#dw opening titles

[gallifreyangrumbling]

All Doctor Who Title Sequences: 1963-2023 | Doctor Who

Butterfly wings (1963-1967)

Howlround (1967-1969)

Suspiria (1970-1973)

Diamonds I: Vortex (1973-1974)

Diamonds II: TARDIS (1974-1980)

Starfield: Original/Fade In (1980-1981)

Starfield: Original/Slide In (1981-1984)

Starfield: Brighter/Flash In (1984-1985)

Starfield: Brighter/Flash In/Remix (1986)

Sylver & Ice (1987-1989)

"The TV Movie" (1996)

Past & Future: Orchestral/Plain Logo (2005-2006)

Past & Future: Orchestral/Firey Logo (2006-2007)

Past & Future: Rock Mix/Firey Logo (2007-2010)

Lightning storm: TARDIS Logo (2010-2011)

Lightning storm: Themed Logos (2012)

Swirl! Whoosh! Zaap! Zip! (2012-2013)

Time is spiralling (2014-2017)

Gloopy (2018-2022)

Diamonds III: Clouds (2023- )

[polycephaly]

going on arcs/the shared art reblog blog and being like oooh hee hee learning

[hwallazia]

WARDROBE MALFUNCTIONS – 최산

⋆ synopsis. you help san in a very special way with his outfit before he gets on stage.

pairing. idol bf! san & hairstylist fem! reader.

wc. 3,1k

warnings. soft dom! san & sub! reader, cussing, semi-public sex (they fuck in a men’s restroom tehee), unprotected sex (boo 👎), creampie, cowgirl position, implied handjob & blowjob (didn’t write that part explicitly), quickie?, begging, male masturbation, accidental erection, sannie is unable to cum with just his fist so he asks reader for help <3, dirty talk, praise, pet names (sannie, princess, jagi & more), in conclusion they’re DESPERATE.

nic’s notes ⋆ the wip has been posted 🙇‍♀️ four san fics in a row tho... YES SIR !! 🗣️ dw i’ll post a hongjoong one shot soon <3

the ambience was calm, the ac provided the room with cool air, the murmurs were a bit lower than usual so it was at the ideal volume and the members were naturally getting ready to go on stage, the screams of the excited and frenetic fans that non patiently waited in the stadium bleachers belied the calm atmosphere in the room.

as you were taking care of mingi’s hair and making it your job to make it look spectacular, you saw your boyfriend’s figure on the mirror. his reflection showed a bothered san, struggling with the zip of his shiny white pants. you redirected your eyes to mingi’s scalp, spraying small bits of glitter onto it.

“all done, princess” you chanted, meeting the man’s satisfied grin in the mirror; a smile unconsciously taking place on your face.

“it’s princess indeed.” he double checked his just-styled hair before rising from the chair, rotating his body towards you; back facing the mirror. “you seriously are an artist”

“wouldn’t be working in here if i didn’t have that title” you teased a little bit, stealing a charming laugh. you continued chatting with him for a couple more minutes, looking over his shoulder from time to time to see the cute pout formed on san’s pink lips. he let out a soft huff and made his way out of the room, your iris following his every movement.

“excuse me, mingi-ah. gotta finish up the work.” you explained before hearing an overshadowed humming of their song called “work”. chuckling, you tracked your boyfriend’s course.

you walked past a closed door, but you stepped backward when you noticed its threshold beaming a clear light. you hit your knuckles against the wooden door in a funny musical rhythm before hearing and seeing the handle of it twist open, revealing san’s figure; his makeup half messed up.

his annoyed features beamed up when he saw you, a hint of relief in his orbs. ”baby! so glad you’re here. come on.” he grabbed your hand not too gently but still without hurting you and pulled you to him, closing the door behind you quickly without giving it much of a thought that you were a woman inside a men’s restroom.

“s-sannie! what happened?” you analyzed his face for a moment, noticing smuddered powder of eyeshadow along the sides of his eyelids and his foundation slightly botched.

