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444rockstargf · 2 months

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starting to write for mgg as well now!

"you wanna make the switch?" | spencer reid

in my feelings. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: from a geeky genius to a drunk-eyed, sweaty mess...

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female!reader x sub!spencer

word count: 606

contents: blowjob, teasing, implied overstimulation, praise, drabble, not proofread!

it was almost funny how quickly you could flip spencer’s switch.

you knew all the right buttons to press. the way your tongue slid up his rock-hard shaft, swirling itself around his tip before making its way down again. the bedroom echoed with the sharp hisses and deep groans from spencer, a contrast to all his wisecracking bullshit. your boyfriend bit his lip, suppressing all the moans and whimpers that threatened to break free. the torture had been going on for hours, the hypnotizing motions of your mouth putting him into a deep trance.

he tossed his head back as he exahled a shaky breath, his hand glued to the back of your head in a failed attempt to slow down your pace. you took his cock into you throat, inhaling through your nose to create suction as his chestnut-brown doe eyes gazed right back down at you. “c’mon, angel… i-ive been good, would it hurt to just let me…” he was cut off by a deep groan emerging from his throat as you took him all the way in once again, your uvula fluttering against his pulsating tip.

you would’ve smirked if your lips weren’t occupied. you pulled your mouth off of him, spitting on his tip and giving him a few lazy strokes. his body quaked from the stimulation. “i-i… b-baby, i dunno i-if i…” a smile tugged at your lips as you watched how he struggled to enunciate his words. you put on a fake pout, tilting you head to the side as you squeezed his cock even tighter, causing him to bite his lip to suppress all the lewd noises that threatened to break free. “what was that, spence? i didn’t catch that.” you batted your eyelashes all innocent-like, watching him crumble apart filling you with a sick thrill.

“i-i can’t take anymore..!” he was gripping the bedsheets until his shaky hands went white. seeing him struggle made burning heat pool in your core as you slowly touched yourself through your panties. “aw, why not, baby? you’ve been doing so good for me all night…” you sat up from in between his legs, crawling onto his lap and bringing your lips to his ear, your warm breath hitting him right in the canal. “i know you can cum a few more times for me, right?” the base of your hand slapped against his balls, your thumb ghosting the tip each time your hand came back up.

beads of sweat glistened on spencer’s forehead, cheeks flushed with a soft shade of pink. you could tell it was taking every cell in his body to keep himself together. your spoke once more, your voice laced with a touch more authority. “you can take it, baby. i know you can.” he swallowed hard, biting the inside of his cheek as he nodded, wanting nothing else but to please you in this moment.

you spread your legs onto either side of him, tracing his tip along your clothed slit as he looked up at you, lip quivering as if they were begging for a taste of your soft lips. you pouted again as his hips began to buck into your fist. “you’re such a pretty boy, y’know that..?” his teary eyes lit up ever so slightly at the praise in your voice.

his tip bubbled with thick precum as his chest rose and fell with each breath. he held back the tears that threatened to pour from his eyes as he took a deep, shaky breath, resting his chin in your cleavage. you nodded in approval, a smile lighting up your face as you kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

“that’s my boy…”

author's note: i am not ditching the rory community! just wanted to see how writing for an ew character would go :)) please leave comments and let me know what yall think! (lmk if this was shitty)

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Collar

THIS IS EVERYTHING MY GOD @boredum7865 YES TO IT ALL FLUFF AND SMUT

“And how about this for our princess” another tiny mouse was thrown into the growing pile of toys while Bucky made his way up and down the shelves of the pet store. You giggled at the way he added more and more items to the cart without a care in the world, spoiling his furbaby.

“Buck, she doesn’t need-

“Yes she does” he huffed, tossing in another bag of treats, so she’d get to pick between chicken, turkey or tuna. As soon as you arrived back at the compound with about half the store, Bucky set all the things down in the living room before going and grabbing his favorite thing in the world, the most proud cat dad.

“You like all this babygirl?” He cooed, letting her sniff her new presents, happily batting a feathery ball before taking her time to swat at the bags everything came in.

“Of course she likes the bags” You snorted while Bucky shook his head. You picked up her up and set her down on your lap to the the different collars you’d bought her; each in every color of the rainbow with a cute silver bell in the middle. Each one looked perfect on her white fur, the pink one seemingly her favorite. You picked up the last collar which hung too low around her neck, about 3 sizes too large.

“Aww baby, I think this is a little big for you” You slipped off the black collar her head and put the pink one back on while Bucky picked up the black one you set aside.

“This ones huge” Bucky mused, holding it up to his own neck and fastening it, giggling at the fact that it actually fit him. “Now we match, baby girl” He grinned, grabbing Alpine and holding her up to his face, her little nose twitching, trying to boop it against his. She slow blinked, purring and tucking herself into his neck for cuddles, eventually slinking away again to play with her latest haul.

“I think I’d make a good cat” Bucky stated to himself while he stretched out on the couch where the sun was hitting, settling himself against the cushions.

“What” You snorted, sorting through the cat food and organizing it while Bucky folded his arms behind his head, lounging lazily in the warm sun.

“I’m low maintenance" He thought to himself, listing all the reasons he thought made him cat quality, “I like naps. I like chicken. I like dark spaces. I like belly scratches-

“Really, Mr. Don’t come near me within a 10 Ft. radius?” The laugh you let out made him pout, retracting his previous statement.

“Fine. I like when you give me belly rubs. You’re always giving them to Alpine, give me some”

“A child is what you are-” You shook your head, scooting near the edge of the sofa from where you were seated on the floor, turning around to your ridiculous boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your thrown, suddenly forgetting how to breath while Bucky laid on his back, still wearing the collar, the leather material matching his tight black t-shirt and jeans. His t-shirt had ridden up, giving you a pretty view of the faint trail of hair that continued down his jeans, the sun making the silver on the bell sparkle.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, noting you looked like you were lost in thought, lips lightly parted, breathing heavier.

“Y-yeah” you nodded, still staring at the little silver bell, shaking your head and the less than innocent thoughts that tried to sneak in. “You’re wearing the collar?”

“M’cute with it” He shrugged like a little shit, “C’mon, pet me” He grinned, bringing you back in earth, happily humming when you playfully rolled your eyes and sat beside him, letting your fingers graze over his abs, rubbing his tummy up and down.

“Happy now?” You cocked an eye brow while he nodded, closing his eyes and started falling asleep, the collar still staring right back at you.

Sitting so pretty on his thick neck.

Black leather with that delicate little bell-

“Very” He mumbled, half asleep, soon dozing off completely.

The fucker kept it on the whole day.

And it was driving you insane.

You knew he was near by because every time he moved, it would ring ever so softly, courtesy of his ability to walk so quietly from his assassin training. The collar was taunting you at this point. Delicate little rings everywhere he went.

You nearly lost your absolute shit when Steve and Sam cackled at the fact that he was in a cat collar. It wasn’t the teasing that drove you up the wall. It was the way Steve inspected the bell and the way Bucky tilted his head up like a little puppy to give them a better view, Steve’s large hand tracing around the leather, if only it was your hand, curving around his neck, your good boy sitting so patiently-

Relax.

What the fuck was going on with you.

You’d managed to get through the day without busting another brain cell, sitting against the headboard with a book while Bucky got ready for bed.

“Babe, can you help take this off?” Bucky strolled in the room, fresh from his shower, droplets of water trailing down his body, disappearing into the towel that was wrapped around his waist, that fucking collar ringing every time he moved. You couldn’t help but sigh at how cute he looked, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, little jingles ringing as he came over to you. He sat by your side, lazily flopping over onto your lap, while you carded your fingers through his damp hair.

“You look so cute” You giggled, ignoring the way your pulse was beating quicker, body feeling hot, he looked so fucking pretty-

“Yeah? You think I’d make a good pet?” He asked playfully, nuzzling into your lap, a deep rumble emitting from his chest when you grazed your nails against his scalp. You continued to massage down his back, his body flexing and adjusting, making the towel around his waist slip, giving you a glimpse of his perfectly toned ass, back muscles rippling.

“Fuck” You whimpered, you tried so hard to will away the filth that was plaguing your mind again, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice but he did. He most certainly did. He smirked to himself, he could practically smell you arousal, nudging his face between your legs before sitting up and kneeling in front of you.

