#finally able to play opposing force

[bubbytheliverstealingskeleton]

Biofuana laboratory’s and biodome my most beloved

[rolandkaros]

"i had no doubt she'd make it to the final. it only depended on me if i was going to make it. i really wanted to have this battle and decide everything on court. i was sad that she lost." so anyways. i'm going to launch myself into the ocean.

[monsterfuckerpillowprincess]

Tags: NSFW, alien x reader, alien boyfriends, fem reader, established relationship, double penetration, ovulation, laying eggs, mentions of labor and delivery

Word count: 877

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Imagine having two alien boyfriends who can’t resist you. They love ravishing your holes every chance they get. Thankfully, you have two of them so they don’t have to fight over one, although you wouldn’t be entirely opposed to that.

They always open you up so carefully so they don’t hurt you, their long, nimble fingers exploring your insides as easily and with as much curiosity as they explore the farthest reaches of the galaxy.

One of them sits down on the comfy couch in your quarters, his aching cock emerging from his genital slit with an obscenely wet sound, glistening with mucus. It makes it so easy for you to slide down onto him. You approach him, your hole having been thoroughly stretched out on the bed, turn with your back to him, and sit on his cock, gasping at how far this position forces him inside you. How far your tight little hole stretches around him.

You sit there for a moment while your body adjusts, luxuriating in feeling him so deep inside your guts. He runs his soft yet textured hands all over your back and hips. Worshiping you.

Your other alien boyfriend watches from the foot of the bed, playing with his own genital slit to coax his cock out. It doesn’t take much, as desperate as he is for you. He crosses the room in two long, smooth strides and pushes your legs apart, kneeling on the floor between them. No matter how many times they’ve seen you naked, they always marvel over your anatomy. Your delicate, pink folds; your sensitive clit, your two holes that they think are absolutely beautiful, the way you get so wet for them at the slightest touch.

He doesn’t push inside you right way, but instead circles your clit with his fingers, the texture of them sending shivers through your body. It makes you clench around the cock in your ass. The one whose lap you’re sitting in nuzzles into the side of your neck and holds your legs apart while the other one continues exploring you.

He slips two fingers inside you, tracing the outline of the other’s cock through your wall. That right there almost makes you come. You love the way they coo over you, their sweet little human, always making sure you feel good, making sure each of your holes receives the amount of attention it deserves.

You’re right on the cusp of begging for it when the one kneeling between your legs finally pushes inside you. A cry rips its way out of you as you’re filled to the brim with dripping wet alien cock. They immediately start fucking you, one of them pulling back while the other surges forward in perfectly coordinated movements. You’re so glad the walls of the ship are soundproof, otherwise every single one of your crewmates would be able to hear you screaming, crying, begging them to fuck you harder.

It doesn’t take long before you’re trembling between them, completely at their mercy, but knowing that you’re completely safe with them. They would never dream of harming their precious human.

You come long and hard, arching your back and clenching so hard around their cocks, you think you might pass out. Maybe you did pass out there for just a moment because the next thing you know, the one in front of you is stroking your face while the other one draws soothing circles on the backs of your thighs with his fingertips. You become dimly aware of something latching on inside you, your cervix being dilated, and a moment later, he begins depositing eggs inside your womb. He is ovulating, so he gets to fuck your pussy. Those are the rules.

You sigh and relax and let them take care of you. They let you know what a good job you’re doing receiving his eggs, what a good vessel you will be for them. You preen under the attention. You’ve done this enough times that it doesn’t even hurt anymore as egg after egg pops inside you. By the time he is finished, your belly curves outward slightly. He’s laid a big clutch inside you this time. He kisses you on the forehead as he seals up your cervix so none of his eggs escape.

Laying eggs always takes a lot out of him, so he stretches out on the bed while the other one eases his cock out of your ass and carries you to the bathroom, where he draws you a nice, hot bath. He gently cleans between your legs with a washcloth; their mucus can really make a mess sometimes, but you stopped caring a long time ago.

You run your hand over your slightly protruding belly while he tends to you, thinking about the labor and delivery you will go through in a few months. The eggs have to be delivered under water; their shells will crack if they are exposed to air too suddenly. The medical wing has several tubs for this specific purpose, but if no complications arise, you plan on delivering them right here in your own quarters, where you’re the most comfortable, and your two alien boyfriends will be there for you every step of the way.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

watermelon

words: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dubcon/noncon, safewords (use of, forgetting and ignoring), p in v sex, fingering, unprotected sex, thigh slapping, tit play, double penetration (p and fingers), degradation (dumb, stupid, slut, etc), bulging (stomach), gaping (hole), multiple orgasms, dacryphilia

your mouth tries to form words between the gasps and whines that are uncontrollably leaving your body, rafes thick cock pumping inside of you forcing the dirty sounds out, matching the squishy wet sounds from your cunt, having already created a wet spot on the bed from when rafe fingered you to orgasm twice before even getting his dick out.

“what is it baby?” rafe coos, his jaw slightly unhinged, panting as he squeezes your hip with one hand, the other gripping the soft flesh of your thigh, forcing you to keep your legs open as you try to squeeze them together, to stop the brutal assault on your pussy.

“s-strawberry.” you finally manage to call out. rafe pauses briefly, only pausing for a split second when his cock is completely lodged inside of you, a slight bulge forming on your stomach from how deep inside you he’s managed to get.

“oh, kiddo.” rafes lips turn up into a smile, hips immediately beginning to pump in and out. “that’s not your safe word silly baby.” you scrunch your brows together as rafe continues to mock you. “did you forget my dumb little girl?”

“apple.” you try, tears falling down your cheeks as you try to squirm away, but rafes grip is too strong.

“aww, you really don’t remember.” rafe laughs, moving his hand from your hip to your cunt, thumb rubbing over your clit even when you cry out, far too sensitive for him to continue, a stinging sensation making the tears flow faster.

“banana.” you attempt. you can’t remember the exact word, far too gone for you to think of it.

“keep trying.” rafe says, finger pushing against your hole, already stretched so tight with his cock it almost burns, only able to take it from how long he’s spent fingering you open. “not gonna stop until you remember dumb bunny.”

“p-please!” you scream out, back arching off the bed but not in pleasure as rafe pushes a finger through your tight ring of muscles, sliding it in alongside his cock, forcing your cunt to spread even more.

“you haven’t said your safe word yet.” rafe tsks, eyes watching your face contort in pain in fascination. if there was any doubt in his mind that this was just an act, that you didn’t really forget, it’s certainly confirmed by the sobs racking your body, but all rafe can focus on is the way your chest bounces as you cry.

rafe slaps your thigh with the hand gripping your leg. “keep your legs open for me, stupid slut. if you try anything i’ll shove my whole fist in your little cunnie.” rafe warns, moving his hand as you keep your legs spread apart, too tired anyways to even try and move them.

rafe grabs your tit in his hand, his large palm engulfing your breast as he squeezes. “such a nice little body you’ve got, baby.” rafe coos, his voice still managing to read as soft despite his actions as another finger makes its way into your cunt, making you squirm slightly but keep your thighs spread.

“mango.” you try. “peach.” you know it’s some sort of fruit, you just can’t decipher through the pleasure and pain the right one. “mmm, you’re on the right track, silly.” rafe says with a shake of his head, hoping you won’t say it, that you won’t remember, that he can continue to have you crying underneath him.

rafe scissors the fingers pushed into your cunt, feeling them as his cock trusts, adding a second texture as opposed to the gummy walls of your pussy. 

“too much!” your hands are gripping at the sheets, fisted around the soft fabric as you pull at it, trying to gain some sort of control over your body, but it’s impossible when rafe is inside of you. “orange. pear.” “you’re getting further.” rafe just laughs as your head thrashes from side to side. “come on, you had to remember one word. one word and you can’t even do that. you don’t even deserve a safe word dumb bunny.” 

you let out a whine of pleasure when rafe twists his hand and puts the pad on his thumb over your clit, not rubbing but applying pleasure as he forces a moan out of you just from the press against your bud.

“i forgot! just stop, please.” you beg. “grapefruit!”

“you hate grapefruit, of course thats not your safeword.” rafe says with a shake of his head. “can’t even remember what you like and hate anymore.” 

“raspberries.” you swear you like raspberries, but rafe is right, food is so far out of your mind right now that you truly don’t remember, not when your focus is on how you swear rafe is bruising your cervix.

“you do like raspberries, good job baby. you also like daddys big dick inside of you. even when it hurts, yeah?” rafe begins to rub his thumb now, making your back arch off the bed. “see, such a good little girl for me.” “i-i’m close.” you warn. you’re sure another orgasm will wreck you completely, maybe even force you into a blackout. 

“have any more guesses? or you don’t want me to stop anymore?” rafe questions, rubbing harder as you feel his cock swell inside of you, signaling he’s getting close as well, pushed along by the way you’re reacting to his hard thrusts as his hand still covers your tit, gripping at the flesh like he’s using it for leverage as he pumps into you.

“keep going.” you pant, body shaking as your fifth orgasm of the night is about to be forced out of you. “keep going, please.”

“aww, who am i to say no to my little baby? not when she’s so dumb on my cock and hasn’t said her safe word.” rafe moves faster, his cock jamming into you at a blistering pace all while his thumb quickly flicks over your clit, his two fingers still spread out inside of your hole.

your vision turns black as you’re suddenly pushed over the edge, entire body spasming, triggering rafes own orgasm as he moans, encouraged by the tears dripping down your cheeks even as your high hits you, hips circling like you’re trying to take more of rafes cock inside of you while at the same time trying to pull away.

“shh, don’t fight it baby, relax.” rafe pets his thumb gently over your clit as your cunt pulsates around his dick and fingers, squeezing all the cum out deep inside of you. rafe isn’t sure if he’s just seeing things or if your stomach bulges a little more from his cum.

“w-watermelon.” you finally manage. your last guess. 

rafe smiles at you, a soft, sweet smile as if his cock isn’t still lodged deep in your pussy. “good job baby!” he says, patting your cheek as he finally lets go of your chest, an angry red handprint leaving evidence of his grip as he slowly slides his cock out now that you finally got the correct word, your gaping hole leaking cum in globs. “i’m so proud of you for remembering!”

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[yaksha-lover]

TWST x ASOIAF/Medieval AU

Introduction (Part 1)

this au will center around seven different kingdoms, with one representing each dorm. the stories for each kingdom all happen in the same universe, and thus the reader is a different ‘character’ in each part

cw: arranged marriages, political hostages, slightly yandere in malleus’ part, gn!reader

Kingdom #1 - Queendom of Roses

Riddle Rosehearts is the crown prince of this kingdom, with his mother being the current ruling monarch.

You are from another prominent noble family. There have been discussions of a potential arranged marriage to unite the two families, and so you are sent to live in Riddle’s castle to see if this deal can be made.

Riddle is initially internally opposed to the idea of being in an arranged marriage, but as he gets to know you, he begins to realize that the world he’s grown up in - full of rules and empty of care - is far from what he could have with you.

Unfortunately, Riddle’s mother quickly becomes opposed to your union, seeing it as you attempting to change Riddle and pulling him away from her and their ‘perfectly good’ way of life.

It will be a challenge for the two of you, forced to try and convince his mother to still let you marry, while helping Riddle break free from the restrictive life he’s been forced to live.

Kingdom #2 - Sunset Savanna

Leona Kingscholar, the second prince of the kingdom of Sunset Savanna, has studied and worked his entire life to be the best version of himself. A great leader, a strong swordsman, someone politically astute and aware of more than what goes on in his own castle.

Still, no matter what Leona does, he has practically no way to use his skills to better the Sunset Savanna. His brother, the king, has offered him positions on the high council, but his advice is hardly taken seriously.

Practically resigning himself to live a meaningless life, Leona is suddenly faced with a choice when you come to the Sunset Savanna to offer your hand in marriage.