“uhm. kinda feels like this outfit doesn’t fit in the right places, if you know what i mean.” he spoke sheepishly, his muscly thighs uncomfortably restrained against the tight fabric of the pearly white pants.

your hands reached the sides of his pants. you tugged the piece of clothing twice with enough force to feel how snug it was.

you gasped lowly. “how did this happen?”

he sighed, rising and lowering his shoulders in surrender. “i don’t know how they keep messing up my measurements.”

you couldn’t help but ask the stupid question that had struck your thoughts the moment you saw him. “how did you even manage to get yourself inside those pants?”

he whined, sulking. “i don’t knowww, just get these off me.”

a soft blush heated your cheeks. “love, you gotta be on stage in less than thirty minutes, we can’t do—”

“not what i meant, filthy girl.” he deadpanned, the red on your face deepening. “not a bad idea though.”

a rush of embarrassment made your skin hot. you landed a sharp, yet light smack on the side of his shoulders. the emitted sound exaggerated how harshly you had hit him. “choi san! focus!”

“you’re the one who gave the idea!” he defended himself, arms closing around his chest.

you sighed before humming lowly, submerged in thought, your brain already trying to scheme a solution as san dedicated himself to pout cutely, huffing softly, clearly annoyed at the uncomfortable, leg-numbing fabric.

a click sounded inside your head. “i’ll go find and see if there’s another pair of those. if not, then i’ll get you something similar. just wait here.” you uttered as you stretched your opened palm in front of you.

he nodded. “okay, go,”

you gave him a little smile before vanishing from the tiny restroom. after hearing the door clicking shut, you sprung towards the dressing room, where wooyoung and seonghwa were conversing trivialities. yunho noticed you and your fast heartbeat the moment you spawned at the door.

his eyebrow quirked up for a bit. “what’s up? why were you running just now?”

you exhaled in an exasperated sigh. “i need to find inseol”

inseol was your friend and also the head of the dressing department, she designed and planned every single one of ateez’s stunning and mind-blowing outfits. “haven’t seen her.” yunho simply responded.

“me neither.” the two other men replied in unison, the low curse you huffed going unheard by them.

“why though? we’re all dressed up already.” wooyoung questioned.

“sannie’s having a problem with his pants. they’re way too tiny and therefore, tight.”

the thought alone of san dancing his soul out on that stage with senseless, numb feet makes your head spin in the worst way. you had to help your boyfriend somehow, and inseol not being in sight was complicating things.

“are you serious?” hongjoong stepped into the room, and you felt your blood run cold.

if there was something kim hongjoong hated, it was unforeseen events.

you managed to compose yourself the best you could. “yes but i’m already taking care of it!”

your words did almost nothing to calm hongjoong’s growing boiling stress. you closed your eyes for a tiny second, already accepting your fate and mentally preparing for hongjoong’s temper tantrum, but seonghwa’s wise and soothing voice intervened. “hongjoong, she said she’s already taking care of it. so let her do what she gotta do, we’re all under the same circumstances and pressure.”

hongjoong heaved a sharp sigh, frown relaxing, limbs letting go of the way-too-quickly accumulated tension. “you’re right. sorry, go ahead.”

you smiled sweetly in an attempt to reassure hongjoong. “it’s okay. i’ll figure this out — no need to worry.” you said as you eased your way out the door, but not before mouthing a genuine ‘thank you’ to seonghwa, who only nodded politely as he gave you a tiny grin.

as you walked towards the room where your sannie was, your mind anxiously scrambled for a quick solution, but with so many limited options, your stress only grew bigger. you mumbled under your breath some possible resolutions, yet nothing ingenious came to mind.

it wasn’t until you passed by this chair, overloaded with a black and seemingly heavy and full backpack with pieces of clothing on top. your eyes flickered toward the overused chair and you instantly started roaming through the mountain of fabric, wishing for a similar pair of white pants to come into sight.

in the distance, you could hear the voices of your coworkers murmuring about how much time was left until the concert started. 20 minutes was all you had.

then, a miracle happened. the low percentage of chances of you finding the exact cloth you needed elevated drastically to one hundred the moment the almost identical pearly white pants covered your opened palm.

you almost squealed when you found it, but you had to remain collected and professional. instead, you cleared your throat and headed towards the men’s restroom with hurried steps, where your poor sannie awaited for your savior-like presence.

you twisted the door handle once you were face to face with the men’s restroom symbol, opening and closing the door behind you quickly.

you expected him to be fighting against the tightness of his pants, huffing and groaning, full of stress.

