerk forward, his hand covering his mouth. You tighten your grip around his cock whenever he tries to fuck into your fist. "you’re very beautiful, baby." you whisper against his ear making him shiver and his cock throb in your hand.

You start dragging your hand up his shaft at a steady tempo only stopping to give more attention to his leaking tip. Every little thing you do makes him whine and moan, his body getting hotter by the minute.

you move your hand away to get on your knees in front of him, pulling down his boxers. His cock springs out and you hear a gasp as it slaps against his stomach. You lick his tip teasingly looking up at him, watching his expressions. “I cant believe you thought you were ugly.” You mumble before you take him in your mouth inch by inch. You start bobbing your head up and down his cock, keeping yourself steady by holding onto his sides.

You stroke what you couldn’t fit and he whines, his voice soft and breathless. “Y/N…” his hips thrusting into your mouth, a trail of moans leave his lips. His hands move up to play with your hair before pushing your head down, his tip pressing against the back of your throat. You feel tears in your eyes, your grip on his waist tightening.

“f-fuck y/n, baby please..” he groans trying to push away once you start bobbing your head again. “S-do good..” He moans looking down at your body, eyes full of lust as he watches you take his cock in your mouth. “ baby..I’m so close.” He whines leaning over you trying to keep his balance as his body shakes from the pleasure. Before he could cum you pull your mouth off of him, leaving him there with teary eyes. You look up at him with sweet innocent eyes before pulling him down with you.

you realize his state and oh was it beautiful. He had tears slowly falling from his eyes, face red from embarrassment , cock throbbing pathetically against his stomach, his tip flushed a deep red, and his hair a mess with strands falling into his face.

”what do you want pretty boy?” You speak taking his cock in your hand starting to stroke his length before speeding up. He tries to grab at your hand only to lean forward and lay his head in your neck. “Y-y/n” he moans out thrusting into your hand. “You’re doing so good baby, keep going for me..” you whisper into his ear as your other hand goes up to play with his hair. As soon as you realize he’s about it cum you pull away.

“baby, please-!” He whines into your shoulders. Only changing positions to rub his dick against your leg. You couldn’t help but smile at him, you weren’t surprised that he was like this.

Pulling away, you push him down his back and straddle him. This was gonna be a long night

[thewertsearch]

GG: yaaaaaay!!! GA: Youll Need Somewhere To Keep Them While They Grow

Vriska would approve.

Also, I hope that water's fresh.

GG: so what is the actual purpose of all this breeding? GG: am i trying to make one really special frog with just the right genetic code or something? GG: sort of like the ULTIMATE FROG :O GA: Actually GA: Yes GA: Thats Exactly What Youre Doing […] GA: Your Objective Is To Breed The Genesis Frog

The Genesis Frog - a phrase I’m willing to bet is capitalized even without Kanaya’s quirk - would fit right in with Bilious Slick's other titles.

I think Jade's literally trying to create Slick, or an iteration of him, and that deriving his genome is crucial to the session's endgame. He's been haunting us for thousands of pages, and his importance is nothing less than absolute.

GA: You Cant Complete The Game Without Doing So GA: Your Entire Mission Depends On Breeding Him

Finally.

Come on, Kanaya, play ball with me here.

What is the purpose of Bilious Slick, the Genesis Frog?

GG: what do we do after i make this big god froggy? GG: does it have something to do with the new universe we create? GA: Most Certainly

...oh my fucking god.

Oh my FUCKING god.

She's deadass, isn't she? She's not being figurative, allegorical or metaphorical. Kanaya is literally saying that if you zoom out far enough from a universe, you'll see Bilious Slick's beady eyes staring back at you. The true shape of reality is a thing that croaks.

This is why Derse hates him. He's a symbol of Player victory, and Derse's entire raison d'etre is to oppose the Players. The amphibian civil war was signalling the opposing Carapacian attitudes to the creation of a universe.

This is why Aradia associates Slick with probability. He contains all possibilities because he's made of Paradox Space.