The future heir to the royal kingdom of the Shaftlands, you’re looking to form a strong alliance between your family and Leona’s.

Leona has, so far, resisted any of his brother’s attempts to set up marriages for him, and so Falena thinks it will be the same. He finds himself suprised when Leona accepts your offer.

By marrying into your kingdom, Leona will become the prince consort, and you’ve promised him actual power and influence. The two of you will govern your kingdom together, and Leona will finally be able to do something with his talents.

The fact that you and Leona were once childhood friends certainly helped in his decision to agree as well. Now that you’ve both grown up, Leona is eager to rekindle your relationship. However, he’s up for a challenge when he realizes you aren’t exactly the agreeable child you once were.

Kingdom #3 - Coral Sea

Azul is a famous travelling merchant, known for his ability to grant practically any wish - at a cost, of course.

When you make a deal with him to save your younger sibling, and find yourself unable to hold up your end of the contract, the fine print comes into play: you’ll have to serve as his assistant and travel with him across the seven kingdoms.

Unfortunately, the mask of Azul’s benevolence seems to decay before your eyes, as he forces you to uptake all sorts of demeaning tasks.

However, you find the mask of his charm slipping off just as fast. The real Azul is hardly as confident as he presents, and you think this may finally be your opportunity to take advantage of a flaw and escape this situation - then you start to feel bad.

For the rather strategic and unfeeling side you’ve seen of Azul, returning to his home kingdom of the Coral Sea, you begin to realize by the way he’s treated that his demeanour may be more reactionary than you first believed.

For better or for worse, the two of you are forced to become a team when an unruly customer begins to hunt the both of you down. The two of you escape the kingdom together, but it won’t be long before you’ll have to go on the run again.

‘Partner in crime’ wasn’t exactly on the job (contract) description, but Azul is lucky that you’ve grown fond of him.

Kingdom #4 - Scalding Sands

Kalim is the prince of the Scalding Sands, with Jamil as his retainer.

You are sent by your family to marry Kalim, but it’s Jamil that seems to capture your interest more.

You wed Kalim, but the feelings between you and Jamil boil over until you begin a secret relationship.

Both of you are hesitant - if anyone were to find out, Jamil and his family would suffer endlessly, and you would lose your status, being disowned by your family.

Things only become more confusing after you begin to see Kalim in a different light, thinking that perhaps you sized him up too quickly.

However, Kalim may be less oblivious than you and Jamil both realize, and he may be more okay with the two of you than you think.

While things may still be dangerous if anyone were to find out, things are certainly much easier with the three of you to cover up any rumours.

The relationship between Jamil and Kalim even improves as a result - you come to get Jamil to have a more kindly outlook of Kalim, while being able to make Kalim more aware of Jamil’s needs so he doesn’t continue to be overlooked.

The three of you still have lots of work to do, but as the future of this kingdom, you hope Kalim will do well with both yourself and Jamil behind him.

Kingdom #5 - Shaftlands

Vil Schoenheit is the son of a prominent noble family in the shaftlands.

Known as the ‘Knight of Oleander,’ Vil is famous for both his swordsmanship and his great beauty.

Due to his family’s involvement in a current political skirmish, Vil is taken as a very valuable political hostage.

You are a knight who works for the side that has taken Vil hostage.

You are eventually told to take him and travel back to his family, in order to try and come to a resolution of this conflict.

Vil is eager to escape and get back himself, so that his family will not have to give in to the demands necessary to get him back.

The two of you seem to fight and bicker every second of the trip back, but when it becomes dangerous for the both of you, you’ll both end up seeing a different side of each other.

While Vil has tried to take advantage of your insecurity and the fact that you are often made fun of by the others for your looks to escape, he begins to see a different, attractive side when he sees how truly good you are, so different from the other knights he has met.

Conversely, you’ve only ever thought of Vil as a shallow noble, unable to understand what it’s like to be imperfect in any way. When his beauty is taken away and he feels like he’s left with nothing else, you teach him that he’s so much more than his looks.

If you’re a asoiaf fan, Vil will have a similar story/character arc to Jaime, with dynamic with the reader being that of Jaime/Brienne.

Kingdom #6 - Island of Woe

Idia’s family are nobles who have been outcasted from the main kingdoms because of their perceived threat and treachery.

Idia is sent as a political hostage to stay as the ward of the reigning noble family of the Island of Woe, in order to prove his family’s loyalty and rejoin the rest of the kingdoms.

You are the child of the reigning family, and the one who helps him adapt to his new circumstances as best as possible.

You know he’s hardly responsible for his family’s problems, and you want to lessen Idia’s suffering as much as possible.

When others in your kingdom begin to harass Idia for being a ‘traitor,’ you impulsively decide to announce your marriage to him, making him royalty and therefore practically untouchable to others (unless they are willing to face severe punishment from the royal family).

Idia, while somewhat thankful for your help, is less than thrilled with this development. He’s going to be a royal? Don’t you know what kind of responsibility this means for him? Why would you force him into the spotlight like this?

Even more than that, Idia knows, no matter how sympathetic, you still believe the narrative set by your family that the Shroud family did betray the kingdom, when that’s far from the truth.

When he confronts you with this, you become frustrated with him, stuck in between the truth and the lie your otherwise kind family has always told you.

Neither of you are able to give up loyalty to your families, and this makes for a very difficult marriage indeed.

Kingdom #7 - Briar Valley

Malleus, the future ruler of the most powerful of all the kingdoms, has nobles travelling to Briar Valley from all over the world to ask for his hand in marriage.

To the annoyance of his grandmother, he turns down every proposal. Partially because he knows they only wish for his throne, that they do not know him nor do they really care to…and partially because of you.

You are part of his Kingsguard, alongside Silver and Sebek, trained in both swordsmanship and magic to keep him safe at all costs.

Unlike your fellow knights, you actually approach and converse with him. Perhaps foolishly, if he’s being honest. You would hardly have known his temper beforehand; many think him to be cold and quite scary.

You already spent time around him when it was your rotation to guard his current whereabouts instead of the castle perimeter, but you begin to do so even more when he requests that you stay on this rotation.

Flattered and thankful, you remain oblivious to the true reason Malleus desires you close to him at all times. It would be unthinkable for anyone of your station to believe that Malleus would have any kind of romantic interest in you.

Thus, you continue to remain unconvinced of the prince’s casual touches, of the way he favours you above all his other guards.

When you begin to reciprocate his feelings but believe them to surely be unrequited, you request to be dismissed from his service, it being unprofessional and too difficult to continue with your love for him.

Malleus, also unaware of your feelings, takes this as you trying to escape him. He knows you’re confused but in time you’ll see; he’ll take care of you, just like he’s always wanted.

You just need to stay in the dungeon until you’ve gotten over this little tantrum of yours. He keeps your cell decorated with luxuries and comfort that you’d never experienced in your time as one of his guards, not wanting you to suffer unnecessarily.

When you wisen up and decide to be his, all will be well again - but you won’t be returning to your previous position.

[tizeline]

Bro that angst potential ur separated au is keeping me up at night. You've said since Mikey would be a powerhouse due to training at such an early age, would it be safe to assume that Leo & raph are too? They've been mastering their ninpo 4 years? And if yes then dam they must be tanks. Must be a force to be reckoned with the bros and drax being all chaotic. Did they start to train so early bcuz drax only saw them as soldiers n stuff? Drax sure must've softened over the years huh guess he couldn't handle the cute lil menaces lol. Is Donnie aware of his own ninpo yet? I'm imagining him going up against the others with all his cool tech and then they whip out this anime magic ass superpower out of nowhere. Like meeting others like u after years of thinking u were the only one must be at least baffling right, now it turns out magic is real too. And he's gonna have it too(Not to mention the bro bomb waiting to drop on his head). Would his insecurities rise after witnessing all that?

Sorry I just absolutely LOVE ur au friend, i have a ton of questions but ill hold it 4 ltr. I'm really excited to see where you take it :)) -🌾

Oh man, Anon, glad to see you so excited haha!

Just a heads up, I'm still figuring out the story of the AU, so I don't know all the specifics yet, but here are some of my thoughts. And also, this became a bit of a ramble, that's what you get when you send long asks lol /lh

The way I'm thinking how Draxum is gonna be like in this AU is that he didn't view himself as the turtles' father initially, not really because he only viewed them as mere tools for him to use, he always saw them as people with induviduality. But rather, he hadn't really connected the dots that creating children + raising said children = parenthood, which led to Draxum like a year after mutating the turtles having the sudden realization one day of "OH SHIT AM I A DAD!?" and having a mini crisis because of that.

Anyway, while I don't think Draxum is the perfect dad in this AU by any means, he does genuinely care about his kids. (If Mikey managed to win Draxum over in canon after having spent a whole season fighting each other, there's no way he'd care about Mikey any less in a scenario where they've been on the same side since day one like they have in this AU.) He started training the turles from an early age and they are expected to help him with his Definitely Not Evil World Domination Plan, but they are still allowed free time and hobbies and such. And aside from some "ugh I don't wanna train right now I wanna play vidya gaemes" occasionally, the turtles never really opposed the idea of them becoming Draxums super soldiers. Kids are really easily influenced and if your parent keeps telling you that you are the heroes who are gonna save the world from evil, chances are you're gonna latch on to that narrative without question. But after meeting Donnie and April, who knows, it might be what finally starts making the other turtles question if their cause really is as just as they think :) That being said, I still have to figure out how Draxum would react exactly to his sons starting to oppose his world view.

Then their abilities! I also have to do more reasearch into exactly how the magic system works in RoTMNT cuz uhhh it's a bit unclear sometimes. Anyway, ninpo is specifically the magic used by the Hamato clan, and considering Raph, Leo and Mikey weren't raised as Hamato I don't think they would have access to that specific type of magic (though I still think they'd be be able to possibly unlock it later down the line) They would still have access to yokai magic, and of course the mystic weapons that they stole in the show would just have been given to them in AU by Draxum. And oh yeah, the brothers are powerful. To be fair, Donnie was able to keep up with Draxum pretty well in the pilot episode, so he wouldn't be COMPLETELY outmatched by his brothers. His tech is powerful enough that he'd be able to put up a decent fight even if he lacks mystic powers himself but..... three against one? Yeah, Donnie isn't winning any time soon. The biggest advantage he'd have would honestly be that his brothers wouldn't really WANT to fight him cuz they'd be all like "Long Lost Brother���??? 😭😭😭 Please come home Long Lost Brother™ we love you!!! 😭😭😭"

And I think Splinter would have kept both of their origins secret initially like he did in the show, so Donnie would't have any ninpo either, but I also think Donnie would still learn about the whole Lou Jitsu and Genetically Modified Super Soldier thing earlier than in canon. And god, yeah, learning about all of that would definietly be A Lot, which is why I still need time to figure out Donnie's exact reaction sorry Anon you're gonna have to be patient XD

[mentalbreakdowngobrrrrr]

Twst boys w a s/o w chronic fatigue

Chronic Fatigue is a condition where the holder is always tired no matter how much sleep they get; it often times has side affects like insomnia/low energy

Characters: Idia Shroud, Ruggie Buchhi, Leona Kingscholar, Floyd Leech, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Cater Diamond, Riddle Rosehearts

Idia Shroud

We all know this man has a crippling fear of human interaction, so the fact that he was somehow able to rizz up the prefect of Ramshackle is a miracle

Imagine his suprise when they opened up to him about their symptom.

Immediately throws himself into research trying to find any way to help.

S.T.Y.X has resources and he WILL use them to their full extent.

Sadly, there is no known cure

Instead he will make sure you know you can use his room to crash if you want some peace.

He is perfectly content to offer up his bed for you, so that you can rest in peace away from the chaos that is Ramshackle.