He was bare naked, thighs splayed apart while he sat back on his heels, his cock hard, standing tall and proud against his tummy, leaking at the tip. The only thing he had on was still that fucking collar, the twinkling silver taunting you.

“There something you like, doll?” He cooed, shamelessly letting your eyes rake up and down his body, giving you the most perfect view of his heavy balls, his swollen pink tip, his perfect peach nipples, his pillowy soft lips.

“You just look-so pretty with this on” You whispered, sitting up, tracing your fingers around the leather, flicking the bell lightly, continuing to trace over his Adams apple, “Don’t take it off yet” You whispered, letting your hand caress down his body, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him to lie back on the mattress, throwing off your pj’s while his mouth watered seeing you so feral.

His pretty girl so needy all because he was in a cat collar.

“Be my good boy, baby” you cooed, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulders before tugging his nipples in your mouth, flicking your tongue over them, making him whine. You giggled, blowing over them, watching them peak as you continued to make your way down, finally reaching his aching cock.

You licked up a drop of precum that was leaking out, your tongue just grazing over his sensitive glans making him moan.

“Oh god” Bucky’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you teasing his slit with your tongue, his hips lifting off the bed to chase more of your mouth. You pushed your tongue against his cockhead slightly making him hiss, gripping the sheets, nearly tearing them, “Please baby, take it all in your mouth”

You lightly smacked the side of his thigh to stop his squirming, wrapping your lips around the tip, sucking more of his length, loving how broken he sounded, unable to keep still. You sucked and licked every bit of him, getting his balls wet, nipping his sensitive inner thighs. You couldn’t take the feeling of being empty anymore, straddling his erection, pressing your bare cunt on him, covering his length in your slick.

“You’re soaked” He groaned, feeling your arousal drip all over him, grabbing your hips to rub his cock on you more.

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” You teased, taking his cock in your hand and lining it up with your entrance, pressing the tip just enough to make him sob without taking his full length, “Wanna put your cock in me?”

“Please, let me fuck you, I’ll make you feel so good baby” He groaned, biting his lip as you started to sink down on his cock. You didn’t get the chance to ride him; as soon as his entire length was in you, he planted his feet and slammed your hips down to meet his thrusts, fucking up into you like a sexdoll.

“B-BUCKKY” You squealed, broken moans leaving you lips as he fucked up into you harder, grunting and moaning, the collar around his neck just tight enough to make him pant.

“Take it baby, you like me like this? Like me in a little collar just for you?” He looked at you with glassy eyes, his jaw slack, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin. The soft rings the bell made each time he thrusted up into you made your pussy clench, making your orgasm barrel towards you within no time.

“Fucking me so good Bucky, keep going babyy” You moaned while he gripped your hips harder, determined to do such a good job for you, angling his hips to make your belly bulge. “I-I’m gonna-FUCK BUCKY” You brought your hand down to rub your clit, grinding down on his cock as your pussy started to flutter and pulse, gripping his cock with a vice like grip.

Your other hand flew to his neck; his eyes grew wide when you tugged at the collar, choking him slightly, a pornographic moan escaping his lips, his cock immediately throbbing.

“OH GOD M’GONNA CUMMM!” Bucky started to lose his pace, giving you harsh sloppy thrusts, the sounds of skin on skin and wetness squelching filling the room as he fucked all his cum into you. You slumped on top of him, out of breath while he thrusted as best as he could to get you both through your highs, whining and whimpering at the way he cock continued to drip.

You snuggled into the crook of his neck, kissing his hot skin, smiling against the black material that was still around him, the bell ringing as you toyed with it.

“You’re keeping that collar” You panted while Bucky let out a breathless chuckle, still reeling over his orgasm, body still jolting from the after shocks.

“Damn right”

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ash5monster01 · 17 days

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Hi!!! I literally discovered your blog yesterday and I'm in love with it🥰

I watched Dead poet's society last night for like the 16th time and I'm in love with Charlie, you portrayed so beautifully in your writing.

Anyway I'm babbling. Could I request him being a dad ? I just imagine him letting his little boy be able to explore his passions and his little girl breaking stereotypes

Thank you 😊😊😊

The Best I Could

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of past trauma, self doubt, super cheesy.

Summary: Charlie had his doubts about having kids knowing all the things he went through growing up, but as you watch him with your kids you realize he’s a better Dad than he ever thought he could be.

word count: 900

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The warm breeze blows softly against your skin as you rock back on forth of the porch swing. It’s a beautiful spring day, the ease of the weekend enveloping you as you live in your blissful little world. The air smells like flowers and the sun is warm. Best of all, the laughs of your small children fill the atmosphere as your husband chases them around the yard. You can’t help but realize just how blessed you are.

“Charlie” you start to scold as your little girl dangles from his arm by her ankles. Her dress is flipped over her head, revealing the bloomers beneath, and he gives you a sheepish smile as he returns his daughter upright despite her happy giggles.

“Sorry baby” he says with a grin he knows could get him out of anything. You just shake your head, laughing as your son jumps on his back. It wasn’t hard but Charlie still manages to make a show of it and falls to the ground as if the boy had actually knocked him over even though he was only a quarter of Charlie's size.

“You’re getting so strong Eli” he says proudly, laughing as he rolls to his back in the dirt. The boys grins, eyes glowing with adoration towards his father.

“Daddy can we please play baseball?” your little girls begs, already equipped with the wooden baseball bat. Charlie smiles up at her from the ground, chuckling to himself at the sight and your daughters odd love for the mostly male sport.

"Sure Marnie, get the helmet though" he tells his daughter and you smile at how he doesnt question it. In fact you gave up on that a long time ago. You just let the girl be when she decided she didn't like dolls and liked sports instead. In fact Charlie never questioned it either. When Eli said he preffered art over football your husband had a paint set in the house the next day and as for Marnie, he'd pitch a hundred balls to her as long as she was happy.

You knew his freedom with them came from years of being told there was a specific way to do things. Some unwritten set of rules about society that had been shoved down his throat for a very long time. Charlie lived in that world, was suffocated by it, so now he let your kids explore any new hobbies they wanted. He hung every single one of Eli's paintings in his home office and had bought Marnie sports gear months ago so they could practice the things she wanted. You had even watched him fight the local coach when he claimed girls couldn't join the team. When Charlie showed him the rule book said nothing about gender, the coach begrudingly had to take her on anyway. You didn't care if you were the family that got weird looks in the stands, you and Charlie always cheered the loudest.

“Nice hit Marnie” Eli claps as his sister wails the ball Charlie just threw. You watch impressed as it glides through the air. She had a strong arm, you were in for a world of trouble when she gets big enough to fight Eli back.

“Eli why don’t you toss her a few while I sit with Mama” Charlie urges the boy and he happily takes over as pitcher, winding up to try and strike out his sister who was guaranteed to hit every single one.

“Tiring you out?” you question as he jogs up the porch and lands into the swing beside you. He smiles, arm wrapping around your shoulders as he moves in motion with you.

“Just a touch, I’m not as young as I used to be” he says and you laugh, leaning to rest your head against his shoulder as you watch the kids play in the yard.

“You’re the best Dad, they really love you” you tell him, absolutely bursting with love over the beautiful family you had been blessed with. In no way were either of you doing a perfect job, but at least they were happy.

“I wouldn’t say that, I’m doing the best I can” he mutters into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your head. You roll your eyes even if he can’t see.

“You’re not them Charlie, you’re letting your kids be who they want to be and that’s a beautiful thing” you tell him and Charlie knows exactly who you’re talking about. His Parents, Nolan, all of his teachers. They had forced conformity on him for so long.

“I just don’t want the world to break them like it did me” he tells you and you sigh, knowing that life had taken a toll on him. You move your hand to rest on his stomach, holding him close.

“It won’t, because they got a really good Dad to keep them from it” you say and you can’t see the smile that covers his face or the tears that begin to rim his eyes. As he looks from you to the kids he realizes he made something of himself. Whether his Dad, Nolan, or anyone else thought different. He was happy and that was the only success he needed in the world.

“They got a really good Mom too”

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dracoxsworld · 1 year

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I told you so. - Draco M. x Reader

Summary: Reader drags Draco outside in the winter time to build a snowman, but ends up starting to get a cold. How will Draco take care of you?

warnings: none!

I got this prompt from this generator

“Come onnnnn, Draco!” You begged your boyfriend, dragging him down the castle hall.

“Y/N, it is way too cold.” Draco groaned.