“jagi,”

you definitely weren’t expecting him to be half naked on the floor, with a throbbing cock in hand as he panted breathlessly, the snug fabric of the pants still rubbing against his covered balls. his makeup was already fucked up because of the blanket of glistening sweat his face was covered in. his half-lidded eyes and shiny lips only invited you to sink into sin with him.

but you couldn’t. not when he had a stage to be on, a performance to give.

your eyes stayed widely open like plates as you blurted out. “sannie, what are you—”

“i tried getting out of these but it just kept rubbing against my dick every time i tried to move.” he blabbered, soft sobs hitching his breath. “i really didn’t mean it but ‘m so hard, jagi. i don’t know what to do and it just doesn’t go down.”

your mouth dried as you intently stared at his velvety tip, enveloped with his big hand, fully covered in precum, pulsating and aching under his fingers.

oh, your poor sannie.

so endlessly helpless and sensitive.

“help me, please.” he begged, his voice cracking, yet so fucking cute.

and of course you’d lend him a helping hand.

you cooed at him as you approached him, the slow steps of your low heels clicking against the wooden floor.

“oh, baby. so sensitive as always,” you caressed the side of his messed-up hair. you internally sighed since you had to redo your hard work.

but that thought faded in a blur, ’cause now you had more important things to do.

and that thing was sat obediently in front of you, waiting for your magical touch to send him into another dimension in less than ten minutes.

’cause that was all you had to get the deed done.

“‘m sorry, love, but—” he gulped before pleading. “can you suck it? please.”

naturally, your sweetheart of a boyfriend hardly ever lets you suck his cock, since he prefers pleasing you first, prioritizing your release before his.

desperate times call for desperate measures, though. so of course you knew he wouldn’t be asking you this if he had another alternative, another solution that didn’t mean resorting to such a filthy act, in such a short time, and in such a place.

“of course baby.”

five minutes.

only five minutes had passed until he was practically begging you to let him fuck you.

”please, jagi, it’s the only way it comes down” he used as an excuse. it was valid, though, the clenching walls of your pussy were the ultimate method to soften up san’s girthy length.

after a brief moment of considering it, your hand movement came to a stop, his reddened cockhead slapping against his uncovered abs, a sticky line of pre-cum dirtying his happy trail.

“we’re going that far, huh?” you teased, kissing his jaw as you positioned yourself on top of him. he tried to whine out an excuse, a reason why he wanted to fuck you with only a few minutes before his show, but you shushed him quickly, grabbing his girth by the base and aligning it towards your welcoming entrance. “we gotta be quick, though.”

he exhaled, taking in the view that unraveled in front of him. “i know.”

after giving him a warm smile, you sank down slowly, your body instinctively leaning slightly forward, your palms laying flat on his firm chest, using as the perfect support. you took him inch by inch, until your pussy lips grazed his balls. a satisfied sigh left your mouth, san’s head immediately rocking back as he grunted deeply, your warming insides always felt so heavenly divine.

the way you clamped down him forced him to lock gazes with you again, his low hiss cutting through the air. then, he realized that you weren’t actually moving, so he breathed in to ask, but you were faster, replying to his untold question. “fuck me, then.” you leaned closer, your faces just a few inches apart. “take what you need, sannie.”

san stared up at you with an intoxicated, loving gaze, a silent “thank you” dripping from his sparkling eyes. his hands landed on your hips, holding you steady before lifting them up, a few inches of him withdrawing from the cozy embrace of your cunt. whilst he held your body up, you purposely squeezed his cocktip and san cursed under his breath. he started with a slow pace, driving his hardness up against your pussy, filling you all the way up.

you arched your back when his tip stroked that divine spot in you, eyes almost rolling back to your skull. “s—sannie, oh my fuck!” you kept moaning and panting breathlessly on top of him, completely powerless.

he dove his head into your breasts, nuzzling his mouth in the middle of them. your bouncing tits rubbed against his cheeks with every jump, san’s blood rushing towards his face. his half-lidded eyes and curled-up feet were the only evidence needed to prove that he was actually enjoying this.

“oh princess.” he exhaled endearingly, utterly in love with your bouncing figure. “i love how you feel.” he uttered as he massaged your sides, ramming his cock to your convulsing pussy, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. “that’s the spot, isn’t it?”

his voice penetrated deeply inside your eardrums, your trembling core almost failing to keep its balance as you came closer and closer to the edge. “y-yeah, ‘m so close, so fucking close—ugh!”

your moans grew louder with each thrust, your hands holding onto his arms as they squeezed the heart muscle of his biceps. saying that you were a mess was an understatement, your white shirt had been discarded a while ago, a trail of sweat falling in between your breasts like rain; skirt hiked up to your marked hips. your mouth hung open in satisfaction, the sensation of being filled to the brim tipped you a bit.