He will ensure that he is staying quiet when he games to make sure you're not disturbed.

Having a s/o with low energy is honestly a win in his book. Since you're almost always low energy, and he is an introvert with no social skills, both of you are happy to simply have dates where you just watch movies or play games.

He himself has terrible sleep habits, but he is not opposed to lying in bed with you on his phone if it means you will fall asleep faster.

You probably use his bed more than him tbh.

Overall a total softie and he is perfectly content with just chilling while you nap

Ruggie Buchhi

Ruggie himself is someone that rarely slows down

He's always working on a different side hustle or helping Leona

He's used to Leona, so adapting is pretty easy, except you have an actual condition, not just laziness.

Anytime you come to him tired he will offer you his bed.

Sadly, he rarely has time to just linger while you sleep.

When he does finally have the time to settle down he is the softest person known to man.

He will gladly pull you to his chest and just relax with you.

One of the few times he will refuse Leona is when he's with you.

Having an s/o who is low energy often times helps him slow down and relax a little.

Overall, he is intensely protective of making sure you get a good sleep, well the best your body will allow.

Leona Kingscholar

He is honestly hyped

Not about the fact that you never feel fully rested

but the fact that he has a s/o who will nap with him.

He himself is often times asleep at odd times

So he will gladly pull you from class (against your will most times) just to nap.

He will use you as a pillow most times; but he also will not mind if you use him as a pillow

He has a hard time understanding why you're frustrated with your condition, as he himself loves to lounge around and nap

However he will do what he can to help you.

Forcing Ruggie to get you coffee, bribing Crowley to let you out of class, he has no issue throwing money at people if it means you can be happier.

Overall; He is down to just nap most times he's with you, but if you want to try and do something he will follow along.

Floyd Leech

He has a hard time coming to terms with it

Afterall, he himself is very high energy, so having an s/o who is very low energy can get a bit frustrating at times.

He is childish, and will often times get pouty when all you have the energy to do is sleep.

However, he loves you anyways.

When you are awake and have enough energy, he is happily dragging you around to engage in various shenanigans.

Whenever he works, he likes having you nap in the break room, so he can come in and admire you during his breaks.

Azul has no qualms with this, as it keeps Floyd motivated, and loosing a bit of space to keep Floyd content is something he doesn't mind.

When Floyd gets pouty, he will come to you seeking cuddles.

His cuddles are intense. I'm talking legs and arms fully wrapped around you, keeping you captive.

In the short moments he is calm, he enjoys cuddling while you doze off in his arms.

Overall; not the best at handling it, but he means well.

Malleus Draconia

A human feeling comfortable enough to sleep around him?

How bold

Considering he met you late a night outside your dorm, he was aware of your bad sleeping habits.

He didn't understand until you explained it to him.

You didn't choose to be up late at night; nor did you choose to take naps during the day.

Upon finding out it was a medical condition, he will try and find a cure using magic.

Of course, he finds nothing.

However, Silver is one of his retainers, so he is familiar with people falling asleep around him.

Anytime you so much a mention being tired, he has scooped you up in his arms and is teleporting to his room where he lays you in his bed and tucks you in, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead

He is so happy to have someone who isn't afraid of him and he will drop whatever he is doing most times if you ask for cuddles.

Overall; Incredibly sweet and attentive,

Lilia Vanrouge

He has raised Silver his whole life

Safe to say, he is good at handling this.

Will always make sure you have a safe place to nap.

Has a weird sixth sense that lets him know when you are starting to get tired.

Will also drop what he is doing to ensure you get to a bed or couch

Will threaten people to leave you alone and let you rest.

When he isn't busy taking care of Diasomnia, he will gladly cuddle up to you and run his fingers through your hair.

Overall; Handles it very well and is very caring and attentive

Cater Diamond

Another person that rarely slows down

He is very high energy most days

However, he will gladly let you nap in his bed while he scrolls magicam.

Thinks your sleeping face is adorable

Takes lots of photos

Don't worry, he won't post them unless you say it's okay.

Enjoys relaxing with you after a long day

He is BIG on cuddles.

Claims he will help you wake up more rested

It doesn't but it's the thought that counts.

Overall; struggles a bit but learns to adapt over time

Riddle Rosehearts

At first he is pissed.

After all, napping violates one of the rules.

When you explain to him that it's a medical condition, he eases up

Still is a bit annoyed; but knowing that you're not purposely trying to break the rules calms him down

He will do his best to encourage you to push through and stay awake during the day; but if you can't he will let you rest

After all, you look so cute snuggled in his bed asleep.

He will use the time you're asleep to study while watching over you making sure no one disturbs you.

Has collared Ace and Deuce for waking you up before.

Considers adding a new rule saying that waking you up is against the rules.

Overall; You're one of the few people he will let the rules slip for. Still expects you to follow them when you can though.

[yeeterthek33per]

That's how it's done (Sam Kerr x Reader)

A/n requested

The moment she strikes it, you know it's going in. The curl, the technique, the fact it was struck with such confidence despite being 30 metres out.

It curls perfectly, firing far past Cata Coll's outstretched glove, the net rippling with the full force of Sam's power shot.

1-0 to Australia. And just twenty minutes left of regulation time.

They'd been waiting months to see this, and you had to agree. Of course, it was never an expectation, only a hope and complete and utter faith in Sam and her teammates to take the world cup by storm.

Your screams and cheers are drowned out by the crowd around, the seventy-five thousand or so other people cheering just as loud for the star forward of the Matildas.

You were heartbroken for her when you found out about her calf. She'd called you the night before, tearfully whispering into the phone.

"I'm not gonna get to play for the first two games."

"What, why? What happened?"

"My calf, I got careless, and I tweaked it."

Your heart broke at not being able to be with her, to not be able to comfort her in person.

She held it together well for the others, but you knew it was killing her not being out there on the pitch.

So when she made her comeback, you were elated and more than happy to watch your girl run around on the pitch, free as ever and doing the work she loves the most.

The moment the goal is in, she's off in a run, slamming fist to her chest over the crest. Her teammates follow and when she spots you in the crowd, she takes off quickly towards you.

Her arms wrap around you, and without even questioning it, her lips meet yours hard.

Sam's grinning wide, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she pulls away from you.

"That's how it's fucking done, baby!" You yell out to her as she backs up.

The crowd around you are losing their minds. You hadn't been out to the world yet. It was something you'd both discussed but ultimately left it to finish with the World Cup first, not wanting to deal with the media behind it and any pressure it may add to your relationship.

You watch as she quickly returns to the lineup, but not without one last glance in your direction, a cheeky wink and salute, and one final wave to the crowd.

Of course, it got a little painful to watch her get her legs taken out from under every other minute. You winced every time she hit the turf, and as the ninety-minute mark crept, she had a harder and harder time getting up.

It's in the dying minutes of stoppage time that Spain gets their last and only chance to score. One corner is all it could take. You wait, tensing in your spot on the edge of your seat. The ball is sent in, and as expected, Mackenzie catches it, quickly running and sending a high and far lobbed ball to just end the game with.

What you don't expect is how far. It goes more astray than the Spanish were expecting, and Cata Coll, having moved into the opposing penalty box in hopes of scoring, is too far from her line to defend.

It flys far over the heads of the Spanish. And ricochets into the spanish net?

The looks of disbelief in the Australians' eyes are hysterical, and the celebrations are enormous as they all jump on their equally disbelieving keeper.

Mackenzie Arnold, first keeper to score in a World Cup final.

First ever goal from near the baseline of the opposing team. Your family around you are losing their minds, the crowd can hardly believe it themselves.

The whistle blows, not seconds after the game is reset. The Australians drop to their knees, some jumping up and down, sprinting to the group of their teammates now flooding the field.

They did it. They actually fucking did it. They won it all. At home. They won the fucking World Cup in Australia.

Your shoulders are shaken by several hands as you jump up and down beside Sam's siblings and her nephews.

You watch as Sam just collapses to her knees on the pitch, arms up, hands behind her head in what you assume to be utter relief and elation.

With the weight of the whole country behind them, you don't blame her.

You've seen how hard she works, you know how far she aims, you've been there on the tearful nights, the screaming and crying and release of bottled up emotion and tension from the pressure of the world on her shoulders.

So when she lets go of it all, tears stream down her face as the others scream and yell and cheer and bounce around in excitement, you expect it.

You're thankful she finally can let go of it all.

The stress, the tears, the expectation. It's all done.

The roar of the crowd around is insane. The sound drowning out any remnants of the outside world.

You watch as Sam gets dogpiled on, her teammates landing on her, screaming into her ears after the winning shot she scored. Cheering and yelling for their captain. Mackenzie is eventually yanked into her own pile.

The moment of pride you feel, one you've always felt in the past with Sam, is one of astronomical amounts now. Having the Kerr name splayed across your back, one day, splayed across the line of your marriage certificate and every other important document. Attached to your social media, attached to your name coming from people's mouths.

The green and gold jersey you're wearing has never felt more at home on you than now.

You've never been more proud of your girl for the comeback, the return, the firing up, the moment she achieved what she's been aiming for since she first kicked a soccer ball.

For completing a lifelong dream. Winning a World Cup. You were just along for the ride. And you'd never been happier to do so.

The players finally pull off her, standing up and separating to go about their own celebrations, a few moving to comfort the Spanish players, to which your hearts does break for quire a few of them.

You'd worked as a physio in Barcelona for four years for the FC Barca femini. You knew many of the girls well and as happy as you were for your country and your girlfriend. You were upset for the girls of La Roja too.

Seeing one of your best friends, Alexia, in tears, crouched with her head hung towards the ground, stung quite a bit. You were proud of them for coming this far, for doing it in spite of the asshole on the side of the pitch.

As much as your heart was torn between the two, your girl will forever have your heart first.

You'd met after her stint in Camp Nou for the champions league, and a few times after that when they versed each other. You eventually started dating after a Barca v Chelsea game in England.

Two years passed, and you made the move to London, taking up a position in a physiotherapy office, which you coincidentally came to find was the one her national teammate worked in while she was in London. Caitlin Foord.

You became fast friends, and now watching your other best friend win her first ever medal at a World Cup was just as ecstatic and elating.

As the celebrations continue, you spot Sam jogging over to the family and friends section. You step aside to let her nephews see her, but she isn't going for them. She strides right up to you instead.

"Baby, I'm so fucking proud of-"

You're cut off with a small squeak.

Her hands grip the collar of the jersey around you and pull you nearly over the barrier and into her. With one final questioning look in her eyes and a nod from you, your lips meet, of course she asks this time.

You can't stop yourself from grinning into the kiss, and it seems neither can she.

With all of the emotions flying, it doesn't surprise you that she's chosen now to reveal you to the world as hers. She's always been fiercly protective of you, not to mention a little possessive despite her usually laid back, playful nature.

So, presenting your relationship to the world was something she'd been thinking about doing for a while, but it was never the right time and she didn't want to add on to the stress of the looming World Cup, but now here you were, and here she was. World Cup winner.

And right now, in this moment, with the love she's pouring into the kiss, which you return with equal fervour, you're content with whatever outcome may happen after this.

When you break for air, she lets you relax a little the uncomfortable feeling of a barrier between the two of you getting to be a little much on your hips, which are protesting at the concrete constricting against them by now.

Your arms wrap around her, pulling her close to you, burying your nose into her neck as tears start to fall again.

You hold her for just a minute, and you feel the tension leaving her, her muscles relax as she just breathes you in.

She whispers in your ear, her breath hot on your neck and her voice a little shaky but otherwise makes you shiver slightly.

"You know, I don't think I tell you enough how much I enjoy seeing my last name between your shoulder blades."

You go to reply, but you're broken apart by her very insistent but adorable nephews, nearly climbing the barrier to get their favourite aunt.