“But we’re wearing so many layers! We will be fine! Pleaaaaaseeee,” You whine, clasping your hands together, begging.

“We’re going to catch a cold!” Draco exclaimed. You puckered your bottom lip, and batted your eyelashes. Draco furrowed his eyebrows at you and took a big deep breath through his nose, and exhaled. “Fine.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You and Draco ran out into the field of fluffy white snow, you kicked it up in the air, scooped some up in your arms and threw it upwards. Draco ran after you, trying to gather snowballs on his way, making them compact.

Before Draco could make his aim, you pelted one right in his face. “Gotcha Malfoy!” You laugh out loud, pointing to his snow covered face. His hands covered with dark green mittens his mother knitted for him wipe off the sparkly white snow off his now cold, red face. He immediately comes towards you, smiling from revenge. You scramble upwards and start running, but Draco is too quick. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up.

“Draco! No! Please! I’m- sor-sorry!” You say, laughing from both fear, and excitement. “Too bad, you asked for it!” Draco replied maliciously. He tossed you into a big pile of snow, you went flying with a big landing into the soft snow, like a cold pillow.

You have trouble getting unstuck from the snow, like a turtle stuck on it’s back. Draco walks up to you, his shadow covering you. “Would you like some help?” He suggests. You pout at him. “Please,” you beg. He sticks out his mittened hand and you take it, he yanks you out of the snow.

You start rolling snow into a ball. “Watch it, I’ll pelt you again!” Draco threatened, putting his hand up in defense. “Easy, tiger.” You tease. “I wanna build a snowman with you!” You huff as you continue to roll the snowball, slowly growing bigger. “It’s cold, y/n. Your nose is red, we should go inside before you catch a cold.” Draco said, watching you work. You stop rolling your snowball that is now up to your knees and look at your boyfriend who has snowflakes clinging to his eyelashes. “Draco please, I promise once we’re done with this we will go inside, I feel fine,” You plead with him. You pucker your lower lip at him, and give him the biggest puppy dog eyes possible. Draco groans and rolls his eyes.

“If you’re sick…”

“I’m not sick! I won’t get sick.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You and Draco finish the snowman with perfect pebble buttons, a potato nose (you couldn’t find a carrot) and pebble eyes. You both stand in front of your frozen admiring it. “Let’s name him… Nelson.” you decided. Draco scoffed at you. “Nelson.. please don’t tell me you’re going to name our future son Nelson.”

“Of course not.” You assure him. “I’m gonna name him Hermes.” You joke. Draco’s head snapped in your direction. “You’re joking, right?” He asked seriously. You let out a laugh and playfully push him. “Obviously.”

You both laughed until you were interrupted. “Achoo!” You sneezed. Draco’s smile immediately dropped. “Y/f/n.”

“It’s just a sneeze, Draco!” You exclaim as he picks you up over his shoulder.

Draco takes you to his dorm room and flops you onto his big, comfy bed. He helps you take off your snow boots, parka, and thermal undergarments. He gives you a big, comfy, soft hoodie of his with his quidditch number on the back. He gives you a pair of boxers to wear as shorts. “Get under the covers and stay there. I’m going to get you soup.” Draco demanded. You nod and cozy underneath the covers. You can feel your eyelids getting heavier. All of a sudden you start dozing off. Just as you hit a deep sleep, his dorm room door swings open. Your eyes shoot open and see your boyfriend come in with a tray with tea, honey, sugar cubes and soup.

“You know, I love me a good ‘I told you so.’ But you’re sick, so I won’t.” Draco said while mixing honey and sugar into your tea.

“Go ahead.” I said, congested.

“With what?”

“Tell me you told me so.”

“Nah; I’ll let you off the hook. My poor baby is sick.” Draco said sympathetically.

You insisted you were able to eat on your own, but Draco insisted even more to help you. He fed you, had you drink tea, and wrapped you in a big blanket.

You are cocooned in the blanket, laying on his chest.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yes Draco?”

“I love you.” He said simply, his hand trailing up and down your spine.

“But I told you so.” He added, with a small chuckle.

#draco malfoy #draco fic #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco fanfiction #draco #harry potter universe #draco fluff #draco imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco x reader fluff #draco malfoy x reader fluff

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pocketramblr · 1 year

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You mentioned you wanted happy asks for the 5 hc game, so consider:

au where Izuku can use 100% of ofa off the bat without hurting himself like All Might, he is simply unable to lower the percentage below 100%

oh thanks- tho i do think its funny thats about as happy as you can stretch lol

1- so, izuku blows the zero pointer away and doesn't break any bones. part of that's his own body, part of that's uraraka stopping him from going splat. he's very happy, though of course careful not to use his quirk in public or at school- better Aldera doesn't question him suddenly having one, after all.

2- Izuku begins to suspect there's a problem during the quirk assessment test- he's doing great at dashes and jumps and throws, but has very little control- skidding to a stop well after the end of the run, accidentally blowing back the unfortunate classmate behind him, having a long way to run back normally after the jump, breaking the grip test machine, etc. by the time he gets to the ball toss, he's genuinely afraid he's going to change the weather, but well, has to give it ago anyway. (it doesn't change the weather... yet)

3- Aizawa (temporarily) expels Mineta, who in Izuku scoring better was bumped down to 20th place. he says its weird All Might was watching. after, Izuku tells All Might about his concerns, and All Might changes his first lesson- he splits the kids into two groups, based on if they need to focus on getting stronger (Hagakure, Ojiro, Uraraka, etc), or learning more control (Izuku, Kaminari, Aoyama.) Bakugo is in the 'control' group and pissed that he's in the same group as Deku when he obviously needs to get stronger, having not ranked first the other day. All Might tries to explain that's because he saw Bakugo blow up at a classmate but Bakugo just ignores him and moves to the power group instead. (very... real high school teacher experience there). Todoroki's also in the control group mostly because All Might figured he didn't need more ice power, but he stays to snoop on Izuku and AM being kinda sus.

They still don't make much progress on Izuku using less than 100% tho

4- USJ... Izuku and Tsuyu are on the boat, and Izuku very carefully does the smallest jump he can manage to offset OfA's power, but he and Tsu still clear the entire USj and crack the cement when they land. Tsu goes to help the others and Izuku goes to help Aizawa, throwing a punch at Shigaraki and let's just say, Tomura is sooooooo lucky the nomu jumped in the way because yeah. Nomu gets sent back and Shigaraki is like ".... hey thats supposed to handle All Might at 100%" and izukus like "..... is it now". So Izuku's basically jumping back and forth to hit and get away from nomu to keep anyone else from being injured again, but he's not as practices as All Might and the whole plaza is getting torn up for it, sometimes he ends up jumping too far into another area, etc.

but at the end when All Might gets there, they get to both beat up Nomu together so that's cool :) they deserve more team fights

5- after, RG insists on checking All Might over and Izuku too, even though he says he's fine, and once they're alone RG yells at All Might that if he isn't going to call Gran Torino, she is, since not being able to control his output level is putting him at risk, but also every single one of his classmates- what's he supposed to do once they start training against each other?? Toshinori sighs, but agrees.

#anon #pocket talks to people #ask game

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Baseball Bakugou and Kirishima? I don’t know a thing about baseball but in honour of the new OVA I have brainrot.

You can’t help but squirm in your seat at the sight of them, preparing for the match. Practising their throws as Bakugou and Kirishima throw a ball back and forth. Their arms pulled back as they shoot a ball across the pitch with such precision. Baseball caps holding down their hair and blocking their eyes from the harsh sun as messy spikes peek out from beneath the hem.

The way Bakugou’s white pants cling to his legs as he throws a thigh up to add some extra strength to his pitch. Thick veins in his arms bulging as he throws the ball, displaying the ferocious power behind his pitch that would make most men cower out of the way of the ball as Kirishima stands behind the batter ready to catch it. His catcher helmet protecting his face, not that he needs it with Bakugou as the pitcher, his toothy smirk visible through the metal grates.

Bakugou throws with such precision you barely see the ball soaring through the air as the batter swings way too late, the ball already safe in Kirishima’s hands as he holds it in the air, chest puffed out as he looks even larger in the safety vest.