“fuck— how much have we got left?” san groaned, hissing breathlessly.

“i—“ you stuttered as you raised your wrist up, staring at the clock that decorated it so elegantly.

5 minutes.

“we got five minutes, san. you gotta hurry.” you exhaled, looking desperate for your boyfriend’s release. he was the one who needed to be on that stage in less than ten minutes, after all. so you prioritized him thoughtfully.

”fuck, princess — you have to come.” his fingers reached down your sensitive clit and started rubbing circles on it. you squirmed on top of him as he kept thrusting his cock up your velvety walls.

you would’ve protested, claiming that it was actually him who had to come, if he hadn’t stimulated your bundle of nerves. your core twitched nonstop as your back arched beautifully. a string of incoherent pleas and san’s name spurted out of your mouth thoughtlessly.

in a warning manner, you clenched around him once or twice before coming undone all over his hardened dick, your body surrendered and crumbled down, your cheek colliding with his shoulder as you panted nonsense.

“that’s it, just like that, princess. you did so good.” he praised before grunting lowly. “so fucking good f’me.” he hammered your hips down his pelvic bone as he kept pistoning his hardness against your overstimulated, convulsing pussy. “gonna come inside you, fill you up reaaal good—yeah, y’ want it?” he growled, grasping your ass cheeks, definitely leaving his signature mark.

you blabbered a weak “yes”, too blissed out to even formulate coherent sentences. “‘course you want it, my dirty little princess.” san squeezed his eyes shut and moaned when he felt your walls clamp down on him for the nth time, this time bringing him closer to the abyss of pleasure though. “ugh— ‘m coming, ‘m coming, baby—“ he announced in a low, gravelly groan as he emptied his heavy load deep inside, filling you with his cum to the bone; eyes dilated.

he slowed his pace down before sitting completely still, your cunt still welcoming the white shoots of cum that his cock spurted out helplessly. you encircled his neck with your weakened arms for a moment, almost forgetting about the fact that your boyfriend had a concert to give. your body jolted as the reminder hit your head. “fuck, baby — you need to go now.”

and seemed like your boyfriend had forgotten about that little detail as well. “shit, you’re right.” he uttered before sliding his arms under your thighs and back, lifting you off him and placing you on the floor again as he rose up.

his head shook incessantly, searching for the whole reason why you were there. the word “pants” left his lips quietly, like a mantra. you stared up at him and helped him, pointing where the pair of pants was at. “behind that chair, sannie.”

he turned his head abruptly to where you had pointed at, the problematic pair of white pants coming in sight. he sighed before grabbing them and putting them on at the speed of light. you got up weakly and walked your way towards him.

san looked at you and immediately rushed to help you. “baby, stay still, you can barely walk.”

you locked gazes and you replied. “and just sit down on the floor of the men’s restroom?”

you quirked your eyebrow up and san shrugged a bit. “‘m just trying to help.” he sulked cutely and it made your heart swell with love.

you giggled as your fingers reached up to his messy hair. “i know you are, sannie, ‘m just kidding.” your fingers coiled around a lock of hair, curling it up. “now let me help you.” you repeated the action with the rest, finally perfecting his hairstyle with nothing more than your skillful fingers. meanwhile, san adjusted his pants and moved his legs around, doing silly movements to test the elasticity of the fabric, humming in approval when he felt nothing but comfortable.

you stepped back, taking in your work of art, nodding and sighing proudly. “perfect” you uttered.

”thank you, princess.” he leaned closer to peck your lips before his fingers brushed the door handle. “i’ll get going.”

”go kill that stage, pretty boy.” you encouraged, pride dripping off your tone.

san puffed his cheeks cutely, his eyes turning into pretty crescent moons. “yes, ma’am.”

and with that, he disappeared through the door, carefully clicking it shut. when the door closed, you crumbled down, shaky knees keeping your core shuddering. you stared down at your dripping pussy, gushing and coating the floor with san’s heavy cum. a strong blush heated your cheeks as you took in the view.

after a few minutes, the shakiness ceased and you were able to get up and clean the mess you and san had left on the tiles of the black marble floor. in the background, you could hear the sudden shouting of thousands of atinys combined with the faint sound of their song “halazia” reverberating throughout the whole arena, a sweet smile forming on your lips.

you remembered hongjoong’s angry demeanor when he overheard that san was having a problem with his outfit. so, you muttered under your breath, imaginatively responding to him. “told ya i’d take care of it.”

| masterlist

[invoncible]

heyyy!!! i love your work..i was sitting here reading and i was thinking about mark meeting vampire reader…that doesn’t drink blood. i saw somewhere where a vampire only ate vegetables and i thought it was hilarious 😭 like reader is all powerful and scary living in a huge mansion and the team is like “pls help us fight!!” and reader is like…but i don’t like blood

MARK GRAYSON meeting vampire!reader ✧˚.