This is why Vriska was so surprised that John found one in his Land. Creating frogs is an endgame quest, and her own Space Player took weeks to make progress in cloning them.

The Forge hasn't even entered yet, and John's already holding one of the ancestors of his nascent universe.

And this the answer to the Great Frog Riddle. It's why Slick stands at the peak of every Sburb Temple - because he is its genesis, its purpose and its prize.

Bilious Slick is more than a god – he’s a space for gods to fill.

It's shit like this that makes Homestuck my favorite webcomic of all. The Ultimate Reward - the grand prize of reality's great game - is a fucking frog.

[lunaandco]

cat dad! gavi headcanons

pairing: gavi x reader

summary: headcanons of what kind of cat owner/boyfriend gavi is

masterlist

gavi found a kitten 3 months into his injury.

he always thought he would get a dog at some point, but when the little white fur ball hid in his car in search of some warmth in winter... he was sold

he calls her estrellita

obviously he gets her a barça themed collar

the kitten turns out to be deaf, which seems to be a good thing since he is very loud while playing video-games or watching games so she can rest around him in peace

eatrellita is as noisy as him, though, always meowling and whining to get his attention and some more pets.

he feeds her lots of human food, because the cracking noise of her dry cat food gives him anxiety about her teeth.

estrellita loves riding on his shoulder

his usually untied laces become her favourite chew toys, to the point they start breaking and he can't even attempt to tie them for real

estrellita turns out to be a great judge of character, always getting uncomfortable with certain people.

the first time he brought a girl home she yowled the whole time, just for gavi to discover she already had a boyfriend.

since then, he makes sure to trust her instinct.

when he finally brought you home, he was kind of anxious as to what estrellita would do, but she just rised her head to get more pets and purred like she usually does

estrellita was shy at first, but soon she was switching from his lap to yours and viceversa without any shame

sleeping was a bit harder. gavi used to let estrellita curl up on his chest, so when you started to be a common fixture in the bed she got jealous

in the end, estrellita chose to settle on gavi's belly, letting you rest your head on his chest.

the first night with this scheme, gavi was almost vibrating with excitement/cuteness agression to be surrounded by his girls.

estrellita loves being taken outside, to go on walks (more like runs) with gavi. she loves her barça themed harness and when gavi is away at games, she follows you with the harness on her mouth until you cave and take her for a stroll

because she's deaf and cant hear the crowd, estrellita has no problem being taken to games at camp nou, as long as she remains in her harness and in your lap.

she becomes culers favourite pet

[hyukaberryfinn]

thinking about size kink with this hyuka

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

He’s all hot and bothered after his game, only thinking about all the goals he missed, even if they won.

you and him are in a situationship. not quite dating, but not quite single.

you came to watch his game, hoping to support and that he’d win, his number painted on your cheek in his teams colours.

he dosent notice you’re there, not until the first goal for his team is scored and he looks to the crowd, noticing you cheering, your face flushed as you stand out (at least to him) in the crowd.

he smiles, playing the hardest he can for the remainder of the game, hoping to impress you.

And impressed you are.

the way he easily towered over the opposing players, pushing past them and taking the ball of them like it was nothing. his arm muscles practically bulging out of his shirt, and his legs flexing with every step he took.

and the funny thing is, he didn’t seem to realise it. but you did and you couldn’t deny it, it was turning you on.

the games over and at the celebratory party, you two get a little too close for comfort. maybe it’s the drinks, maybe it’s the need you have for him but, it’s obvious; you’re taking him home tonight.

as you stumble into your apartment, his big hands roam your body and you can feel the way he can fit his whole hand around one of your tits.

you feel the way his bulge rubs against your stomach, causing you to clench your thighs together.

when you finally stumble into your bedroom, it’s clear to you that even if you wanted to, you couldn’t take control of him; there was just too much of him.

he pushes you down, pinning you down with only one hand, but you still can’t get out of his hold.

he leans over you and his shadow engulfs you, as he notices this, he grinds into you, the tent in his pants just growing bigger.