Bakugou gives his best friend a smirk before he turns to the crowd, trying to catch your gaze as he looks for silent praise from you. He’ll never admit it, but he loves whenever you come to his games. Loves showing off and proving to you just how good he is— not that you need any explanation. It’s evident from the way the crowd roars as Bakugou turns back to pitch, another ball in his hands as he tosses it up in the air playfully as he positions himself, clearly trying to intimidate the batter as he moves back into position. Thankful for the way his kit hugs his body as you let your eyes roam his frame, ignoring the way he throws the ball as your eyes focus on the fabric tightening around his ass.

Another fastball soars past the batter as Kirishima catches it with ease, the crowd roaring with glee as Bakugou turns to give you a final glance before he begins to jog towards first base to cover it. Knowing that he’s just as good at catching balls as Kirishima so the other team better be weary.

When it comes to teams switching Kirishima steps up with his bat, kicking the dirt with his shoes as he positions himself. The huge stature of him towers over the poor catcher behind him who can barely see past his hulking form. Even the pitchers intimidated as they situate themselves on the mound as they get ready to throw. Kirishima holding the bat up around his shoulders as he smirks at his opponent, the sight of him has your heart racing as the uniform does little to hide just how large he is.

A screwball flies towards him but Kirishima swings perfectly, hitting the trick ball as he knocks it practically to the other side of the pitch.

There’s something stunning about watching Kirishima when he runs, watching him sprint to each base. Giving you the perfect view of him as you watch from the stands, cheering with the crowd as you see the beads of sweat begin to glisten on his face under the harsh sun as he slides into the mound just before the opposing team catch the ball. The dust from the pitch leaving dark lines against his uniform, only adding to how alluring he looks now coveted in sweat and dirt as he cheers from his position.

Just imagining them both having their own custom gear too- their bats and helmets designed in their signature colours, even though their uniform stays the team colours.

Watching as Kirishima and Bakugou move to leave the pitch victorious. Kirishima stopping to hand a baseball to a young fan in one of the first few rows as he poses for pictures, all smiles behind his helmet as he slings an arm over their shoulders.

Bakugou instead making a beeline directly for you, smirking as he leans over the bleachers to press a kiss to your lips, his upper lip sweaty against you as he grins into the kiss. Hands clinging to your waist to pull you over the front row and into his arms. Uncaring that everyone can see you both as he gets his reward for the team win— his favourite part about having you at games is that you get to see him win.

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Everybody Wants You | 6

Everybody Wants You Masterlist

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Good morning freaks! Who’s ready to play some ball?”

The team cheered as they made their way onto the field, Jake’s grin contagious as they drop their gear into the dugout.

“Hey! Where’s our Foxy Mamas?” Javy questions. “They have the balls.”

“Right here!” Locklyn shouts as she carries two buckets onto the field.

“You miss us that much Machado?” Nat laughs, tossing the glove she was carrying at him. “You forgot this.”

“I only ever miss you Trace.” Javy flirts causing his teammates to whistle.

“Javy’s got a thing for the team manager? Man you’re screwed!” Rueban laughs.

Javy rolls his eyes with a blush, shaking his head. “No, no I don’t.” He mumbles, quickly changing the subject.

“Aww Javy, did someone hurt your feelings?” Nat teases, wiggling her brows playfully. “I wouldn’t worry, I’d probably still want to fuck you, if you were willing.” She whispers with a wink.

Locklyn rolls her eyes, shaking her head at the two. “You guys are disgusting.” She gags as the team jogs out to warm up on the grass.

“Please, we aren’t that bad.” Nat laughs.

“Until you tell everyone that you guys are together now, its that bad.” Locklyn laughs as she grabs one of the ball buckets.

“Hey, we’ve been dating for almost 3 months, we know how not to act weird.” Nat argues, frowning at her best friend. Nat jogs to catch up with Locklyn who is halfway across the field.

Locklyn just chuckles. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” She says softly, putting the bucket down on a bench next to her. “I don’t mean to tease you guys.”

“I know it's weird now that you and Jake are done but look on the brightside, we still rule the team.”

“Hell yeah we do!” Locklyn laughs, dropping the bucket onto the pitcher's mound.

“Machado, Fitch, Vikander, Lee, Seresin! You guys are batting first. Everyone else is in the field!” Nat shouts to the boys. “Garcia! You’re catcher!”

“Bradshaw!” Locklyn shouts, catching Bradley’s attention. He turns, smiling at her call. “Show off your pitches.”

“Yes ma’am.” Bradley grins, jogging up to her. She tosses a ball at him and laughs as he catches it.

“Don’t be a hot head.” She warns. “Javy and Jake are our best batters so they’ll talk some shit.”

“I can handle them.” Bradley smiles.

“I’m sure you can.” She smiles back. “Good luck.” He nods before running to the plate, crouching down and getting ready to throw.

As Bradley sends his first pitch towards Javy, the girls can hear Mickey call a strike.

“Come on, Machado!” Nat yells from the dugout. “Get that bat out of your ass and make it count!”

Bradley shakes his head as he winds up again, sending the ball straight for Mickey’s glove, this time Javy actually hits the ball, sending it flying toward second base, nearly hitting the baseman.

“Oh thank god!” Nate exclaims as they cycle through each player.

It was hours later, and a round of freshman batting practice despite Locklyn and Nat’s protests, that they wrapped up practice. Locklyn was still cleaning up the dugout as the last of the boys left. She hummed softly as she picked up some of the trash left behind.

“Hey darling.”

Locklyn freezes in place at the voice. “What do you want, Jacob?”

“I just wanted to see how things were going. It’s been awhile since we’ve talked.” Jake explains, walking over to her.

“Its been 24 hours, Jake.” She frowns.

Jake takes a step closer, taking a hold of her wrist and squeezing gently. “And its been the worst 24 hours of my life, Locks.”

“Leave me alone.” She mutters, trying to pull her hand away.

“Why? Give me one good reason and I’ll walk away.” Jake says softly, moving closer to her. She takes a step back.

“I broke up with you.”

“Doesn’t change how I feel.” Jake insists, his grip tightening slightly.

Locklyn huffs, looking away, tears forming in her eyes. Her heart aches, longing to be held by the man who loved her once. But she couldn’t, not anymore. “Cause if you don’t walk away now I won’t be able to stop myself.” She says, taking another step back, feeling the brick wall of the dugout at her back.

“Locks,” Jake sighs deeply, taking another step forward, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. “If you want me to leave, then just say the word.”

Locklyn breathes deeply, willing the words to come out but they don’t, all she hears is herself muttering “Stay,” and Jake presses his lips firmly against hers. She responds immediately, kissing him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jake’s hands find their way under her shirt, caressing her waist. Their kiss deepens, tongues meeting, hands pulling at hair and clothing alike.

When they finally break apart Locklyn tries desperately to breathe, her chest rising and falling heavily as she leans back against the wall, clutching tightly at the hem of Jake’s t-shirt.

“Locks.” Jake breathes, leaning forward for a quick peck on the cheek. “We should go home.”

She swallows thickly. “Do we really need to go?”

“What are you suggesting?” Locklyn doesn’t answer but presses her lips to his again. “Locks…”

“Stop talking, Jakey.” She whimpers, pulling him closer, wanting nothing more than to forget about everything for just a few minutes. “Just for tonight. Please.”

“I can’t promise anything.”

“Just for tonight.” She repeats quietly, letting out a soft moan as Jake begins nipping lightly at her neck.

Jake pulls back slowly, his lips trailing feather-light kisses down her jaw and along her neck as he continues his action. His hands move from her waist to her back, holding her closer to his body

“Jacob.” She moans, biting her lip when he licks at the sensitive skin near her collarbone. He smirks against her neck, his teeth grazing her skin and making her shiver. “Please….”

He stops, looking down at her as she looks up at him, her brown eyes glinting with lust. “You know I can never resist you.” He whispers huskily. Locklyn lets out a shaky breath as he presses a small kiss to her forehead. “Tell me you want this too. Cause once we start, I may not be able to stop.” He admits, leaning down, pressing his lips against her own.

Locklyn melts into his touch. She closes her eyes, kissing him softly. “So much.” She whispers between their lips, pushing against him harder.

Jake groans at her words, tugging her as close as possible. His tongue slips inside, exploring her mouth. She feels him slip his hands underneath her shirt, sliding up under the cup of her bra, palming her breast.

Locklyn gasps, lifting her leg up around his waist and grinding against his semi hard erection. His thumb brushes over her nipple, rubbing it softly. The friction causes her to arch her back into his touch, moaning. Jake smirks against her lips as he pulls away slightly. “Are you sure you wanna do this, Locks?” he asks lowly, his smirk growing wider.