— this is such a silly idea omg i loveee !! — reader’s vampire powers are just like … flight, telekinesis, shape-shifting, super speed, clairvoyance, hypnosis, super strength, and immortality kinda like dracula — my inbox is open for any kind of invincible requests/thirsts ! i’m working through them dw

when the team overheard cecil talking about a 'secret player,' he had in hiding, they were pissed he held out on someone that could help them in their battles. the way he talked about you made you seem all powerful: dark magic, shapeshifting, invulnerability, etc etc. why the fuck weren't you on the team?

cecil warned them that the person in question wasn't what they thought, but they ignored the man and traked you down to convince you to fight anyways. they needed all the help they could get.

unfortunately for them, it wasn't much help.

"one person lives here?" rex scoffed, crossing his arms. the team touched down on your grand roundabout driveway. "seems like overkill."

the door was just open and they exchanged weird looks before going inside. everywhere was bathed in low ambient lighting.

"hey."

the team whirled around, dread snaking down their spine at your sudden appearance. you stood behind them, majestically clothed in your wine red robes with a small veggie plate in hand.

you set down a stick of celery. "cecil warned me you'd be—"

“we came to ask you,” eve cut in urgently. “we need your help—“

you shake your head and wave them off like you’re dismissing beggars in front of your home. “oh, no. i don’t do that kinda stuff.” you swathed a veggie stick in some dressing before cracking it off with your teeth.

“good luck, though. rooting for you.” you halfheartedly pumped your fist in support.

mark narrowed his eyes, more in confusion than anything. he was already certain the team could take this threat on their own, but he guessed the others needed some backup for their peace of mind. after all, they’re not [title card].

rex scowled, pushing past eve and getting up in your face. he glared down at you, circling around you like you were on display. “okay hotshot. think you’re too good for the end of the world?”

end of the world? mark rolled his eyes with a little smile.

“i…” you sighed. “i don’t like blood.”

rex blinked. the team stared at you suspiciously as a silence settled over the corridor.

“bitch? you’re a fucking vampire.” he deadpanned.

you shrugged and snapped another third off your veggie stick. “don’t i know it.” you droned.

“you’ve been alive hundreds of years and never found a fucking doctor to check that out?” rex squawked in disbelief, opening his mouth to retort further before mark put a placating hand on his shoulder.

“why’s cecil got you in his arsenal if you don’t do anything?” mark asked, mouth twisting as he scrutinized you.

you gave him an unimpressed look. “i do stuff. secret espionage stuff.”

“like what?”

you smiled slowly, eyes glinting in the dim lighting with amusement. “if i told you, wouldn’t be so secret, would it?”

unfortunately for you, mark took that as a challenge.

after that encounter, the team learned what kind of player you were in cecil’s game. they began crashing a lot at your mansion ever since they discovered you—in their minds, you had the room, might as well share it.

© invoncible

[moon-ttokki-x]

relight me - skz x 9th member with ed!reader

pairing: ot8!skz x ed!reader

summary: when a once-strong light burns out, someone must relight it.

genre: idol! au, lots of comfort, angsty. mentions of ed, purging, skipping meals, throwing up, self-consciousness, hypervigilance, mentions of reader having a period (it doesn't happen dw) also . . . i'm well aware the title for reader in this one is a little bit primitive but that's the best way i could describe the fic mbmb

a/n: eat, eat, you EAT <3 div by @seulzitos

"Y/n, come and eat!"

You turn towards your opened bedroom door, looking with mild displeasure at Changbin. He can tell you're not pleased with the interruption.

Setting your pen down and rather fiercely slamming your laptop, you move to the door and attempt to push it shut, only to be blocked by Changbin's firm, solid frame.

"Move," you hiss at him. "Let me work."

He gazes at you coolly, his hair fluffy and messy, large black glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose.

"It's almost half past eight, Y/n. Eat any later than this and you'll feel sluggish in the morning. You've been shut up in your room for too long now. Please?"