eventually, youre stripped down and he notices how his hands looked splayed over your body, how only one almost covers your entire torso.

he notices how with just one hand splayed over your abdomen, he can keep your hips down as he eats your out.

he notices how your eyes widen when he finally strips and the way you cant seem to fathom even being able to fit all of him inside you.

but you do, after some struggle.

you see, as he tried to push into you, the size difference hit him like a truck.

he didn’t fit.

so, he decided to prep you, realizing it was going to take at least three fingers to prepare you for him.

when he finally thought you were ready, he slid in.

and, god, it was like heaven.

even with the prep, you were still so tight. you were warm and completely slick for him

he pulled out and thrusted in and completely annihilated the chance of you ever enjoying sex with anyone else again.

he managed to kiss your cervix and that sweet little spongey spot without even trying, and he didn’t even realise it.

not until you became louder, your whimpers turning into moans.

finally it clicked, he was big. not just his dick, but everything about him.

and now, he’s never gonna let it go. you best believe that he’s using it every chance he gets.

[falafelluva]

Hiiii, can you write something with kenan where he gets injured during a match and the teader comforts him and then like takes care of him?🫶🏼

; 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 - 𝘬.𝘺𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘻 ✮

summary: the req

warnings: ermm an injury

author’s note: im tired but i cant sleep even tho its 4 pm

It was a crisp Saturday evening when Juventus faced off against AC Milan in a much anticipated Serie A match. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, fans buzzing with excitement as they filled the stands, chanting their team's praises.

You sat among the crowd, your heart racing not just from the thrilling energy but from the anticipation of watching Kenan play.

As the match kicked off, the players were intense and focused. Kenan moved gracefully across the pitch, his confidence and skill on full display. You cheered every time he touched the ball, feeling a swell of pride for the young man you loved.

But as the match progressed, the intensity ramped up. The players were fighting hard for possession, and you could feel the tension in the air. Just before halftime, it happened.

Kenan went in for a tackle, his opponent's foot caught him unexpectedly, sending him crashing to the ground.

A collective gasp rose from the crowd as the whistle blew. You jumped to your feet, eyes locked on Kenan as he lay on the pitch, clutching his ankle in pain. You felt your heart drop.

As the medical team rushed onto the field, you anxiously scanned the faces around you. The referee signaled for the game to pause, and you could see Kenan grimacing, his face contorted in pain. Time seemed to stretch as you watched the medics assess him, and your mind raced with concern.

Finally, they helped him to his feet, but he couldn't put any weight on his injured ankle. You felt a wave of panic wash over you. The match continued, but your focus was solely on him.

You could see the frustration in his eyes, mixed with pain, as he hobbled toward the sidelines with the medics' assistance.

Once the game ended, you rushed down to the players’ tunnel, your heart pounding in your chest. As you reached the entrance, you spotted Kenan sitting on a bench, his leg propped up on a stool.

He looked up at you, his face pale, but his eyes still brightened when he saw you.

“Kenan!” you exclaimed, rushing to his side. “What happened? Are you okay?”

He forced a smile, but it was clear he was trying to hide his discomfort. “I’m fine. Just a little twisted ankle,” he said, but the way he winced as he shifted told you otherwise.

You knelt beside him, taking his hand in yours. “You don’t look fine. I’m so sorry this happened.”

“I’ll be okay,” he said, though his voice was strained. “I just need to rest.”

As you sat beside him, the medical staff wrapped his ankle in ice. Kenan leaned back, trying to catch his breath, and you could see the fatigue etched on his face.

“You played so well. I’m so proud of you,” you said, trying to lift his spirits.

“Yeah, well, it didn’t end how I wanted it to,” he replied, a hint of frustration in his tone. “I hate being out.”

“I know,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “But you’ll recover. You’re strong, and I’ll be right here with you.”

After a while, the medical staff left, leaving you two alone in the dimly lit room. You could see Kenan’s brow furrowing in thought, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“What if I can’t play again?” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shook your head. “Don’t think like that. You’re young and healthy. This is just a bump in the road, Kenan. You’ll be back on the pitch before you know it.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “Thanks for always being here. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Of course, I’ll always be here,” you replied, standing up to grab a nearby bottle of water and handing it to him. “Now, let’s get you home and take care of you.”