“Damn straight.” She growls, grabbing the front of his shirt in her fist. He smirks again before lowering his lips to hers, kissing her roughly as he tugged her shirt up. As soon as her top hits the ground he removes his hand, removing his tshirt and tossing it aside. Locklyn stares at his naked torso, taking him in completely. “God I missed you.” She gasps as Jake’s hands move down towards her leggings. She drops her leg enough for him to pull off both her leggings and panties.

She stands there, naked except for her sports bra, watching him. After removing them, he moves towards her slowly. He places a gentle hand on her hip, guiding her toward the bench, gently setting her down, spreading her thighs open with his hands. He runs his fingers through her folds causing her to whimper, squirming underneath him. He lowers himself so his knees his face even with her cunt as he gently slips a finger in. She grips the edge of the bench and bites her lip, eyes closing in pleasure.

“Look at me Locks.” She complies and his eyes search hers. “You look beautiful but I bet you still taste amazing.” He praises as he removes his finger only to replace it with his tongue licking from her hole to her clit. Locklyn clenches around nothing at the sensation, her other hand gripping the edge of the bench even tighter. Jake moans at the taste, swirling his tongue around her clit. He slowly slides two fingers in and out of her, adding a third after a few pumps. Locklyn arches her back, letting out a loud moan, nails digging into the wood. She starts to grind against his tongue thats now massaging her clit. “You’re so wet for me, Locks.” He murmurs, his hands sliding further into her pussy, giving her a better angle.

“Fuck, yes, fuck, yes. More, please Jake.” She whines.

He does as she says, thrusting his fingers in and out of her faster. Locklyn throws her head back, letting out a loud moan. “Shit, Jake, please. Don’t stop.” She pleads, her hips bucking against his hand, feeling like she could cum any moment.

Jake grins against her clit, continuing to suck on her and working his fingers in and out of her faster, feeling her walls tighten around him. Locklyn whimpers at the feeling, her orgasm getting closer. She feels his grin against her as he continues, pulling her release from her.

“Oh god!” She screams loudly, reaching her climax. Jake groans as he replaces his fingers with his tongue tasting every drop of her release. Locklyn pants heavily as he withdraws, pausing for a second before picking her up and pinning her against the wall with his body, trying to work his pants off as they kiss.

“Take me…please.” She begs and Jake smirks down at her before slowly entering her, burying himself inside her. She gasps as he slowly moves in and out. She links her ankles together on his back, her nails scratching his back as he thrusts faster, hitting the deepest parts of her soaked cunt.

Locklyn lets out a quiet moan, holding tighter to him. He moves faster, pounding into her, making her cry out in pleasure. They kiss fiercely, the sound of flesh slapping flesh mixing with muffled moans and cries of pleasure filling the air.

“Jake!” Locklyn moans.

“Fuck darling, I love how tight you are for me.” Jake groans, pumping hard. “God you feel amazing.” He adds, pulling out slowly before slamming back in hard. “Cum for me, darling.” He moans loudly, hitting her g spot again. Locklyn throws her head back, crying out loudly.

“JAKE!” She screams, feeling a hot burst fill her, filling her stomach, and exploding within her. She falls limp in Jake’s arms as her orgasm continues flowing, leaving her shaking from the intensity of it. Jake follows shortly after, resting an arm on the wall behind her to keep himself up as he releases inside of her. Locklyn wraps her arms tightly around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck .

“I love you.” Jake mumbles. Locklyn’s breath catches in her throat. The full realization of what just happened hitting her.

“I… I lo—“

“You don’t have to say it, Locks. Let me earn it back, please.” Jake says softly, pulling back to look in her eyes.

“Okay.” She nods, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “We should probably go before someone sees us.”

“Good idea.” Jake smiles, setting her down before gathering their discarded clothes.

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Gwynriel Week 1 Day 4 - "You're the new ribbon Az"

Vaguely inspired by this lovely artwork.

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Rhys approached the small crowd that had gathered in the training ring, having been summoned by Feyre, who had been training with the Valkyrie that morning. The tension and concern quickly drained out of him, morphing into bemusement, as he observed what was happening. Unsurprisingly, he spotted Mor and Amren perched on lounge chairs nearby, glasses of wine in hand as they observed the show.

Cassian stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his massive chest, shaking his head as he watched. Beside him, his mate and Emerie were half hunched in silent laughter. Rhys carefully made his way to his mate, who stood next to Cassian, also clearly amused. The priestesses still lingering to watch, quickly bowed out of his way as he passed them and he greeted them with polite nods.

He had a better view once he joined them and nearly burst out laughing himself. Gwyn and Azriel stood across from targets, blindly firing arrows as they glared at each other. Or, more accurately, Gwyn was glaring, and Az was smirking. It did not escape Rhys' notice that the Shadowsinger's shadows would stealthily snap out on occasion to either straighten the path of Gwyn's arrow, or knock their masters' slightly off course. A small group of nervous looking acolytes stood behind them, dumping arrows into their quivers as they emptied and the targets were littered with arrows, some broken or split in half and he was half surprised they hadn't fallen from the weight.

"How long have they been at this?" he murmured.

Feyre snorted. "Oh, about... a quarter hour?"

He blinked, somewhat startled. Cassian shot him an amused grin. "They started with daggers." He nodded to the opposite end of the room where Rhys found a pair of practice dummies riddled with an alarming amount of knives.

Brows lifted, his attention turned back to the dueling pair who were still glaring at each other. "Have they even looked once at the targets? Who's keeping score?"

"Oh, we gave up on that about 5 minutes in when they started throwing daggers too fast for us to tell who landed what," Emerie explained, still laughing. "They kept trying to hit each other's targets, as well as their own."

"And, of course, the more Az goaded her, the more determined Gwyn became to beat him. Hence that truly impressive scowl," Nesta's silver eyes flashed with vicious delight.

He flashed her a grin. "Do you think they're even aware anyone else is still here?" he asked no one in particular. "Or do you suppose they think their quivers are being magically refilled?"

"Who knows," Feyre chuckled. "I'm not sure they've said a word for at least ten minutes. And I'm afraid if she glares any harder, Azriel will burst into flames."

Just then, Azriel's crooning voice drew their attention back to the spectacle. "Give it up, Berdara. You can't beat me without cheating. Admit it." Casually tossing aside his weapon, Azriel's smirk turned condescending. "Your aim has improved, but you're still leagues behind me, sweetheart."

Emerie hissed quietly and winced as Gwyn bristled, tossing down her bow. "Don't call me sweetheart," she said through gritted teeth. "You- decrepit old bat."

The acolytes carefully backed away from them as Azriel let out a menacing chuckle and stepped closer. To her credit, Gwyn didn't back down, just balled her fists at her sides and continued glaring up at him.

"Well, this old bat is still kicking your ass, little one."

A snarl curled her lips, and Rhys could've sworn her hair seemed to glow a brighter shade of red. "Yes, that's quite the boast, Spymaster. A female with barely a year of training, nearly bested your centuries worth. Perhaps you should practice more, your skills are bit dusty- sorry, rusty. Oh, ancient one."

This time, it was Azriel who bristled, even as he tried to play off his pricked pride with a scoff. "You only hit as many targets as me because my shadows decided to help you out."

Gwyn's snarl slid into a smirk as she taunted, "Because they like me better." As if in confirmation of that bold fact, Rhys saw- to his astonishment- a few brave souls dart out to wreath the priestess' shoulders.

At that point, the argument devolved into childish bickering. All the while, the two gradually inched closer until they were nearly chest to chest, their faces a breath apart. Mor, he noticed, was on the edge of her seat, watching intently and he swore he spotted gold changing hands between Cassian and Feyre when, instead of the kiss that seemed inevitable, Gwyn sniffed and shoved past Azriel, ignoring them all. The remaining priestesses quickly scattered.

For a long moment, Azriel stared at nothing, looking vaguely disturbed, as Nesta and Emerie burst into laughter and Feyre tsked in annoyance. Mor fell back into her seat with an annoyed huff. And Cassian... grinned while counting out ten gold coins. For his part, Rhys just observed, caught between confusion and amusement.

He'd noticed Azriel's protectiveness towards the young priestess before, particularly after she'd been taken into the Blood Rite but, at the time, he'd written it off as concern for one of his students. He was not unaware that Azriel was the reason Gwyn had been brought to the Library, but she was certainly not the only female he'd had a hand in rescuing over the years and, unlike most, she seemed almost bizarrely unfazed by him. Utterly unafraid to challenge him.