Her sister gives you both a slightly apologetic look, but you instantly wave her off, happy to let the boys give the girl some love, too.

She steps away from the barrier, lifting them both up in her arms and walking back onto the pitch with them.

"Damn, they might actually steal my girl from me."

You joke, her sister chuckling and her older brother, Daniel, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, don't worry, they steal Natasha from me when they visit too. They're too adorable for their own good."

"I'd be blissfully happy to let them have her honestly, she's so good with them."

Your heart races at the thought of your own kids in her arms someday.

Her sister Maddi nudges you softly.

"Watch those ovaries, they might burst."

You chuckle softly and give her a little nudge back.

"Yeah, they did that months ago. I love the way she is with them. Or just with kids in general, she's always so good to them."

"Thinking of some of your own some day?"

"I am. That's for certain. It's up to her, though. She's the one with an elusive career. I don't think we're ready right now, but maybe someday. If we do, I think I'd like them to see her get to hang up her cleats at the very least, witness their Mama's achievements."

Her sister just smiles down at you, a knowing look on her face.

"Think you'll marry her soon?"

You laugh a little at that.

"I hope so. She's got the ring buried in her gym bag. She's not as slick as she likes to think she is. But I'm happy to wait as long as it takes her to do it. Though, then again, I might propose myself in the meantime. I don't think my ovaries can take any more."

You gesture to Sam, throwing one of the boys in the air, making them laugh and squeal slightly before moving to kick a ball around with them.

"Honestly, if you don't, I think half the women in Australia would do it for you."

"Ha, make that half the women on planet earth. Have you seen some of the stuff they've tagged her in?"

"Yeeeah, I try not to. People thirsting over my sister is funny as hell but also gross. No thanks."

You throw your head back in a laugh.

"As expected."

Levi, Sam's other brother, pops his head in between you with a confused look on his.

"People do what over Sam?"

You give him a slightly incredulous look.

"Thirsting. Thirst over her? Really? You don't know?"

He shakes his head, a little weirded out.

"Your sister has been like, a few million gay womens' awakenings, did you not know that?"

"Uh, no, it's not exactly on the forefront of my mind."

You giggle and pat his cheek.

"You poor sweet innocent thing, don't ever change, whatever you do, don't look her up on tiktok. Or any social media for that matter. She made the mistake of doing it once. The look in her eye when I told her I used to be the one to browse that stuff too was freaking hilarious."

Maddi raises a brow at you.

"As far as I'm aware, you still do it, so you don't have a leg to stand on here."

You cackle at that.

"Hey, I'm not the one that makes them. I'm otherwise very happy to see slow-motion videos of my girlfriend's shirtless celebrations and backflips from the 2022 season."

Levi scrunches his nose.

"Gross."

You simply pat his shoulder and turn back to watch Sam and the award ceremony, watch as they all receive their medals, and as the confetti drops from the ceiling and out through the confetti cannons.

The screams of celebration and the shower of champagne afterwards are enormous. At that, you see the staff who are minding the two little toddlers take a few steps back with thema nd you chuckle softly.

She does eventually return the two boys to their mother, medal proudly splayed over her neck, and gives you one final kiss and hug, and you give her your congratulations before you all have to leave to head back to your hotels.

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The afterparty is enormous, and you'd forgone showering and changing in favour of getting to see Sam quicker.

The music is blasting through your eardrums, and you have to take a few shots to try and numb it down a bit and by the time the team arrives, it looks like they've already had a few drinks themselves.

Sam is one of the last through the door, walking in to cheers from the crowd of friends, family and other invited guests.

Your breath hitches when you spot her. The suit jacket and untucked button down paired with black slacks and her air force 1s make her usual 10, though now increased with the levels of tequila you just downed, turn into much higher attraction levels.

A few minutes of watching her as she makes her way around the room, accepting congratulations, hugs, and chances to have a drink with friends, she finds you.

You give her a small wink and cheer your cup mid-air at her as she makes eye contact with you, still enveloped in conversation with one of the managers from Football Australia. She, to your astonishment, knowing how bad some of the higher ups get, manages to excuse herself and slip past the incessant suits to move to you, leaning against the bar.

Her grip quickly finds your hips, wasting no time to have her hands on you once again.

"Hi, my champion."

"Hey, Gorgeous." The tone of her voice is definitely slightly slurred, and you know they hit it hard in the locker room so it's a little more obvious to you.

"How are you feeling?"

Her expression changes to giddy smile.

"Amazing, like I'm walking on air here."

You down the last of the vodka soda you have beside you.

"Good, because you're coming with me."

You drag her by the hand onto the half packed dance floor, slipping in between an already drunk Alanna and Macca and a hyped up Kyra and Charlie.

The music swirls around you as you quickly join the dancing people around you. Sam stands behind you, hands landing on your waist and moving with you. Her hips meet yours in a shameless grind, and your arm comes up to pull her head down into your neck, her lips tracing the muscle on their own accord.

Exhilaration of the win settles in your chests amongst the dancing bodies of the Matildas teammates, and the thumping vibrations of the beat rattle your ears.

Her breath is hot on your neck, murmuring words of encouragement as you rock back against her.

The rest of the night turns to a blur as you party with the team into the early hours of the morning.

It's just a few hours later when Sam's hand grabs your wrist, tugging you away from the rest of the girls. You'd moved to dance with Caitlin just ten minutes previously, sharing several bottles of champagne between the two of you, the alcohol only piling onto your own intoxication.

The girl was all too happy to drink the night away with her best friend.

You whine softly when Sam pulls you away from said best friend, Caitlin mildly protesting as well, but seeing the look in her captain's eyes, just raises her hands in defeat.

Though she does wiggle her brows suggestively at you when she sees the rest of Sam's expression, which is locked on you. You giggle and give her a joking salute as you're walked away from the dance floor.

You're dragged out of the party and around the corner to an alley, your back pressed into the brickwork.

The kiss following has your head spinning, and your girlfriends hands waist no time slipping under the front of your her jersey.

"Fuck, I can't get you in that jersey out of my head baby."

A mischievous smirk crosses your lips as she pulls back enough to mouth at your throat.

"Yeah? The thought of me with your last name on my back, huh? Like it when I'm labelled yours?"

A growl rumbles in the back of her throat.

"You have no idea."

You chuckle and tug her back up to your mouth again.

"Take me back the hotel and show me?"

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The beeping of an alarm the next morning makes your head throb, and you bury your face into the pillow below you with a groan.

The noise is quickly cut off, however, and a similar groan to your own joins the air of the hotel room.

Your eyes barely crack open, the spinning in your head setting in as you look around at the all too bright white walls mixed with the familiar bottle green of your girlfriend's national team uniform.

"Fucking christ babe, why the alarm at this hour?"

Sam barely responds from her spot buried beneath the covers beside you, her grumbling into her own pillow.

You shuffle across the mattress, moving to stand, but a hand on your wrist pulls you back. A soft whine from the forwards mouth makes you turn back to her.

"Stay, I don't have to be up til eight."

Knowing better, you check your phone on the bedside.

You curse suddenly, the night before a smatter of memories and ecstasies. As far as you could guess, you'd say it's only been about three hours since the two of would have hit the sack finally.

"Babe, it's 8:10. You definitely have to get up."

She's silent for a second, knowing you'd caught her bullshitting but doesn't move. You sigh softly and move closer to her.

"Alright, five more minutes, but we have to get up, we really don't want your teammates coming knocking again."

She hums and moves, so you're tucked into her chest, arm draped over your waist once again.

The warmth soothes your head a bit, and the nausea settles for now as you wrap yourself up in her.

You're happy to stay in the loving embrace for now. Lord knows she deserves the rest.

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Sorry guys, they're kinda getting worse, I am trying to keep them simple without rambling too long like I tend to do 😅

I'm taking my time with them though.

Hope y'all enjoyed.

[tired-biscuit]

horny am thoughts..... but thinking about kiba's strength i'm.........🤤 like why do i feel like it would be so rare to have lazy spooning morning sex with him without it turning into prone bone??? it takes 0.5 seconds before he can't resist the urge to just push you over and squish you under his weight and make you take it the way he wants to give it to you jdfhvjbdfvh 😳 and then to make matters worse!!! he's rolling off you smirking with a cheeky raise of his brows asking what's for breakfast because he's starved after loving you so well 😭

18+ MDNI / fem!reader

and even while he’s spooning you, you realise that he doesn’t seem to have any trouble at all when it comes to pulling you closer; especially if you’re kind of squirming and trying to get away because it’s early in the morning and you’re very quickly overstimulated… he just manhandles you however he wants without thinking about it because it’s so easy to him.

he wants you on your belly? no biggie, he’ll just push you over and press you into the mattress and hold you there with his weight, making sure you’re pinned down. in a mating press? say no more, all he has to do is fold you in half and use his big hands to make your knees nearly touch your ears.

and the touch would feel so pleasant, too; despite the obvious strength behind it. his palms are always warm and calloused because he’s a hard-working man that knows how to use them. his fingers sink into your thighs or hips or wherever, and hold a grip that’s tight just enough to make you acknowledge the power but not tight enough to hurt in a bad way.

i think that portrayal of physical power would be really interesting to see if you were just a normal civilian! like, he’s able to lift boulders and crack someone’s skull and turn it into dust just by pressing his hands together and adding a bit of force into it, but you’re still causing a fuss if he wants to carry all the grocery bags in a single trip because you just can’t comprehend the raw strength he possesses, you know?

shinobi are built different, you’ve always known this, but you so rarely see that difference in action when all you can do is stay off the battlefield in order to remain safe.

and even when you’re safe, you can’t see it! sure, kiba being kiba, he likes to boast a little and likes to show off from time to time, however he always tries his best to treat you as gently as he possibly can despite his opposing appearance and nature. he’s dumb, but he’s still smart enough to know that you wouldn’t be able to endure what his comrades can, so he tries not to expose you to those things too much. unbeknownst to you, even play fighting is executed carefully for that reason.

and then one night he comes back from a mission that lasted way longer than you both expected, and he loses his composure for the first time in forever; just a smidge of it when you get down to business. after a bit of kissing and grinding, he finally pushes his cock inside you, between your walls that are so wet and warm from how needy you’ve become, and you can hear the wooden headboard of your bed creaking in protest when he grabs ahold of it and squeezes just a little bit too tight because of the pleasure and the smell that pleasure brings. it outright cracks.

“fuck, sorry. you just feel so good… i missed ya,” he mumbles when he sees how your eyes widen, his voice nothing but a tired drawl. but the wood continues to splinter and the veins atop his hand aren’t even bulging from the pressure. it’s done so effortlessly that it’s almost terrifying for a normal human like yourself. you know he’d never hurt you, but what if he was holding your shoulder instead of the headboard in that moment? would it give in just as easily as the wood?

after that, you learn that he’s perfectly capable of carrying all those grocery bags in one go. hell, he can carry you up the stairs while he’s at it, too. it’s basically nothing to him.

[ladykailitha]

You pardon me, I'm getting a little foamy at the mouth about this and if I don't rant about it, I may explode.

Lucas and the Game.

Which game? Both of them. Basketball and D&D. Because honestly I am a little lot weary of Eddie getting the lion share of the blame for what happened that Friday. Like I legit saw someone suggest that the school move the basketball game. Like what now?

Did Eddie make some CHOICEStm? Yes, yes he did. Lucas did not go to the dark side for playing a sport.

HOWEVER!

Lucas made some choices of his own.

Now, my information is 20 years old and I'm doing this based on memory, so if I get things wrong, also know I am from a different state than Indiana.

The play offs and championship games are announced ahead of time. There is no way Lucas was told THAT day that Hawkins was playing in the championship game. He had three days on the inside and a week on the outside of knowing when the game was.