After a bit of struggle, you managed to help him up, your arms wrapped around his waist for support. He leaned heavily against you, but you didn’t mind; you were determined to help him every step of the way.

Once you arrived at your shared apartment, you guided him to the couch. “Sit here. I’ll grab some ice and a blanket,” you said, moving quickly around the living room to gather what you needed.

Kenan settled down with a small sigh, his expression shifting from frustration to gratitude as he watched you. You returned with the ice pack and a soft blanket, carefully placing the ice on his swollen ankle.

“Is that okay?” you asked, concern lacing your voice.

He nodded, albeit through clenched teeth. “Yeah, it’s good. Thank you.” He leaned back into the cushions, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

You settled beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Just relax. You’ve had a long day.”

He sighed contentedly, wrapping an arm around you. “I don’t like feeling helpless,” he admitted, his voice low.

“I get it,” you said softly, looking up at him. “But you’re not alone. We’ll get through this together. Besides, you know I’ll spoil you while you’re recovering.”

A small smile crept across his face at your words. “You always spoil me,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“That’s the plan,” you said, feeling lighter now. “We can binge-watch your favorite shows, and I’ll even cook your favorite meals.”

“Now that sounds tempting,” he replied, his eyes lighting up at the thought.

As the evening wore on, you made sure he was comfortable, fetching him snacks and drinks while you kept him entertained with stories and laughter.

You both reminisced about past games, your favorite memories flooding back, lightening the mood despite the circumstances.

Eventually, as the night drew to a close, Kenan leaned over and kissed your forehead softly. “Thanks for being my rock,” he murmured. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “You’ll always have me, Kenan. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

With that promise hanging in the air, you both settled in for a cozy night, the challenges ahead seeming a little less daunting knowing you were in it together.

[sad-stucky-shipper-107]

OK OK SO, long post but bear with me. This is such an important match.

Here we see what Kageyama's worst fear is. He gives his 101% BUT BUT only he did that in his previous team, he played so good that everyone else was getting left behind. And so no one trusted his tosses, He spiked the ball and no one was there to get it. he admits this is like the worst fucking thing in the world

We get a better look at the dymanics of the team. Look at how mean Tsukishima can be. Clearly it is hard enough for Kageyama to talk about it but Tsukki will dig and dig and dig until the other guy is bleeding.

Tanaka sees this is bad, so attempts to moderate but Daichi stops him, he knows that this is something the 1st years will have to work out by themselves (though I have no doubt he'll step in if things get too bad)

And they do! Kageyama is spilling his guts on that volleyball court and everyone is Holding Their Breath at whats gonna happen next

And what happens next is the absolute fucking miracle that is Hinata Shoyo. He so EASILY brushes away Kageyama's worries. He tells Kageyama that he has nothing to worry about (😭😭😭 oh god they're making me sob) He says it with SO MUCH CONFIDENCE THAT KAGEYAMA HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO BELIEVE HIM.

BECAUSE THAT;S WHAT HINATA SHOYO DOES. HE BELIEVES IN HIMSELF. AND HE BELIEVES IN YOU. AND HE BELIEVES IN YOU UNTIL YOU BOTH BELIEVE IN YOURSELVES AND EACH OTHER TO MAKE YOUR DREAM A REALITY.

HINATA SHOYO HAS DECLARED THAT THEY WILL BEAT TSUKISHIMA AND THAT KAGEYAMA WILL BECOME A SETTER SO THEY WILL.

AND AND.

HERE HINATA SHOWS HIS OWN INSECURITY. TELLS EVERYONE THAT EVERY CHANCE, EVERYBALL IS WORTH CHASING BECAUSE HE HASN'T HAD EVEN THAT. EVER. HE IS SHORT SO HE CANT AFFORED TO MISS EVEN A SINGLE TOSS.