An admirable quality to be sure.

Now, he wondered if perhaps there was more going on up in the House of Wind than he'd previously been aware of.

To round out the strange morning, he watched his brother startle when Nesta sauntered over, and slapped a hand on his shoulder. Like he'd been snapped out of a daze, Az blinked and shook his head before glancing down. "I told you Az," Nesta teased. "You're the new ribbon."

At that curious statement, Rhys glanced towards his mate who shrugged. With one last contemplative glance at Azriel, Rhys turned back for the house. "Where are you going?" his mate's voice spoke in his mind.

"To have a chat with a priestess."

#Rhys being a busybody... as usual #gwynriel #gwynrielweeks2023 #gwyn x azriel #gwyn and azriel #gwyneth x azriel #azriel and gwyn #azriel x gwyn

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 11 months

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can i request “of all the idiots in the realm, im trapped with you” with wooyoung?

YESSSSS

[Choose a prompt and send me an idol! I’ll write a drabble for it]

You hit your head against the back of the cold cave wall while you watched the fools' errand happen in front of you. Wooyoung, meanwhile, continued to pull rocks from the caved-in entrance and toss them aside.

"Just give it up, Woo, we're done," you laid your sword next to you while Wooyoung shook his head.

"Nuh uh, I just gotta..." he huffs and takes a deep breath before picking up another rock and hauling it aside, "focus here..." he finally finishes his thought and grabs another rock, causing more to slide down and take its place.

"Of all the idiots in the realm, I'm trapped with you," you covered your face with your hands and Wooyoung turns to you with his normal wide grin.

"Well, it could be worse," he says with hands on his hips.

"How? How could this be worse?" Your hands left your face and tensed before settling on your lap and staring at him, his usual aloof smile still on his face.

"You could be trapped with San."

"Good god, I think I'd rather die," you dragged a tired hand down your face and took a deep breath. "Okay, what's your plan, Woo?"

"Dig through the rocks until we see daylight!"

"We'd might as well prepare to be here for a while than waste our time doing that," you eyes the rocks he'd thrown aside already. "Something realistic, Wooyoung."

"Uh..." he crosses his arms and shivers. "Christ, it's cold," he shudders. Then, as if he'd been hit with a moment of realization, he turns to you. "Are you cold?"

"Huh?"

"Cold, are you cold?"

"I mean, yes, of course I'm cold. That dastardly draft is..." you trailed off and Wooyoung's smile grew. "There's a draft!"

"Meaning there's another opening at the end of the cave!" Wooyoung pumps his fist in the air and, when he brings it back down, he opens his hand and a small ball of fire hovers above it. "Shall we go on an adventure?" He asks.

"Beats being buried alive," you opened your hand and, in a slight wave, your sword returns to you, "lead the way!"

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Head Above Water

Pairing: Murayama Yoshiki x f!reader

Summary: Murayama's birthday falls on possibly the worst time in his life, and the worst part is that he has to deal with it alone until he visits a spot he considered special

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing

Authors Note: I rewatched a bit of H&L and Murayama Whores, I got you 💪also, if anyone has a Mikey (tokrev) fics pls tag🥺 god the quality of the banner get worse and worse I'm so sorry

Request: none but every Murayama lover wants content for our goblin boy

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He kept asking himself why the sun wasn't shining as much anymore. It seemed to have been rather gloomy and overcast for ages when it was only spring. He should've been happy, it was his birthday. He woke up fine, nothing was broken, Todoroki was nowhere in sight, S.W.O.R.D was calm; everything was running smoothly. Seki, in his best efforts, had made him a cake and the part-timers pulled their finances together to buy him tickets to the upcoming baseball game he desperately wanted to see. But he didn't feel that same joy now that he could actually see the game. Perhaps it was because she promised to go with him, and wear matching jerseys. He remembered the grin on her lips - the kind of joy that made the corner of her eyes wrinkle - when they had discussed it. He thought about the homemade dinner that would await him at home since he adored her cooking over anything else. She wasn't an exceptional cook, but something about the love she poured into it really melted his heart. But he had, in a simplistic way, fucked up. And that fucked him up, after he thanked the guys for his birthday celebrations with a forced smile, he left with a painful ache in his chest. He couldn't bring himself to deal with Oya, it was partially the problem. Y/n was more important, and he hated how long it took him to mature to realise that.

The baseball hitting cages. What a miserable place to be now. As he sat with his back against the chains, facing out into the field, it was then he realised how dingy and dirty they actually were. Why he ever found peace in that place was incomprehensible now. His mind was fuzzy, losing his understanding in why y/n wanted to hang out with him there. But it was bittersweet. Watching the ghost of her body holding a bat, his ghost behind her, enveloping her in his arms to get the position and footing correct, peppering a cheeky kiss to her neck. God he could practically hear her giggles ringing in his ears again. Those shimmery days were over. All that was left was the ghost of her, lingering in that rusty cage under the grey clouds while his head smacked against the metal chains in frustration. He was such an idiot. He wasn't used to wearing his bomber jacket, the blue one with the gold sleeves? Yeah, that one. She usually wore it instead, it was like a piece of him was always with her in comfort. All he felt was discomfort, her scent still grappling onto it for the last time.

His chest heaved a shaky sigh. Practically pulling himself up to his weak feet, he grabbed and bat and positioned himself, preparing to hit a ball. Tossing a ball, he hit it perfectly with a heavy 'clack!', losing sight of it as it disappeared over the field. Moments like these were nasty for his head: 'if you went to a normal school, you'd be a good baseball player! And I could watch your games!'. She was right, and he would've loved every minute of it. Hearing her cheer his name above the crowd, giving him victory kisses, scolding him for not trying his best. But he was a delinquent mess and he was just spiralling. Preparing for another hit, he drew his arm up into position and tossed the ball. But it never made the hit. Yoshiki's arms dropped, the bat slipping out his palm and his knees buckling until he was back on his arse, hanging his head. Heart pounding in his chest, eyes stinging and throat swelling - he felt like he was drowning. Y/n was the most valuable thing in his life but he put Oya first, assisting those matters above the person who kept his head above water.

"Fuck!" He sobbed, slamming his fist into the AstroTurf, "God-fucking-damnit, Yoshiki! You arsehole!" Hot tears flooded his vision, he hadn't sobbed this hard since he was a child. His stomach dropped, sitting back into the chains, burying his face into his rough hands. If love could make you feel this pathetic then he didn't like it, but he felt pathetic because of y/n, and he was okay with that because the overriding capacity of love and adoration he felt for her was too much to even hate. She was everything to him and he lost her.

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Six o'clock in the evening rolled over, and Murayama had cried himself dry. He hadn't moved from his previous position, but nor could he even feel his limbs anymore. His dark eyes just aimlessly stared into the sunset, fingers fiddling with the matching necklace they had bought a while back. The school was silent now, mostly, he could still hear full timers scurrying around like bugs. He closed his eyes and inhaled.

"Were you crying?" Her voice was small and shaky. Murayama opened his eyes slowly, they stung from the tears but seeing her face again made it bearable. Stumbling to his feet, using the cage to steady himself, he wiped his red eyes.

"You actually came?" He mumbled, almost choking back more tears. Y/n nodded, kicking a loose pebble across the floor. Her heart shattered upon seeing his state, the most distraught and weakest she'd even seen him. How long was he sat there? Scratch that, how long was he crying for, he looked sunken!

Carefully stepping towards his figure, she wrapped her arms around his dejected form only to feel his muscular arms wind themselves around her shoulders firmly. A smile couldn't help but tug at her lips, hearing his sobs muffled in her neck, tears pricking at her own tearducts. "Just like I promised, Shiki."

"I'm so sorry, I was so fucking stupid. You're everything to me and I threw that away for some fucking fight. I'm so sorry, I really love you, y/n." Yoshiki's voice wavered a bit before breaking entirely, only sobbing harder and pulling her closer, his hands dropping to her waist.

Pulling away gently, y/n placed her small hands on his cheeks, wiping his tears away with her thumbs. Pleasant tingles shot through his body at the long-awaited contact, he missed her soft skin on his. She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated, "I thought letting you go was the hardest thing I had to do," His breathed hitched, fingers scrunching the fabric of her hoodie, tears welling in preparation for the worst possible outcome, "But actually, the hardest part was being away from you, knowing that I still love you."