Also take into consideration that the likelihood of Lucas PLAYING in said championship game is astronomical. Like the starting lineup and all the second string players would have to injured or fouled out before he could play. Because he's a freshman. He would have to wait out all the sophomores, juniors, and seniors(grades 10-12 respectively) before the coach would put him in. As opposed to a game that not only would he be playing in, he would be considered a valued member.

But as a club, Hellfire probably had set days they could meet. (Also, also, who the teaching advisor for that club and where the hell were they at any point during that season?)

So for most of the school year, the Hellfire club met on Fridays. Lucas would have known that.

So he had a few days to tell Eddie that he wouldn't be able to make it to the finale of their campaign, and he didn't. Then he didn't have to courage to tell Eddie himself and made Dustin and Mike do it.

So here's Eddie, president of the club (though, I can only imagine he was because no else wanted it, as something tells me I don't think they would have a let a double super senior president of anything), being told he's going to be down a player or be forced to move it. Something the other members of the club didn't want to do.

So why does Lucas's choice matter, but Gareth, Jeff, and the Unnamed Freak's choices don't?

So Eddie has to make a decision. Move it, find a replacement, or cancel it all together.

But since it was Dustin and Mike who brought to his attention THEY can find a replacement.

Because here's the thing about D&D and especially about being a DM. You build the fight based around the characters' abilities, classes, and magical items. And there is a lovely thing called CR or challenge rating. It's based on a party of four but can be adjusted for how many players you have. So a CR 10 would be a monster or fight that would take FOUR level 10 characters to beat. So six players, he would probably throw a CR 12 or 13 because of the extra players.

And if they are down a player it can really fuck things up, because what do you scale back and how?

We don't know what level all the characters were or what their classes were. We know that Lucas HAD played a ranger in the past so lets go with that. And since we know EXACTLY what Erica's character was: a level 14 half-elf rogue, so Lucas was probably of a similar level. And let me tell you TWO complete different skill sets.

Which is probably why the group is decimated at the end. Rangers are long range (heh) and rogues are better up close and personal. If Erica hadn't rolled a natural 20 both her and Dustin would have been dead when Vecna took his turn.

Sorry, I got off track a bit with the D&D stuff. But the purpose of that was to show that Lucas bailing last minute would have fucked things up for Eddie.

So TL;DR is that Lucas chose a game that he would likely be on the bench for for all of the game over a game he was an active participant in, didn't tell Eddie for DAYS and made his friends do it last minute, and then demanded the campaign get moved at the cost of the other members of the club's wants, and all because he wanted to be popular.

So, no. Eddie should NOT apologize for not catering to the wants of one member of his club over the needs of everyone else in said club. Maybe a bit on the traitor thing, but not moving the finale because Lucas thought basketball was more important? Nah...

[onlyhereforthestories]

Mapi x reader where reader gets sent home from the World Cup through an injury and mapi looks after her ?

Ficlet no 1! Thank you for sending me this prompt and I hope you like it! I'm not too sure I like the ending so much but it was good to get back to writing.

Your journey in Australia wasn't meant to end when it did, you were meant to reach the final with the rest of your team but an unfortunate slip from an opposing player in the second half of your 3rd group game meant you were on a flight back home. The England camp had offered to get you help and treatment in Australia so you could stay with the squad but you had decided it was best to head back to your club team and start recovery there. That and you didn't want to do this alone and your love was back in Spain. 

Mapi greeted you at the airport with open arms and a slightly sorry smile. “Let's get you home mi amor.” You didn't say much to that, just nodded your head where you had rested it in the crook of her neck. Mapi took your backpack from you so you could just focus on crutching your way to the car, your suitcases having been taken by your team so you didn't have to worry about them. 

You didn't have to be at the medical facility until tomorrow, the team having seen the x-ray you had done back in Australia and deeming it okay for you to have the day to unwind. You also had the jet lag to get over being as when you pulled up to your shared apartment with Mapi, it was 10am local time but for your body clock it was about 6pm. You prayed that the on and off sleep you got on the plane would be enough for you to be able to stay awake until bedtime here. 

Mapi took your bag upstairs and came back down with your fave old t-shirt of hers and a pair of shorts, the spanish summer being in full force meant that you had to adjust to the climate change too. She helped you into the bathroom and into the walk-in shower where she held you as you cried about the missed tournament and washed your hair when you were ready to get out. 

Mapi had got the next few days off of training so she could be there for you and help you and although you tried to protest at first you were so very grateful for the woman. You couldn't do this on your own, there was too much pain not just physically but mentally. 

Mapi escorted you to every appointment and was the first face you saw when you woke up from surgery, she didn't leave you alone unless you asked her too and she made sure you were as happy and comfortable as you could be. She watched your lionesses in the games that you did and that is something you would never forget. Not after all she had been through surrounding her national team and the tournament. 

When the final was confirmed as England vs Spain you didn't know how to feel. You and Mapi had not spoken yet about her thoughts surrounding the teammates you shared that went back on the letter and were there so this was probably the worst final the two of you could have gotten. 

You had spoken to Leah on the phone the other night when she landed in Australia about your sadness at picking up the injury and not being there and how she must feel too. It was easy to talk to her and get the advice she had for you and you were so happy she got to go watch them in person. Her love for football was contagious. 

On the evening before the final you and Mapi sat down to talk, she had told you she couldn't watch the game but she wanted you too so she was going to go for an extra session in the gym if that was okay with you. Which of course it was you didn't want to put her through the harm of watching a team she should be on. 

You watched your team play their hearts out, you had your Mary Earps shirt on in honour of her fight for Nike to print her shirt and you couldn't be prouder. When the final whistle blew and it confirmed the loss you were heart broken for the girl. You were quick to pull up your group chat and send a message off that you hoped would help them and make them see they did your country proud before you closed the TV off. You couldn't watch the Spanish side pick up the trophy, not today. You were just pulling on your shoes when the front door clicked open and Mapi walked through, take-out bag in hand. 

“I was just about to head out to come find you. I have a 30 minute walk to do today which would have gotten me to the gym.” You explained as you tugged your half on the shoe back off again. 

“As soon as the final whistle blew I made sure I was heading back to you. I'm sorry he won.” You knew what he she was talking about and you knew that Mapi was going to struggle with this for a while. Playing for your country is always such an honour but not when you have to be abused to do it. 

“I’m sorry he won too. Let's not talk about it, it doesn't deserve our time. What have you got here?” You grabbed the bag off the fake blonde and headed for the kitchen, your stomach letting you know how hungry you actually were. 

It might not have been the result either of you had wanted and the injury you picked up was also another reason to want to put this world cup behind you, but what did shine through is the love you and Mapi had for each other. No matter what was thrown your way you would deal with it together.

[pedriscroquettes]

awww poor gavi being so stressed i was wondering is the only reason he pushes himself so hard for studying too bc he wants to compete with reader or are there other deeper reasons? you dont have to answer if its spoilery im just curious !

another academic rival!gavi blurb for y’all 🫶🏽

warnings. injury trauma & lowkey suggestive content.

a/n. guys i’ve gotten attached to them i’m afraid…

the bond that had formed between the two of you had caused the two of you to begin studying together. your dad has once walked in on the two of you staring intently at your professor’s old lectures trying to figure out what part of the solution method you had missed. he was so confused but you simply glared at him and he never brought up the topic again. to be honest even if he has asked anyways you wouldn’t have known what to tell him. you couldn’t just tell your father that you were hooking up with the boy next door because it was the only thing helping you from losing your sanity.

currently gavi was trying to finish his research paper for his sports medicine class. he was quite frustrated that his professor had also asked his class to not only write about the physical effects of an acl tear but the psychological effects as well. you were too engrossed in your own work that you didn’t notice how intensely he was looking at images he was using for reference. the picture of the player in pain brought back memories he had hoped to have forgotten about.

for his fifteenth birthday his father had gifted him lower section tickets to a real betis match. he remembered how excited he was to see his hometown team play, to see them on the pitch. he also was looking forward to entering the stadium and getting that fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he analyzed every inch of the stadium hoping to play a match in there in the future.

the game had started off slow with both of the teams not allowing each other to score. that is until things heated up between both teams. one moment the ball would be in real betis’s box and the next in the opposing team. gavi was excited that the game was building up, he just wanted to see someone score a goal already. then it happened a player from the opposing team had finally gotten fed up with the defense and how they couldn’t keep the ball away from their goalpost. so he did the job himself tackling the real betis forward.

the crowd immediately burst out into chants yelling at the referee to give him a red card, which he did. but gavi could only stare as the player lay on the ground screaming in pain. his screams replayed in his mind from time to time. he had never been able to shake off the image of the player being taken away in a stretcher. he thought that had been the worse thing to happen that night but then the next day he saw on the news how it was confirmed the player would never play again. the injury forcing him into early retirement.

that day he realized that if he did achieve his dreams they could always be stripped away from him. so he spent hours studying. he didn’t miss a single class from then on out. fearing that if one day his career was taken from him he wouldn’t have nothing to do. he’d just be gavi the failed football star with nothing to his name except a bunch of “what if’s?”

“pablo?” you called his name for the fifth time.

“huh? oh hmm?” he perked his head up noticing your concerned glare.

“what happened?” you sat up on his bed.

“nothing just daydreaming.” he was lying and you could tell.

you stood up and walked towards his desk. the cold floor making you tingle as you made your way towards him. careful to not cause a mess on his desk you slip into his lap. he welcomes you as he scoots you closer to his body. he doesn’t realize he’s grinning like a little kid until you tease him about it. his cheeks going pink at your teasing.

“nothing? pablo you’ve been staring at your laptop for like ten minutes without writing anything and you’re going to lie to me? yeah okay.” you playfully confront him about his lying.

“really it’s nothing! can’t a boy live?” he smiles up at you.

“okay fine don’t tell me.” his hand begins roaming your back trying to discreetly make its way to your ass. which you simply shove away. “no. if you can’t be honest with me you can keep your hands to yourself.”

“oh so it’s like that now?” he laughs but quickly stops once he realizes you’re being for real. “oh come on!”

“you can do whatever you want as long as you tell me what’s wrong.” you reply.

so he does. he tells you about his fears and you tell him about yours. you assure him that he’ll be fine and he assures you that you’ll eventually figure out what you want to do after school. his kisses change that night, they have feelings to them now. you even stay for dinner, the paéz family happily welcoming you. aurora teases his brother that night but she also notices the way her brother looks at you. with the same look she looks at her boyfriend.

[antivan-dragon]

Maybe some rope play with the Ghoul? Some popular scenes from the Fallout series usually involve some rope 😵

A/N: Thank you for your message, and this is what my sick mind elaborated from your suggestion. My native language is not English so I apologize if you find some mistakes, I’m still improving :) Warnings: Afab!Reader, Female genitals, No reader physical description, fingering, oral (you receive), rope involvement but not as you expect... maybe (evil laugh), violence, explicit language, mention drug abuse, mention of violence, explicit pun game, explicit sexual content, no beta reader, wrote it in a very late hour with a tired but inspired mind. This is my first Tumblr request in a long time, feel free to let me know what do you think. I accept respectful constructive critiques. Please, don't be mean for the pure desire of it. +18 Summary: Super mutants caught you and they hung you from the ceiling. You might look like a damsel in distress but with a price on your head. Honestly, there is very little of a damsel and very little of distress ;)

You were hanging from the ceiling of a Super Duper Mart, slowly swinging back and forth and cursing, but with a low voice because it wasn’t a comfortable situation for you. Super mutants caught you the day before but didn’t kill you yet because somehow they learned what a price on a head was, and they were happy to use you as bait for the little humans.

The rope around your torso was a tight fit to support you without causing major injuries but as the hours passed, your body started to feel weak and sore, not to mention you were thirsty but not in a million years you would ask a Super mutant for water, nor food.