AND THEN MF KAGEYAMA STEPS UP. HE DOES. HE 1) ACKNOWLEDGES HINATA AS A SPIKER AGAIN AND 2) TELLS HIM THAT HE HAS HINA'S BACK.

MORE TEAM DYNAMICS!!! SUGA TRIES TO PERSONALLY ENGAGE WITH KAGEYAMA (This is where I think the SugaMom and Dadchi dynamics come from, Daichi has a better over all commanding presence whereas Suga prefers bonding with them all one on one. Not to say they can't switch but we all have out strengths.)

Awww Kageyama finally complimenting hina and telling him he has so much potential, I love them to death

AND HERE WE HAVE A TRUE GLIMPSE OF THE GENIUS OF TOBIO. MY BOY HAS AN ACTION PLAN AND BY GOD HE IS GOING TO WIN THIS GAME WITH THE ABSOLUTE WEAPON THAT IS HINATA SHOYO.

BUT. BUT. FOR THAT HE NEEDS HINATA'S ABSOLUTE TRUST. WITH ANYONE ELSE THAT WOULD BE SUCH A BIG ASK BUT HINATA. MAN. HINATA DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DO THINGS ANY OTHER WAY. ALL HE CAN DO IT TRUST IN KAGEYAMA. AND HE DOES. WITHOUT HESITATION.

KAGS IS LITERALLY PLAYING 5D CHESS ON THE COURT

AND HE SETS. AND HINATA SPIKES AND THEY FUCKING SCORE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME THEY SCORE!!

THE FACT THAT HINATA'S EYES WERE CLOSED. THE FACT THAT HE HAD SUCH ABSOLUTE FAITH IN TOBIOS TOSS (The toss which no one even bothered picking up in the last match) THAT HE LITERALLY HAD BLIND FUCKING FAITH.

AND IT FUCKING PAYED OFF. SHOYO WAS RIGHT, WE'RE ALL IDIOTS AND BOTH SHOYO AND TOBIO ARE JUST THAT GREAT.

GOD I FUCKING LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH

[wosowrites]

For Her Safety (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

warnings: swearing

prompt: in which you get tackled horrifically during a dirty game by an irish player and jessie is furious.

a/n: by the way I LOVE Katie so much she just does these things for the sake of the story.

Bev had given you all a talk days before the Ireland game. It went something along the lines of "Katie McCabe plays dirty. She's brilliant, she's tough, she's dangerous, she will do anything to win, including taking your ankles out." The gaffer warned you all to be careful but not back down, to fight but not let her have any reason to hold a grudge against you. But mostly she emphasized that you had no control over the irishwoman, and that the only thing to do was hold her off.

When the Irish scored in the fourth minute you knew you had time, you knew you had the skill, but you also had a new found sense of worry. That goal was lucky. You cant mark someone taking a corner. She scored a good goal by accident, but a good goal nonetheless. And then it was Julias turn. It was Canadas turn to get lucky.

Right before half, Julia crossed the ball in from the left side and into the far right corner. An Irish defender tried to deflect it, but it went into her own net. You screamed your lungs out, running to Julia and hugging her and Jordyn closely. The Canadians formed a mob of joy before the half time whistle blew, but you all knew that you couldn't perform like the first half in the second.

And you didn't.

The real Canada came into the light in the second half, you were pressuring the Irish box, making passes, tackles, smart plays and taking shots, but the next goal came in the 53' minute. You were desperate to get on the score sheet as the striker, and when you saw a cross coming into the left corner just out of your reach and just a little too low, you knew what you had to do.

Throwing yourself in the direction of the ball head first, you made contact and sent the ball slamming into the back of the net along with yourself. You slid into the Irish net and quickly got up, running towards the only person you wanted to celebrate this goal with. Jessie Fleming. Her arms were outstretched as your body connected with hers in a hug at the top of the box. You wrapped your arms around her waist and laughed as Sophie, Jordyn, Sincy, and the entire of your team crashed into the hug as well. But the only person who mattered to you in that moment was Jess. Jess, your beautiful, perfect girlfriend and her shining, proud brown eyes.