"Will...Will you be my girlfriend again, y/n?" He sniffed, melting into her hand on his cheek. Y/n nodded, placing a long kiss on his lips. All the energy and electricity he once had sparked up again in his body like a circuit, feeling his personality surge through his veins again and life rise back into him aa if the sunshine was breaking through the gloom. He wasn't drowning anymore, his breathing calmed as if his head had broken the surface of the ocean he'd been dumped in.

"Now come on, let's go home. We have a baseball game to watch tomorrow, and I got us matching jerseys." Smiling again, Murayama pulled y/n into a chaste kiss before motioning to carry her on his back, like old times, down the street under the orange hues of the sky.

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FROM THE HEART BABEY

neos ultra: "i... i don't need a reason to help people." you put the orb down and grab your sword with both hands, "but if you want one? fine. how about this?!" as XCITE-BALL launches an attack you hit it with the sword like a baseball bat! "i'm gonna help you..."

neos ultra: "BECAUSE MY HEART IS BURNING WITH AN AWESOME POWER!!!" you complete the slash and send XCITE-BALL rocketing towards the big white sky-square in every cyberspace, "AND THIS BURNING FLAME TELLS ME TO SAVE YOU! SO TAKE THIS!"

-you leap grab the orb and leak into the air, tossing the orb out so it enters the real world while you ready an attack for XCITE-BALL,

neos ultra: "BLAAAADE-STOOORRRM!!!" you unleash an impossibly fast barrage of slashes! each one shooting out an energy wave that goes straight for your enemy!

XCITE-BALL: "WAAAAAAWWAWAWAWAWAWAAWAW-" the EVN is diced up into perfect cubes! they all float in the air for a second before it logs out, returning to netzy's terminal.

-as you fall to the ground, you feel the fatigue of one of those super moves set in...

-but you're not done yet!

neos ultra: "LOG OUT!" you exit the machine and look around, netzy's made a run for it but sho-co has the orb secured! she gives a thumbs up as you hear someone running up stairs, it's gotta be netzy!

-you chase after and go back to ultra-style, going up all the stairs until you reach the roof, and find them waiting. leaning on the safety rails and looking out over the concert hall.

netzy: "i know she's a monster. she's killed people for god sake i KNOW i should never trust her but... who the hell else can i turn to? YOU? you're just some EVN. you don't even have a heart to-" they turn around. and see you.

geo: "my name is geo solar." the real you. " and... my parents are dead too... my mom died when i was born and my dad, he supported me so much when he was alive. everything i chose to do, what i really needed to be, he was there for me. i know what pain you're going through,"

-you hold out a hand. bags under your eyes, a shakey smile, messy hair, sickly pale skin, your whole body shaking with fear and anxiety so visible it hurts.

-and you still hold out that hand.

geo: "let's face that pain... together!" they stare at you for a second, with tears in their eyes and a look of utter shock... before they take your hand.

-and pull you into a kiss right on the lips. it soon breaks and they wipe away the tears and smile.

netzy: "i... thank you. i don't even know if you can help but just... thank you geo." they walk back to the stairs... while you are stunned, blushing so hard you're whole body is red as a tomato...

-after a while, someone taps your shoulder.

sho-co: "hey nerd. you good? you alive?" you're still stunned... "i found the contract that's keeping netzy here so if we blow up up theeeeen" THAT snaps you out!

neos ultra: "OKAY THANK YOU AWESOME LETS GO!!!" you don't even notice yourself transform as you pick up sho-co and she points the way to the manager's office as you sprint through the halls, knocking over several people and objects on the way.

-breaking down the door you spot the manager in his room counting his zennys,

manager: "EY WHO THE F- WHAT DO YOU WANT? you want a contract? i can get you movie deals and-" you jump into his desk and send his money flying everywhere,

sho-co: "yeah i'm his uh. manager. i'm gonna let him do the talking."

neos ultra: "LET NETZY LEAVE AND BREAK YOUR CONTRACT. NOW."

manager: "HAH! and why would i go'n do that huh?"

what do you do?

-attack him

-attack his money

#neos ultra

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30 Days of Smut Snippets - Day 27

An anon asked for subtle public humiliation back when I asked for smut snippet prompts. I’ve been sitting on it not knowing where to take it, but I just came up with this! (Also, the internet says that Brits call ping pong paddles ‘bats,’ but the internet has lied to me before about ‘common’ British words, so I’m just sticking to ‘paddle’ lol)

“Alright, me and Li against Niall and H,” Louis said, pointing at each of them in turn with his table tennis paddle. “Let’s go.” He hit the palm of his hand with it once, sending a loud smack through the air.

Harry flinched at the sound as it struck his ears, the echo of it stirring between his hips before settling deep in his groin. His body was familiar with that sound, the one that meant Louis was about to bend him over the bed and spank him until he cried and begged to be fucked. Harry’s teeth fell to his bottom lip instinctively as his gaze darted over to Louis.

Louis caught the boy’s eye with a look of confused concern, until Harry saw the moment that it clicked. Louis’ eyes grew mischievous, but he said nothing as Harry stood up and looked away.

“I am so ready for this,” Louis finally spoke when the other boys reached the table. He looked directly at Harry before giving his hand another harsh smack, a hint of a smirk forming on his lips.

“Louis,” Harry hissed, feeling his cheeks fading to pink as his cock grew hard in his shorts. He watched as Louis traced over the edge of the paddle with his index finger, the way Harry had seen him do countless times to their kink paddle at home.

“Oh, don’t worry, love,” Louis said casually, his voice light and teasing. “I’ll try not to beat your arse too badly.” WHACK!

“Louiiis,” Harry whined lowly, fingers tapping nervously at his own paddle. He could feel his pants becoming damp against the head of his dick, and he bit back a moan before mouthing a quick, “Stop it.”

“It’ll be fine, mate,” Niall said as he cluelessly clapped Harry on the shoulder, causing the boy to jump. “We’ll win this.”

“We’ll see,” Louis said, tossing the paddle in a quick flip before catching it again and winking at Harry. “Loser gets a punishment.”

Harry swallowed and blinked hard, taking the ball he was being handed. There was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on the game with a hard-on. Combined with the playful grin and wicked stare Louis was shooting at him, as well as the memory of smacking still ringing in his ears and twitching in his dick, he didn’t stand a chance.

(Find the rest here)

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Hey, now that I think about it, I played intramural softball over this past spring, and during a practice I pitched a ball to a friend and got absolutely hammered in the left thigh by his return swing. I'm going to describe what happened to my leg under the cut, if anyone wants some info on mild(?) blunt force trauma for writing and such. CW: picturs and descriptions of a semisevere bruise under the cut

This was over a month ago so the details are a little bit hazy, but essentially I pitched him the ball (slow pitch, which means an underhand toss with arc and no swinging windup), he hit it, it bounced once off the ground, and then it hit me in the left thigh about 5 inches up from the knee and two inches to the inside. Now, this guy can swing, as I've managed to slow pitch him homeruns, and that's exactly what he was going for during this hit. So, as you can imagine, it hurt a lot. Another friend was filming in case he hit a home run, and in the video you hear 3 loud smacks of the ball hitting the bat, a slightly quieter sound of the ball hitting the dirt, and then arguably the loudest of the 3 being the ball hitting me in the leg.

First of all, it was instant pain. It was almost like a slow collapse into a crouch, my hand automatically came out of my glove, and I was just there with fully bended knee staring off into the distance trying not to cry. After about 5 seconds, I stood up and just walked in a straight line toward the outfield because it was either that or start sobbing. After about 40 feet, adrenaline kicked in and my leg went numb, or numb enough that I could function.

At stopping, I was able to look down at my leg. It had instantly bruised into a light reddish color, but curiously it had a target pattern, with an oval bruise center, a ring of skin that looked mostly fine, and an outer splayed bruise part that was about 5 inches in diameter, all red. It had also swollen, with a hard lump under the skin right where the ball hit and the flesh around it raised about an inch or 2 at the center, decreasing as it spread outward toward the edge of the bullseye.

Now, I was stupid, and unlike the last time I got hit with a swing (which was in the shoulder and I had 2 shirts on as cushioning, so that one actually wasn't as bad) where I iced it, I did not ice this one. The numbness mostly wore off in the next 3 hours, though my leg still looked bad, and it was painful to the touch, especially the hard lump under my skin. I went to bed just being careful not to touch it too much.