It was the middle of the night when your thoughts about how to escape that situation were interrupted by some gunshots from the outside. Super mutants gave the alarm and gathered in forces to fight the intruders. According to them, only one little human was trying to fight them. What kind of idiot would fight a bunch of Super mutants alone?

But the fight continued for a long, and they had to use a suicider and a couple of hounds to oppose the threat. Who the hell was that little human was managing to win?

A mix of feelings filled your mind, you saw a way out but were also scared by who was about to break in. If that person was able enough to defeat Super mutants, you had no hopes of escaping. The price on your head was pretty much heavy.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. The atmosphere was heavy as you waited helplessly. The sound of your own heartbeat filled your ears and your throat felt even drier. The store’s main door opened with a creak, as the Super mutants’ campfires cast shadowy illusions, hindering your ability to see who came in.

Step by step, the mysterious figure finally came closer enough to reveal themselves.

“I'll be damned if this ain't the easiest prey I have ever hunted...”

And you stared with a shocked expression, lips opened ajar and eyes wide open. The last creature you’d expect to see at that moment was a lone ghoul. Although he managed to defeat all the Super mutants on his own, it would still be a fantastic opportunity for you to flee. If it was a group of raiders, it would be harder... impossible, and your fate would have been even worse....

It was the idea you were pleased to accept, at least, and so, you started your act.

“Hey! Uh, my savior! Can you please release me before those brutes come back? I- I'm so scared and... and hungry...”

“Cut the shit, princess. Ya know why I'm here and I would release you only if you can turn me human again so, let's talk about business. How 'bout that?”

He used your real name, the one printed on your bounty while he took a chair and dragging it right in front of you. He heavily sat with spread legs, thinking about what to do with you. He would have cut the rope but keeping you bound because it would have been easier dragging your around. However, the power he felt in having you at his mercy titled his senses and so, he decided would have had some fun.

You sighed, it was always the same fucking story, every time someone tried to catch you, there was a specific shithead who wanted to take advantage of you. Getting rid of them wasn't a problem for you, usually, but you were up to your neck in shit at that specific moment.

“What do you want in exchange for my freedom?” You asked in a bothersome manner, with the obvious intention of being direct.

The ghoul raised his eyebrows, pretty surprised by your not-worried reaction. “Uhm.” He murmured, considering your offer. “Do you have any chems with ya?”

“Not at the moment, but I'm sure there's something around this damn place.”

“You're right, too easy.” He moved to bend over and resting his elbows on his thighs. “What about eating you? I’d lose my bounty but you'd be free for sure.”

Of course, he was meaning it literally, but you snapped back with irony, damn your fucking mouth.

“There's only one way to eat me, honey.”

When you saw him silently considering it, you instantly tried to change the cards in the game.

“Oh come on now, I was joking.”

He ignored you and left the chair to reach where the rope was tied, loosening the knot to lower you a bit. The short jump caused you a stomach cramp but your feet weren't touching the floor yet.

“Fuck...” You said with a low voice, mentally preparing yourself to face whatever that damn ghoul had in his sick mind.

When he came back to you, you felt his firm grip on your hips to stop you from dangling around and he turned you enough to position your pussy at his face height. He looked up, watching you from under the brim of his hat with a teasing expression. He could read on your pretty face that you were imagining him eating you out, and probably you were already getting wet at that thought.

“Ask me anything else, I'll see what I can do.” You said with an embarrassed voice, trying to control yourself.

“Nope. I think I’ll take your first offer.”

With those words, he took off your boots and he pulled your pants and underwear down with a sharp move, disrobing the lower part of your body. You bit your tongue to don't emit any sound, but your face was on fire, as your gut and your pussy.

“Now...” He started to speak on purpose to tease you a little more. “I'm the kind of ghoul who kills people to live, the one who eats the worst shit you can imagine and who is kept alive by chems...” He took off his gloves, and his hat and positioned one of your legs on his shoulder. “But I never abused a woman. And since your feet aren't tied up, you're free to kick my face whenever ya want, baby doll. The question is, would ya like me to eat you out?”

You were speechless, realizing only at that moment you were more than happy with what was happening, and you literally asked for it. But your ego was bruised, and you felt like a filthy whore, and you weren't... usually.

“Fuck me...” You said with disappointment as a filler word, but again, he took you seriously.

“Maybe later, sweetheart.”

He broke eye contact with you to smell your aroused scent and he placed his mouth and half of his face against your core without hesitation. He was interested in making you cum but he wanted to make it quick because his already hard cock was asking for its piece of cake as well.

You opened wide your eyes and your mouth, releasing a silent cry of pleasure while his wrinkled lips and warm tongue made their way between your labia, teasing your clit and savoring your taste.

He didn't remember the last time he laid with a woman, but fuck, the whole thing was from another planet. Who knew he would have fucked a tied-up pretty human pussy in the middle of an abandoned Super Duper Mart once Super mutants' den?

You tried to keep control of yourself to don't release any sound in one last illusory chance to keep some dignity. But that damn ghoul knew how to use the tongue, and he was merciless. In an automatic gesture, you moved your other leg on his other shoulder, trying to keep his head against your core, looking for more friction.

He sank his fingers in the flesh of your thighs, making a satisfied chuckling. “Turned out I was right.” He muffled while sinking two fingers up to your pussy. They slipped inside you easily since you were already a mess down there, and when he added a third finger he started to pump vehemently, making you forget how sore your upper body was.

The whole inappropriate situation mixed up with the physical pleasure drove you crazy, and your body reacted much easier than usual, reaching the orgasm faster and harder. He kept you steady while you trembled and released loud moans, unable to control yourself anymore.

“Music for my ears.” He teased while he let you ride your orgasm as much as you could, flooding his fingers with your juice and gradually slowing down.

Your mind was blurred as you caught some air. When the ghoul moved away and your body came back to dangling by your weight, you felt the pain.

“Take me down...” You said with an exhausted voice.

“On my way, but don't relax too much, sweet cheeks. We aren't done yet.”

Hearing his deep, rough voice, caused a rush of adrenaline in your body and your pussy clenched around nothing, as if it was ready for a second round. He loosed the knot to lower you enough for you to touch the floor with your feet, but your legs weren't able to support you. No fear for you to fall, because he already fixed the rope to keep you tied up.

When he came back to you, he had a chair and he positioned it right in front of you.

“What about fulfilling your second request? It could be your ticket out.”

Your tired eyes dropped on the bulge in his pants, and it took a second for you to reply.

“I want some water before.”

“As you wish.”

[sleepingdayaway]

You're my baby and I love you so much!

I got Hyrule Warriors on the switch and I was able to get Young Link unlocked as a warrior. Just seeing him and how tiny he is makes me love him even more. Idk if it's obvious yall but I might have favorites (Time)

Characters: Warriors, Time (younger version), Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of fights? We're in Hyrule Warriors yall

The air was tense.

The screeching of bokoblins following the attack of hyrulian soldiers.

The pains of anguish from said soldiers as they fought back against them.

Currently the Princess of Hyrule is leading an army against the opposing commander of the monsters around Hyrule field. Being completely honest, this was a unexpected attack but who ever is leading was pretty damn good.

Taking the charging attack on the final keep was the Legendary Hero, Link. Who recently saved the castle from the forces of Ganon. It was supposed to be another simple clean up, since there are still monsters from when the portals brought them in from different ages.

Including other warriors from those ages; Daruina, Ruto, Fi, Midna, Agitha. They all helped to protect their homes from the evil that wanted to spread across the realms. Gradually, with long and enduring battles with a few close calls did their efforts finally show.

But that meant that whatever was leaked out was still around, and that meant having to continue fighting.

The training sword cuts through flawlessly in the enemies, as Link expertly moves through the the fight. Never once removing his eyes from the monsters in front of him, which made him slightly vulnerable from behind.

A huge bokoblin notices this small error, and sneaks up with it's weapon at the ready. Making sure that he's surrounded as the others distract him, it lunges for a strike before it gets knocked down suddenly. The surrounding bokoblins jumps away when the body falls to the ground, they all screech in realization and furiously turn towards the person that attacked.

There stood [Name] with a huge frown on their face as they readied their weapons, twin cross bows. Credits to Linkle who happily lent them extras. Zeroing in on the monsters without hesitation as they backed up Link, speeding up on taking over the keep.

Once the rest of the soldiers appear to take over on guarding did they both rest for a bit. Link, sheepishly stared at [Name], as said person narrowed their eyes at him.

"You need to watch out from behind too, I can't warn you like how I used to, Link."

"I know, I'm sorry. I guess I got used to you always being with me, that I forgot you have an actual physical body now."

This was something they also were getting used to, being physically in the battle and not just controlling Link. When [Name] first appeared they panicked and refused to interact with anyone since they were afraid that the others would assume that they were a spy. Thankfully, it was Lana who found the [hair color] first and helped before leading them to the others; it wasn't until the battle was over did they all finally introduce each other.

Link recognized their voice immediately, the person who helped him during the war, and latched onto them like a leech.

Now here they were assisting everyone in making sure everything goes smoothly. Only 1 keep remains and it's the final one, the one that holds the person that orchestrated this attack.

Sprinting across the land to reach the final keep before they could think about running away. Link and [Name] made it to one of the entrances as they prepared their weapons.

Looking inside the building, it was filled with the other monsters that filled the other keeps. Except in the middle where it appears they're all surrounding their leader.

The sound of the monsters fades away as the familiar melody of an ocarina fills their ears. Link tights his grip on the master sword as he prepares his body to attack, meanwhile [Name] perks up at the melody, having recognized it from somewhere.

The song plays before it falters for a moment. It picks up again, but stops once more as if they're trying to play by memory.

The monsters part out of the way, so [Name] and Link can see the figure much more clearly.

A small child, who looks no older than 10 years old stands with his back facing them, a mask resting on the belt stares at the duo. As if knowing they were behind him; did he put the ocarina away before fixing the mask on his head. The other mask is still boring holes onto them, a dark menacing aura flows freely from it.

Until it stops.

The blonde turns around as he places the mask over his face; pulling out a sword that's slightly bigger than him and swings it around clumsily. That causes the Keaton mask to slip from his face, but he catches it before it call fall to the ground. Rearranging it to it's original position on his head.

He lifts up the sword again and looks up at [Name] and Link. A smile on his face.

How do they explain to Zelda that this is a child who looks exactly like fucking Link.

Link's grip on his sword falters, a child-

There was no way he could harm one. It must be some sort of twisted joke, but it couldn't be. Before heading over here the entire army searched every inch of land to make sure everything was cleared.

The Hero looks at his companion to see if they could do something that doesn't involve fighting, but he noticed that they're no longer next to him. Instead [Name] has already jumped in; their crossbows discarded on the ground.

Now, in their arms in the young boy, who looks up at the [hair color] person as they held him close. "LINKKKK- OH LOOK HOW SMALL YOU ARE"

The boy, Link, scrunches his face at their voice before they widen once he realized who was holding him.

A grin grows on his face as he tried to embrace [Name] back with his small limbs. Which in turn causes them to cry at the action.

Quickly rushing in to finish off the monsters that surrounded them, (Warriors) Link attacked the enemies as the other two hold each other.

Warrior's made sure they're all gone before staring at the duo with a dumbfounded expression. "Uh, sorry for interrupting a heartfelt moment, but how do you two know each other?"

[Name] looks at him before setting down Young Link, "Well, for starters he's also another person that I helped before-"

Young Link, once on the ground throws himself back towards them and attached his body at [Name's] hip.

That causes them to choke up again as tears welled up in their eyes.