The first foul on you came only minutes later, you were running down the wing, having switched momentarily with Jordyn. You got to the left edge of the box when Katie started marking you, jockeying and holding you off until support came. You moved up to her slowly, keeping the ball controlled and then faked going left before taking a small touch to the right past the irishwoman. But before you could get the ball again, Katie's leg stuck out and wiped your feet from under you. You barely had any time to react, already having been low due to the position you were in to change sides quickly, the fall made it that your head smashed into the turf without your arms to support them. You sat up quickly, your arms wide and the slight feeling of blood going down your face from your nose. You didnt care though, choosing instead to stand up and demand that the referee give Katie a yellow... which she didn't.

"You're kidding me, right?" another voice said. Jessie had closed in on you, Katie and the referee. "She stuck her foot out and made her fall on her face shes getting a card," Jessie said, her eyes cold and fixated upon McCabe. "You're not the referee, Fleming," the woman said. "Jessie just leave it," you said softly, putting your hand on her stomach to try and get her to back away. She probably would have if Katie hadn't sassed her.

"Yeah, you're not the ref," she taunted. This made the midfielder have other ideas. She pushed forwards and into Katie so that their faces were barely apart from each other. "Say that again, huh? I swear I see you touch her one more time and you'll be off this pitch in a stretcher," Jessie threatened.

Somehow, throughout the commotion between both teams, no medics had come for your nose. A big clump of players had formed, the green behind Katie, pulling their captain away and the white trying to put themselves between the two captains. Due to the big group of people and the loudness, the referee ended up not hearing anything that was being said, so a free kick was awarded and that was that.

However your nose was still bleeding like crazy and your jersey was soiled. Your head felt light and Jessies head snapped towards you as she saw you sit down on the grass again. The Canadian waved over medics and kneeled next to you, pushing back your baby hairs swiftly. "You're hot when you're mad," you winked at her. "You're hot when your nose is bleeding," she winked. "Dont lie," you rolled your eyes at her. "I'm not," she said almost hungrily. It made your heart skip a beat.

But then the medics were there with some towels and ushered you off the field just for the time it took to change your jersey and stop the bleeding. And then you were back on, but Katie was still angry.

The second foul on you came due to a slide tackle you had done to her. You had honestly tried to get the ball but ended up clipping her ankles. Not enough to injure her but enough to piss her off.

You were quick to stand up yourself, apologize and offer her your hand but she refused it, jumping up on her own and pushing you to the ground with a loud cuss word. You sat there, slightly stunned with your hands up in submission, but what made you stand back up was Jessie rushing towards you both, followed by a worried looking Vanessa Gilles and Quinny. You were quick to place yourself between Jessie and Katie. You grabbed onto Jessies waist with one arm and turned to Denise O'Sullivan. "Get her away from us O'Sullivan, she's not big but she stings," you yelled at the woman, referring to Jessie. Denise led her captain away and you watched as you got booked.

Before Jessie could argue with the ref, you gave her a stern look and took the yellow card. The game ended 2-1 which you were thankful for, but somehow McCabe still had it in her to argue.

As you shook hands with the opponent, Katie was closing the line and so were you. She stopped you by putting her hand on your stomach and pushing you in the slightest. "You play just as dirty as me you're just better at hiding it," she whispered in your ear. You rolled your eyes at her before moving away. "Whatever, I'm gonna go talk to my girlfriend now because I still have one," you scowled, knowing immediately you should not have said that. You walked away from her and towards Jessie who was looking more calm and concerned now instead of angry and on edge. "What did she say?" your girlfriend asked. "Nothing, just banter," you answered.

The next time you saw Katie, she was being booked. You had no clue for what because the game had been over for about five minutes now. You exchanged a look with Jessie and burst out laughing, clapping your hands together as the Irish ignored you.

The locker room was happy but full of knowledge that you all collectively needed to perform better versus Australia.