Let's give some summary, now that the beginning is out of the way. The next day the bruise looked about the same, just as painful as the night before. It might have been a little brighter red and a little bigger, but not much.

The day after that is when things started getting spicy. I woke up to it starting to be a little bit purple, distinct bullseye pattern still there, but what I wasn't expecting is that it had grown about an inch all of the way around in reddish purple, more on the red side. I kinda brushed this off as normal bruise behavior, which it mostly was. Still incredibly painful, still bad to look at.

Day 3 post getting smacked, the bruise was turning more toward purple and still getting bigger, about another half inch, though the creep toward the inner thigh was larger than the creep down, outside, and up. By that night, my bruise was essentially a purple just on the side of red.

Every day after that the bruise got astronomically bigger and a deeper, concerning purple. At it's worst, it stretched all of the way to the bottom of my kneecap (avoiding the kneecap itself, for some reason), about 2 inches to the vertical center of my thigh, only the upper 4th of my thigh was normal, and the blood had pooled on the back of my thigh to cover almost all of it. Additionally, while the area of pain didn't grow, it was concerningly, distressingly hot to the touch for about days 4-8, and while the edges were the deepest purple I have ever seen on skin, the hit area continued to be mostly red and reddish purple, almost an assurance it was still bleeding days later. I had many debates with my friends on whether I should go to the university health center (I did not end up going). I think this is the best picture of my bruise at it's worst, though it was taken in the morning (the time of day the bruise always looked the best) and my phone's color correct lightened the color

You can see half of the light circle of the bullseye on the right side of the picture. From what I figured out, the continues bleeding would cause the old and decaying blood under my skin to be pushed further from the site of bleeding, and as I would sit a lot in lecture and doing homework, the easiest place for it to go would be the bottom of my thigh. This led to the deep and solid purple you see there, while closer to the area of impact it's more reddish. Here's some more pictures I took during varying times, I don't remember when exactly each was so they're all together.

Those last 2 were taken at the same time, so you can see how color correction made it look a lot better than it was, sometimes. Here's a video I took at that same time.

So, these later pictures obviously were taken before the picture I have where it was at its worst. Now, right when I had finished the 2 exams I had that week that were preventing me from seeking professional medical help, I woke up and my leg wasn't as hot to the touch. It looked about the same, it hurt the same, but it was a little bit less swollen and warm. About 2 days later, I saw actual evidence of healing. The blood was clearing up from the center of the bullseye and slowing clearing outward as the days went on, and the pain was decreasing, though the hard lump remained.

It was around this time, or maybe a little earlier, that I was suspicions and slight proof of reduced skin sensitivity right on top of the lump where the ball initially hit me. I checked a place on my inner left ankle where I had gotten hit by a slower ball a week before I got hit in the thigh, and I had a larger and even less sensitive patch of skin over the lump there. I assume that even though the ball was both slower and was slightly cushioned by my sock, the fact that it hit a rather bony place 2 inches above my ankle caused more damage to the nerves there due to the crush between the ball and the bone, unlike my fleshy thigh which could transfer a lot of the force.

So, now to over a month later. The lump is still present, though it's both smaller and softer. My ankle still has a slight lump as well. There's an area of reduced sensitivity to almost no skin sensation right over the lumps/initial impact area, though it's rather small for both (larger for the ankle) and it has a gradient of slowly increasing sensitivity around it (a larger, slower gradient for my ankle). Other than that, all function is the same and just as good as before. While it was still visibly injured (and both spot still have a very slight dark discoloration now) there was pain of movement for the affected muscles, but that healed away.

So, a summary: it took about 2 days for visible progression of the wound was really noticeable, and then another 5-7 days after that for the wound to peak in severity. Another 2 days and improvement was seen around the intial impact as the bleeding actually stopped so the blood crept with nothing to replace where it left, and then breakdown of the pooled blood in my leg progressed over the next 10-14 days until there was not visible mark. Over a month later effects remain in lumps under my flesh and potentially permanent reduction and/or loss of skin sensation and some tissue sensation over the area of impact.

Mentally, when worsening of the wound was noticed, after that I was highly aware and cognizant of the state of the bruise. I was constantly checking and worrying over how it had gotten worse, and it definitely was a source of anxiety for me. Obviously, getting looked over by a doctor would mitigate this, but if your character has a habit of hiding wounds, well it's not that hard to avoid having someone touch a bruise or hide the pain that comes with touching it if you're constantly thinking about it. The seemingly permanent effects are also tough to think about, too.

All in all, a person getting out of a dangerous event with "just" bruising still has health effects that are interesting to go into. How does the bruised flesh limit or affect movement? How does the visible appearance of the bruise affect the person (or those around them, as I had many horrified reactions to the bruise)? What permanent effects, both mental and physical, are left upon the character (I continued pitching after getting hit because the numbness fooled me; later days, I was more hesitant to do so)? Finally, how does the lack of bruise after it heals throw off the character after spending days and weeks altering behavior around it (I, personally, forgot what my leg looked like normally, and even after weeks of bare skin I still look down and expect to see purple, to feel pain, to see the entire thing stretch around my leg)?

#medical #injury #tw bruising #bruises #writing #softball #whump writing #whump #blunt force trauma

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"I Needed To Do…": Hardik Pandya's Confession After MI Suffer Yet Another Loss

Mumbai Indians skipper Hardik Pandya on Monday urged his team to show a bit more "discipline" and "courage" to turn things around after suffering a third successive loss in the IPL 2024. Asked to bat, MI were left tottering at 20 for 4 in the fourth over and they just couldn't recover from the disastrous start, managing only 125 for nine in the allotted 20 overs. In reply, Rajasthan Royals overhauled the target with 27 balls to spare for a six-wicket win. "We didn't start the way we wanted to, tough night tonight," Hardik told the broadcasters after the match.

"Results, sometimes it happens sometimes it doesn't. I don't think much surprises me anymore. But as a group we believe we can pull off a lot of better things going forward and we just need to be more disciplined and show more courage."

It was Hardik's 21-ball 34 which pushed MI's total. But things went downhill after he was sent back by Yuzvendra Chahal.

"I think we were in a decent position to give us a chance to get to 150 or 160 but my wicket allowed them to get back more into the game, I needed to do a lot more," he said.

The bowlers had a good day in office with Chahal (3/11) and Trent Boult (3/22) setting up the win for RR.

"It's good to have something for the bowlers as well. The game is quite cruel to the bowlers. But it was unexpected. It's all about doing the right things," Hardik said.

RR skipper Sanju Samson said the toss played a crucial role in deciding the fate of the match.

"(The toss) I think that was the gamechanger. The toss was very crucial. I felt it was too sticky to start off and we had the experience of Trent Boult and Nandre Burger's speed," Samson said.

"(Boult) has been playing international cricket for so long and we expected him to deliver. I didn't expect four or five wickets down, but it was great.

"We all do our roles and move on. Someone like R Ashwin knew we had a good powerplay so he didn't go for wickets, just kept it tight. So it's about teamwork." Chasing 126 for a win, RR were reduced to 48 for three in the seventh over but Riyan Parag blasted a 39-ball 54 not out, his second successive fifty this season, to take the team home.

"Actually, I've simplified everything instead of trying to do a lot of things. Earlier when I wasn't getting runs I would try a lot of different things. This year, it's just seeing the ball and hitting the ball," Parag said.

"When I play domestically this is the exact kind of situations I go into bat. When Jos (Jos Buttler) bhai and Ash (R Ashwin) bhai got out, I thought to myself this is what I do in domestic cricket. So that's what I calculated.

On the difference between domestic cricket and IPL, Parag said: "I have had three-four years of not performing at all. And you really go back to the hotel room and think when you know you can do it and the results are not coming, you go back to the drawing room.

"I realised I wasn't practicing at this kind of level so I went and did that." Boult was awarded the Player of the Match for his three wickets in the powerplay with two of them -- Rohit Sharma and Naman Dhir -- coming in the first over itself.

"Never say it's a certainty in the format, but it was nice to get the wickets. We created early pressure, nice to take some wickets and glad the result went our way," he said.

Boult also termed South Africa's Nandre Burger a "great find".

"Bowls with great skill and plays with his heart on his sleeves. Sandeep obviously missed out but he'll play a big role in the season. Excited to be part of this bowling attack."

#HardikPandya #MIvsRR #Hardiklosses

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