"Augh-! You're my baby! You're my baby and I love you so much-"

[tired-teacher-blog]

Late night surprise

Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Somnophilia (consensual)/ Oral (fem receiving/ Pussy drunk!Aizawa/ Fingering/ Breast play/ One Shot

Notes : This is something that I've been talking about with my bestie @aizawas-non-right-foot 😍 Banner by : @/cafekitsune

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Part 2

It has been a while— three weeks and five days to be exact, since you were able to spend a quiet evening with your boyfriend. Your schedules have been extremely hectic lately, and his night shifts have become reoccurring for the past few days, leaving you even less time together.

You miss him a lot, and lately, even the frequent calls and voice mails have become insufficient. You want to spend some quality time with him, cuddled up in bed together while watching a movie, or having a pleasant conversation and catching up with one another over dinner, as opposed to eating alone and going straight to an empty cold bed.

When was the last time you woke up in his arms? And how long has it been since you were.. intimate with one another?

Three weeks and five days, that's how long it's been.

_ "Really! You're coming home early today?" your heart almost leapt with joy when you heard a soft 'yes honey' on the other end of the line.

Finally, you will have the whole night to yourselves.

You run around the house like a maniac, fixing dinner, setting the ambiance and taking a quick shower before slipping into something that seemed to always make him lose his mind.

Your luscious curves are gleaming in the mirror as you observe the sexy night gown barely covering your pantiless bum and falling perfectly over your soft skin, "I'm ready."

You check your phone and sigh with relief as your preparations have been completed on time, only a few more minutes until hearing the door click and seeing his beautiful frame stepping into the apartment.

The anticipated few minutes turned into an hour and then another, your delectable dinner is now nothing but a cold lumpy mush, and your cheerful smile is nowhere to be found.

You plop onto your cold empty bed and reach for your phone again, sighing miserably as your eyes scan his latest text once more :

"I'm so sorry honey but something came up, looks like I'll be home late after all."

You're too exhausted to think straight or even move a muscle, your plans have gone to waste after careful preparations, so you need to get your ass up and clean the dining table before succumbing to sleep, not to mention removing the needless night gown that's making you feel stupid at this point.

You need to get up, but your mind is foggy and your head feels heavy on your fluffy pillow, still, you have to put away the food and get changed first.

You have to..

.. have to..

Something feels warm and, wet? A strange yet familiar sensation is spreading throughout your whole body, but what exactly is it? Last thing you can remember was moping about your ruined plans while struggling to fight off sleep, so what happened after that?

_ "Fuck, I can't believe I had to miss this after being forced into a second shift."

You recognize this voice, this growl, but where is it coming from? You're asleep right? Then it must be a dream..

_ "I'm so sorry for being late princess, so let me make it up to you huh?"

There it is again, that same recognizable voice.

_ "Shouta.." this dream, this sensation, it all feels too realistic.

_ "Yes honey I'm right here."

Your eyes flutter open and your body jerks in surprise as you clearly hear it this time, it's not a dream is it?

_ "Shouta, what are you.. oh God!" you tilt your head back and arch off the bed as you feel it deeper, his warm fat tongue, licking its way into your slick walls.

You are still in a haze, your vision is blurry and your brain is foggy, but your body is reacting on its own. You reach out a shaky hand and grab onto his raven locks, pushing his face deeper against you.

This isn't an unusual occurrence, you can't remember how many times you have awoken to find his lips or fingers latched onto you, and it's a favor that you have eagerly paid back many times in return.

The pleasure your man is giving you seems more intense than usual, it has been a while after all.

_ "Fuck I missed you gorgeous.." his words are mixed with obscene slurping noises and satisfied hums that vibrate into your core, he seems out of it, needy and desperate while lapping up your cute love bud and nibbling on the surrounding swollen lips like a bear clinging to a honey tree.

Your heavy eyes travel downward to steal a glimpse of the man doing wonders for you, and you whimper as you're faced with an arousing sight that almost gets you spasming violently with intense pleasure.

It's exhilarating, your boyfriend is still in his work attire, filthy sweaty and disheveled, and it looks like burying his face between your legs was the first thing he thought of doing after walking into the house.

You can't help gawking at him, propping yourself up on quivering elbows to have a better view of your beloved, and biting down on your lip as a knot starts to form in the pit of your belly.

He is beautiful, with his flushed skin and focused eyes staring back at you, and his soft hair falling perfectly around his face and neck to tickle your sensitive skin with every little move he's making.

His calloused hands release your thighs to slide along your sides, bringing your night gown further up and revealing more of your flesh to him.

_ "You dare fall asleep while wearing this instead of waiting for me? You're a bad girl." his playful words are groaned against your weeping cunt, and your legs instinctively squeeze him tight between them.

_ "Stop talking! Please don't talk with that in your mouth!" your cute little outburst brings a throaty chuckle out of the man who insists on feigning ignorance.

_ "Why's that? Why can't I speak while pleasuring my princess?" his purrs send a shudder deep inside of you.

This bastard knows his effect on you, he loves tormenting you, seeing you helpless underneath him, and he succeeds in making his wish come true every single time.

Your arms give out and your back hits the mattress again, you can no longer see his face but the feeling of his eager mouth is driving you mad.

His hands move under your silky night gown to grope your mounds, thumbs brushing over your perky nipples while his tongue fucks you deep and slow.

You're not going to last much longer at this rate, your heart is pounding harshly in your chest, and your whimpers are getting louder and needier by the second, "keep going! Please! Just a bit more!" your shameless demands are well received, as he humms with delight and keeps on thrusting his tongue deeper within you.

His fingers carry on massaging your soft breasts, kneading your flesh and pinching your perky teats teasingly before one of his large hands runs down your body and rests on your lower belly.

You know what this means, though you're not sure if your body will be able to handle any anymore of his taunting behavior, you've just about reached your limit.

_ "Shouta, I'm so close.."

He retracts his tongue and kisses your clit before rubbing two fingers along your wetness to slowly ease them past your welcoming slit.

Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out of it, your breath gets caught in your throat and your body twists under his brute dominance as his fingers take control.

You're a wreck, shattering a little bit more each second that passes, and he loves it.

His lips kiss along your inner thighs, and his fingers curl up and stroke that one particular sweet spot he knows all too well.

_ "No wait.. wait! It's too.. too much!" you finally find your voice, crying out a warning but only a moment before giving in to a splintering orgasm, shuddering uncontrollably and coating the fingers still moving inside of you before relaxing at last.

_ "That's my girl, you've done a good job sweetheart." he cooes sweetly while trailing a few soft kisses along your sensitive cunt, "so how's my princess feeling?"

_ "Perfect.." you breathe out drowsily, a satisfied smile adorning your face.

He carefully licks you clean, attentive as to not overstimulate you while flicking his tongue up and down on your throbbing clit, "fuck.. what a treat."

You giggle happily and reach out for him to get closer, your blush deepening as you notice his reddening lips and glistening chin, proof of what he has just done for you.

_ "I'm sorry for missing our date love, but I promise to make it up to you tomorrow." he looks apologetic as he speaks, and you can't help the giggles escaping your throat, he is truly adorable.

_ "But I don't want to wait until tomorrow, so how about taking a shower together right now and see what happens?" you request suggestively, sneaking a hand between your bodies and pressing it against his raging stiffness.

_ "Oh I'd love that even more."

[sequinsmile-x]

Compress

The date had gone well. Or, at least, she thought it had.

AKA - the one where Emily avoids talking to Aaron as a result of a miscommunication and she manages it...right up until an unsub locks them in a freezer.

-x-

Hi friends,

This is very loosely based on an episode of Castle and is an idea that I've been playing around with for a little while.

I really hope you enjoy this - please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: Canon typical violence/peril

Words: 3.6k

Read over on A03, or below the cut

She was furious at him.

Emily knew it mostly stemmed from embarrassment, churning in her gut whenever she looked at him, convinced that she had somehow read every interaction between them in the last few weeks incorrectly. That her skills as a profiler had failed her, and there was nothing more between them than friendship. Then she’d remind herself that he was the one who asked her on a date. He’d been the one who nervously spat out the invitation as he stumbled over his words in a way that she’d found endlessly endearing, the love she felt for him threatening to bubble to the surface as she pressed her lips together to hold it back, simply nodding her confirmation instead. 

The date had gone well. Or, at least, she thought it had. There hadn’t been any awkwardness like she’d worried there would be. No moments where the transition from friends to something more felt forced. It had felt like any other night they’d spent together, both of them smiling and laughing as they exchanged facts about their pasts - slowly pulling back the protective layers they’d both wrapped around themselves a long time ago. 

It had gone well, right up until he dropped her back at her place. He’d walked her to her door, his hand hovering over the small of her pack, the heat of his palm making her shiver even without actually touching her. She’d invited him in, looking up at him through her lashes, and she watched as he froze, his eyes going wide before he choked out an excuse about getting home for Jack and leaving with nothing more than dropping a kiss on her cheek. 

She got the call from Penelope about a case only hours later as she sat on her bed, the underwear she’d bought and worn for him already shoved deep in her hamper so she didn’t have to look at it and a pint of ice cream in hand. Aaron had smiled tightly at her when she got on the jet, and she stopped any attempt he made at talking to her, humiliation lingering under her skin every time he tried. 

She was angry at him, but she was mostly angry at herself. Furious that she’d let herself get carried away with the fantasy of it, with the idea of finally being with the person she’d loved a lot longer than she cared to admit even to herself. Embarrassed that for a moment she’d let herself believe he felt the same way about her. 

Life had after all rarely been that kind to her. 

She’d get over it. She knew that. She just needed some time to recalibrate, to be able to look at him again and not feel her cheeks burn with fury and grief for something she never had in the first place. 

Aaron seemed opposed to giving her that time. 

After she’d rebuffed all of his attempts to talk to her he’d partnered them together on the case, insisting that she came with him to speak to a suspect that ran the local diner. She wanted to fight him on it, insist that she stayed behind and he took someone else, but she knew any kind of insubordination would only draw attention to her sour mood. No one on the team knew they’d been on a date, and she hadn’t wanted them to know yet even when she thought it was going to go well. She definitely didn’t want them to know now.

She’d simply nodded and climbed into the SUV instead, her gaze purposely fixed out of the passenger window as they drove in silence. It’s only as the car pulls to a stop that he even attempts to speak to her.

“Prentiss.” 

She sighs and looks at him, her brows furrowing when she sees what he’s spotted, the ‘closed’ sign hung in the entrance of the diner, “Weird time of day for the diner to be closed.” 

“Weird for a 24-hour diner to be closed at all,” he says, unclipping his seat belt, “We need to be careful.” 

She bites back a sarcastic comment as she climbs out of the car, her hand on her hip as she reaches for her gun. She looks down the alley next to the diner and nods towards it, “The back door is propped open.” 

They walk towards it, moving in tandem until they reach the door. He opens it and walks in first, his gun raised as he enters the diner's kitchen. 

“Mr Ramsey?” He says, throwing a look back at Emily as she enters behind him, her gun also raised, “It’s the FBI we just need to ask you a few questions.”

Emily scopes out the kitchen, its quietness almost eerie, and something catches her eye. She walks closer to the nearby counter and curses under her breath when she sees newspaper clippings about the murders they were investigating, the faces of the victims scribbled out - black ink blocking out their faces. She’s about to call out for Aaron, to show him what she’d discovered, when she hears the click of a gun’s safety going off just behind her. 

“Put your gun down.”

She does as she’s asked, raising her hands after placing her gun on the counter, “Mr Ramsey-”

“Be quiet,” he says, pressing the barrel of the gun into the back of her head, “Call for your partner.” 

She clenches her teeth, “I’m not-”

“Call for him now or I’ll kill you and then I’ll kill him.”

She closes her eyes, holding back the breath she knows will be shaky, not wanting to give him any more of an upper hand than he already had, well aware from experience that any sign of fear would be like signing her death warrant. 

“Hotch,” she shouts, her jaw tight as she hears his footsteps in the next room, “Come here.” 