Once you got into the bus it was late and dark outside. Your hair was wet from shower water instead of rain and you cuddled up beside your girlfriend in the bus. "It's cute when you get all protective," you said to her, nuzzling into her shoulder. "It's cute when you put your arms out to stop yourself from almost breaking your nose," Jessie answered, making you let out a short, loud laugh. "Okay Fleming," you rolled your eyes.

Jessie looked down at you and you shifted to look up at her so that she could place a small, sweet kiss on your lips. She closed her eyes and so did you, knowing that you had a couple hours of sleep before taking a plane back to Melbourne.

[tubborucho]

I think there’s a big misconception between red and blue viewers about the nature of feeling defeated.

I can’t speak for red, because I don’t watch them, but I see people using red’s first day as a counterargument to what’s happening with blue practically every day. As I understand, their first day was hell, because they were in a severe disadvantage as a team. They’re lore-heads and ‘dumb lucky’ (i am NOT calling them dumb, they are actually all really smart, i am just saying that they are stupidly lucky sometimes), this is not what can give you a win when you are thrown in that game. On the first day. They did get killed a lot and they were going insane. And they were having fun! Listen, I’ve read SO many posts about how funny and cool red’s first day was and hoe people absolutely enjoyed it. And it’s cool.

But it’s COMPLETELY different to blue. Blue are not in the ‘fuck it we ball’ defeat mood. Because they are never given a chance to just enjoy their wins.

1st day – they got SO much backlash for everything that it was genuinely horrible

2nd day – red found the global task strat. Which is fine. But blue had the whole day of just struggling to understand how FOUR PEOPLE TRYING AND TRYING cant overtake one Etoiles on a leaderboard.

3rd day – they’ve been leading the score all day. Did everything they could pretty much. And again, last minute strat. Which was fair, but it’s a big hit on their morale.

4th day – they win, using the same strat. they specifically did it the way they did just to show how broken it is. they get layers and layers of hate from twitter.

5th day – both red and blue give win to green. this day was neutral.

6th day – the egg preparations. blue decided to just give this day away as well. but bad and pac were hunted for hours just two of them.

7th day – the Egg Wars. we all know what happened :D

8th day – elimination. blue won. blue could’ve easily win without even trying to tie with green, but they did. they almost succeeded. it didn’t feel as a victory when they won, because everyone just blamed them. that wouldn’t happen if green won, everyone would cheer, and it’s a fact.

9th day – that’s today. bad and bagi were constantly hunted for about 3 hours. they couldn’t get into the base for like 4,5 hours (they can now because tubbo is guarding the bounty npc).

Each day when they lose – they lose without sympathy and any kindness from others. Each day they win – this victory is bitter, clawed out and they are hated.

Yes, red and blue both know this feeling of not being able to do anything. But Red have so much support on their side. Both in-game and in-fandom. They are praised for everything they do. They got so much less troubles from blue and green because they kept walking away to not ‘punch down’ from this whole underdog narrative. Meanwhile blue just keep being screwed by everything around them. I think arguably the only thing they have over red is the favor of Lil Buddies, because they are constantly hanging out with them. That’s all. All material stuff they have will be easily matched like tomorrow. They’ve never really had a PVP advantage in the first place because Green’s skills and Red’s players count.

It’s genuinely demotivating to even watch their stream. Like I think I would genuinely cry in their place. All their efforts are either useless, because they immediately get nerfed, or get hated on by literally everyone and everything. It’s such a deep-rooted feeling of loosing before you could even play, that it transfers over the screen.

Red burned in that fire on the first day. And it powered them (in a cursed but fun way). Blue keeps being drowned by everything around them like unwanted kittens, and they are fighting for their life.

So no, I do not think it’s fair to compare Red’s first day to anything that happens to Blue. It’s not the same. I do understand however that it defied them as characters, so it’s a fair point to analyze. But in meta-arguments? Yeah, no. [insert a poll ‘Who suffered more? Blue Team Jesus]

And yet they try. And yet they have nice moments. And yet they are friends. Love prevails.

[arlerts-angel]

Telling playboy/cocky! Armin that nobody had ever made you squirt before so u must not be able to.