The look that passes over his face when he steps back into the kitchen and sees her standing there with a man behind her, a gun pressed against her head, breaks her heart. It’s quick. Undetectable to anyone who doesn’t know him as well as she does. He grips his gun even tighter, aiming it past her, but anything he is going to say is cut off as Ramsey starts to talk. 

“Put your gun down.” 

Aaron shakes his head, “We both know I can’t do that.”

She feels the gun get pressed even firmer against the back of her head, leaving a mark she’s sure will bruise, and she can feel the tension radiating off the man behind her. 

“Put your gun down, or I’ll blow her head off.” 

Her eyes meet Aaron’s and she knows what he’s going to do before he does it, the very real prospect of her dying in front of him pushing any fight out of him as he nods and puts his gun down, “I’ve put it down. Let her go.” 

Ramsey shakes his head, and he chuckles darkly, “So you can arrest me? I don’t think so,” he says, looking around, a sense of wildness about him that tells Emily he hadn’t thought this far. He looks at the industrial sized freezer in the corner and grabs her, moving so quickly it pulls a grunt out of her. 

“Get your hands off of her,” Aaron growls, his hands in tight fists by his side, his eyes fixed on the gun still pointing at her head.

Ramsey pulls the door to the freezer open and then pushes Emily into it, his gun once again trained on her as he turns to look at Aaron, “Get in.”

Emily watches as Aaron does as he’s told, taking his place next to her, “This isn’t going to end well for you Ramsey,” Aaron says, his glare stern as he looks at the other man, “People know where we are. They know who we came to see.” 

Ramsey nods and chuckles darkly, his hand on the door as he shrugs, “Maybe. But by then I’ll be long gone. And you two…well, I guess it depends on how long they take to find you.” 

He slams the door shut, plunging them into darkness. ___

A small LED light in the far corner of the freezer switches on, and it’s just enough light for him to see Emily, her eyes wide as she looks around them, her arms crossed over her chest as she shivers. 

“Do you have your phone?” She asks him, “I left mine in the car.” 

He nods and digs through his pocket, cursing when he sees he doesn’t have any service, “It’s not working.” 

“Damn it,” she replies, blowing out a breath he can see, the ghost of it spreading out between them, “Well, the team knew we were coming here,” she says, her smile tight, “Hopefully they’ll figure out when we’ve been gone too long for a standard interview,” she grimaces slightly, “Do you think he kept the bodies in here?” She asks, turning up her nose, “Right alongside the food?”

He can’t help but smile at the look on her face, the rare show of utter disgust that somehow didn’t diminish her beauty, “I guess you can add diners to your list.” 

She frowns as she looks at him, her eyebrows furrowed together, “What list?”

His smile slips slightly, the awkwardness that had settled between them since their date a few days ago returning, her reluctance to talk to him unless it was about the case coming back in full force, “The list of things this job has ruined for you. Like roadside motels?”

“Oh,” she says, forcing a smile as she nods, “Yeah. Diners are on the list now too I guess.” 

They fall into silence and he watches as she paces back and forth, her hands rubbing up and down her arms as she tries to get warmth into them. He could feel the cold too, the way it makes a shiver pass through his spine, but he knew he ran warm. His body a furnace that Jack took comfort in when he had nightmares. Haley had always lovingly complained about it, especially in the summer. A wry smile on her face as she told him the room was warm enough without him in it. 

“Are you cold?” 

She glares at him, “We’re standing in a freezer Aaron,” she exclaims, wrapping her arms even further around herself, “Of course I’m fucking cold,” she spits out. He moves towards her as if by instinct, his body moving of its own accord as he tries to pull her into his arms. She pulls away from him so quickly she almost slips, a look he can only call furious passing over her face, “What are you doing?” 

He frowns at her, “Trying to warm you up.” 

She scoffs, her jaw tight as her eyes meet his, “I can manage perfectly fine, thanks,” she says, her voice dropping as she carries on, words he’s sure she doesn’t mean to escape filling the air between them, “You didn’t want to touch me the other night so I won’t put you through it now.” 

His hands fall to his sides and he huffs out a breath, shaking his head as her words register, “What do you mean?” 

She presses her lips together and shakes her head, turning her back on him as she replies, “Nothing. It’s not important.” 

“Everything about you is important to me,” he says, the naked honesty he so rarely showed anyone enough to make her turn back to look at him, her eyes shining as she licks her lower lip, shaking her head at him again as she chokes on a laugh.

“The other night, after our…date,” she says swallowing thickly, “I invited you in and you ran away like you’d been burned. You didn’t…” She looks down at the floor, another shiver passing through her as she wraps her arms around herself, “You didn’t even kiss me.” 

He sighs and closes his eyes, the guilt that had been simmering low in his gut for days coming to a full boil as she realises how he’d made her feel. It felt nothing short of ridiculous that she’d think he was anything less than completely in love with her, let alone disgusted at the thought of touching her, but he’d panicked in the moment. A combination of not wanting her to think it was all about sex for him and not wanting to let her down forcing him to bolt, his lips pressed against her cheek whilst she still had her keys in her hand, his body pushing him towards the elevator in her building before he could stop himself. 

He’d wanted to go to hers the following morning, breakfast in hand and his tail between his legs as he apologised and did his best to explain it to her, but a case had got in the way. Any attempt he made to talk to her the last few days had been rebuffed and now he knew why.

“And I get that you probably aren’t attracted to me, and that’s fine, I just need some time-”

He laughs humourlessly, the thought of not being attracted to her so absurd that he can’t stop it, and she looks furiously at him, anger and upset flooding her expression in a way that stops him.

“Em, it’s not that,” he assures her, stepping closer, “It could never be that.” 

She frowns at him, her breath caught in her chest as her eyes meet his, “Then what is it?” 

He sighs and reaches out for her, grateful when she doesn’t flinch this time, his hand on her back as he encourages her closer, “I didn’t want you to think it was about sex for me,” he says, clearing his throat, “It never could just be that. And…I didn’t want to let you down.” 

Her frown only gets deeper, her breath a fleeting piece of warmth as it skips across his face, “What do you mean let me down?” 

“I married my high school sweetheart, Em,” he says, and he knows if he wasn’t cold, if he wasn’t standing in a goddamn freezer, his cheeks would go warm with embarrassment, “ You’re the first person I’ve dated since. You do the math.” 

Her eyebrows shoot up her forehead as it registers, “Oh,” she says, her lips pressed together as she nods, “So Kate Joyner…”

He smiles at her, running his hand up and down her back as she shivers against him, “We never liaised.”

She laughs and shakes her head, his careful choice of words letting her know that he’d heard her all those years ago, “Considering what we do for a living, we suck at communicating.” 

He nods in agreement, “We do,” he confirms, hooking his finger under her chin so she looks up at him, “But we can learn to get better at it together. If you’d like.” 

She looks between his lips and his eyes and she nods ever so slightly, barely distinguishable even though she’s this close to him, “I’d like that.” 

He’s the one to close the gap, to press his lips against hers, and he sinks into it. His grip on her tighter as she wraps her arms around his neck, the tip of her nose pressing against his cheek as she deepens the kiss. He’s sure on some level that it should be strange that their first kiss, the kiss she’s sure is his last first kiss, was taking place in a freezer an unsub had locked them in. A freezer he’d likely stored the bodies of his victims in. But Aaron can’t bring himself to care, his focus only on her and the way she sighs contentedly, the sound passing from her mouth to his.

When she pulls back she rests her forehead against his, her nose rubbing against his as she smiles, “Your nose is cold.” 

“Yours is too,” he says, tucking her closer to him, his chin on top of her head as he tries to keep her as warm as he can, “Someone should be here soon.” 

She hums, her face pressed against his shirt as she sought out the fading warmth of his skin, “I hope so,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him, “It would suck if that the only time we ever got to kiss was in a fucking freezer the unsub used to store bodies.” 

He can’t help but smile and he leans in and stamps his lips against hers, “It really would suck.”

___

By the time the team find them, they are huddled together sitting on the floor, both of them close to passing out. 

Aaron tries to fight it when the EMTs separate them and put them in different ambulances, and he can hear Emily doing the same, her demands that she was fine diminished by the way her jaw was chattering when she spoke. He barely pays any attention to Dave’s assurances that they’d caught Ramsey, that he was in police custody, all of his focus on Emily and how cold she’d been when they’d taken her from his embrace. 

They get taken to the local hospital and they are separated there too. Dave keeps him company whilst JJ does the same for Emily, both providing frequent updates about the other to keep Aaron and Emily in their respective beds. 

Aaron sits up straighter when he sees Dave walk back into the room, his request to know how Emily is doing cut off before he can even start speaking. 

“She’s fine,” Dave says as he sinks into the chair next to Aaron’s bed, a wry smile on his face, “Just like she was 10 minutes ago. And I told her that you’re fine,” he adds, raising his eyebrow, “Just like I did 10 minutes ago.” 

“Thanks, Dave.” 

“No problem,” he says, waving him off, his smile too close to a smirk for Aaron’s liking, “You’re somehow both more annoying now you’re together though.” 

Aaron frowns as his head snaps towards his friend, “What…who…who said we’re together.” 

Dave laughs and leans back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest as he shakes his head at his friend, “We did find you huddled together in that freezer,” he says, raising his eyebrow, “And before you try and say it was for warmth, you’re both asking about each other in a way only a panicked partner would,” he smiles, “Plus we found you with her lipstick on your lips.”

Aaron groans and rests his head back on the pillow, any hopes of secrecy about his relationship with Emily as they got used to the change in it without outside influence.

“We…had time to figure things out whilst we were in there,” he says diplomatically, and Dave hums thoughtfully. 

“I might have to make sure they go easy on Ramsey in that case,” he says, winking at his friend, “He was able to achieve what the rest of us have been trying to do for years.” 

__

When she wakes up, she feels cold. 

The only thing that feels warm is her hand, and not one part of her is surprised when she opens her eyes to see Aaron sitting next to her bed, both of his hands wrapped around her hand. 

“Hi,” she says, smiling softly when he looks up at her, the relief in his eyes palpable. He’s wearing a hospital gown and a robe, “Should you be in here?” 

He smiles and lifts her hand to press a kiss against her knuckles, his lips warmer than she thinks they should be, “My body temp got back up to normal,” he says, kissing her knuckles again, “I charmed one of the nurses into letting me in here.” 

She hums, “And here I thought that charming smile was all for me.” 

He stands and sits on the edge of her bed, smiling at her like she was the most precious thing he’d ever seen, “Everything is for you, sweetheart.” 

She can’t help but laugh. The way her cheeks heat up at the use of the nickname makes them sting, the contrast to the rest of her body almost too much to take. When she first met him she never could have imagined him like this - soft and kind and hers. She reaches up and cups his cheek, dragging him in for a kiss, his nose warm against her cheek. 

“Your nose is warm,” she says as they pull back just enough for her to speak. He smiles and kisses her again. 

“Yours is still cold.” 

She rubs her nose against his for a second before she pulls back, “You should get in here with me,” she says, throwing back the heating blanket over her waist and shifting in the bed, “Warm me up.” 

“Em…”

“Please?” She says, patting the bed next to her, “You’ve got all that body heat and I’ve got none.”

He lovingly shakes his head at her but stands up and climbs into the bed anyway, tugging her into his side as he pulls the blanket back over them both, “Better?”

She nods against him, tucking herself as close to him as she can, sighing contentedly as she feels his warmth seep from his skin to hers, “Much better.” 

He kisses the top of her head and runs his hand up and down her arm, “When we’re home I’ll take you on another date,” he says, smiling at her when she tilts her head to look up at him, “Make sure it ends properly this time.”

She smiles at him and kisses the underside of his jaw, taking a moment to breathe him in before she replies, “I’d like that,” she says, kissing him as he turns his head, “I’d like that a lot.” 

-x-

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