“Armin, you’re not gonna make me squirt. I’ve never done it before so I must not be able to.”

“Mm.. you sure about that pretty girl?”

a/n: it's giving frat boy at a college party so CHEERS 🍻 sorry i'm just now getting to this, i'm trying to finish the requests sitting in my drafts/inbox 🩷 side note: i might get rid of the taglist idk ANYWAYS ENJOYYY SMOOCHES

cw: modern/college au, alcohol, cocky!armin x fem!reader, dubcon? (not sure but since alcohol is involved i'll tag just in case) oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, squirting, pet names (pretty girl, angel, princess, baby, good girl)

taglist: @callm3senpaii @dilfkentolover @arlertwitch @la-undercover-latina @nigthmar3moon @darkstarlight82 @daddydynamight @bakubunny @ringsofsaturnnnn @softlilpeachxx @i-literally-cant-with-this @arlertdarling @tomuraslut @hannas16

"you. me. beer pong. whaddya say?" armin glances over at you as he takes a drink from his solo cup.

"i'm down." you bounce happily, walking with him to the game table.

"uh—can i ask you something?" he smacks his lips.

"sure, anything." you nod.

"...were you being serious when we were playing truth or dare?" he asks curiously.

"that's kind of the point of the game." you take a drink from the cup in your hand.

"so no one's ever made you squirt before?" he asks softly, bouncing the small white ball on the table.

"never. i must not be able to." you shrug. a shit-eating grin spreads across his face.

"if i win... i get to make you squirt."

"alright, but you're not gonna make me squirt, armin."

he hums. "you sure about that, pretty girl?" he winks and bounces the ping-pong ball straight into one of your cups. "bottoms up, sweetheart." he winks. you flip him off playfully and drink from the cup.

...

"seven to three. final score, angel." he coos, stroking your hair softly. he leans down and whispers into your ear.

"i can't wait to make you cum. you'll come crawling back to me, princess. wait and see." he takes your hand and leads you through the sorority house to his bedroom. he locks the door behind him and grabs your waist. "what do you say? still think i can't do it, angel?" he whispers, kissing your neck up and down.

"s not that i think you can't— i don't think i can." you giggle, gasping softly as he feels you up, squeezing your boobs and roaming his hands across your body. "so perfect. can't believe no one's treated this body of yours right." he scoffs, throwing his clothes and yours to the floor piece by piece.

"lay back and relax for me, yeah?" he insists, making himself comfortable between your legs. he starts kissing your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your honeypot of sweet, sticky, slick. he licks a stripe up your slit teasingly then blows a puff of air just to watch you squirm. "armin–!" you whine. "yes, princess?" he taunts, circling your throbbing clit with his middle finger. he doesn't give you time to react before diving tongue-first into your pussy—indulging in the intoxicatingly sweet nectar of your sex.

"mmmm fuck, you taste so good." he says between hungry laps at your cunt. he brings his hand up to your mouth and swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, asking for you to part your lips without having to speak. once his fingers are prepped he slides one in at a time; pumping in and out slowly and methodically against the spongy g-spot deep within your walls all the while toying at your swollen and throbbing clit with his tongue.

you're a blubbering mess, babbling about how much better this is than any toy you own, and so, so much better than your fingers. it doesn't take long for you to realize just how close you are to cumming. "armin–! 'm getting close. so close. gonna cum soon–!" you cry, arching your back. he looks up at you. "you ready, princess? want you to soak my bedsheets." he returns to your clit and presses down on your lower belly, sending you quickly to your orgasm.

"gah—fuck!" you shut your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks from all the stimulation. streams of your cum gushing out onto his sheets and his face. "fuck yeah baby just like that, such a good fucking girl." he groans, watching the cum spill out of you and rubbing your clit furiously. "that's it baby, you okay? does that feel good princess?" he talks you through your very intense orgasm. "y-yeah," you hiccup. "so good."

"think you can do it again, angel?" he smiles, moving a piece of your sweat-dampened hair off your face.

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