You shake your head stubbornly. "Five more minutes."

Changbin actually laughs then. "You said that three hours ago. Take a break."

"No." Your feeble argument does nothing to persuade him. In reality, you'd just been biding your time in your room until everyone went to sleep so you wouldn't have to eat.

His gaze narrows. "I'm gonna tell Chan-hyung if you don't come and eat something. Please don't make me do that. You know how he gets."

You groan so loudly you think the entire dorm hears it. Storming back into your room, you messily reorganize a few papers before grudgingly following Changbin into the dorm kitchen. Your heart pounds harder with every step you take.

Stupid. You really thought no one would notice.

Entering the kitchen, you see most of the boys already seated. Jisung and Jeongin are busy fighting over a piece of fried chicken, Minho and Felix looking on in amusement. Seungmin is on his phone, minding his own business at the end of the table, and Han and Chan are discussing some 3RACHA schedule adjustments for the next week, eating in rather a civilised manner compared to the other members. Hyunjin comes out of the kitchen holding a couple of extra plates, and he sets them down just as Changbin pushes you gently towards the group.

You exhale and sit down next to Felix, who's busy digging his way through a container of noodles. There's been no time lately to cook since schedules have been so busy, and Chan finally gave in when the members pleaded to have takeout for the fifth time after dance practice.

Not you. You disappeared as soon as the practice session ended. You've been so isolated lately that it almost feels strange to be around the members, to watch their antics and listen to their bickering. And normally, being around them would fill you with energy and you would gladly join in, but something inside you tells you to hold back and be quiet. Keep your head down, eat as little as possible, repeat.

Again and again and again.

The thoughts hang heavy in your mind as you're handed a plate. Gulping, you spoon out the smallest possible portion that you can handle without the others noticing the size of it. It's barely half a plate.

"Y/nnie!" Hyunjin calls. "Aren't you gonna eat more? You've been working harder than old man Chan-hyung lately."

Chan lightly slaps the boy upside his head and detaches the piece of fried chicken from within Jeongin and Jisung's shared grip. He lightly chides them and their bickering stops momentarily, hunger taking over pettiness. For the time being, anyway.

Hyunjin has managed to draw everyone's attention to your plate and it's immediately filled with several more portions, the boys chiding you affectionately and heaping more food onto the ceramic. The sight of it makes you want to throw up, and you fight the sudden surge of anger rising in your chest. You want to throw the plate at Hyunjin's face.

But you don't, so you sit and seethe as the boys settle down to eat, munching through sides and conversing cheerily with each other. You feel none of the joy of sharing a good meal with friends; just a cold, dead numbness that makes you feel like a disconnected power plug compared to all the others. You watch them eat platefuls without blinking, without caring, and part of you wishes you could do the same, but it's too much to ask.

Besides, you think, looking down at your plate, it's for the better. Hunger will keep me sharp.

You bite your lip and take tiny, tiny mouthfuls of the food; barely even forkfuls while you try and make up an excuse to leave the table. You could pretend that something urgently needs working on; the new choreo, maybe? No... Minho will force you to sit and eat before you leave.

Or you could say you feel sick, but you don't have a temperature or any physical ailments, and you've been fine since this morning. Not really an option either.

You could also just sit and eat like a normal human being, but the last thing you want is a full stomach, or a stomach with anything in it. And you've already tried purging and it's too messy and loud, so that's out of the question too.

You think about putting on some theatrical display of feeling sick or overtired but you just don't have the energy. And if you get up and just leave, all of them will come and pester you. The last thing you want right now is to talk about it.

Felix nudges you lightly and you almost shoot him a glare, but you reign it in. It's Felix.

"You feeling, okay, Y/n?" He asks quietly, smiling. "You look a little pale."

You thank your stars, and Felix. He's just given you an opportunity to escape. You feign a slow, tired expression.

"Yeah," you say quietly. "I just- I feel a bit sick."

His expression changes to one of affectionate concern and he places a hand over your forehead. "You don't feel warm... maybe it's because you're working too much that you feel sick."

You groan inwardly just as Chan looks your way, checking up. He raises an eyebrow in mild concern and you wince a little, signalling that you want to leave. You feel confident for a minute that he'll let you leave, because he always says yes, understanding that the bickering and noise gets too much for you sometimes. But he just shakes his head and points to your plate, mouthing "Eat.".

He. Shakes. His. Head.

You almost gape and consider getting up anyway, but the prospect of him finding everything out is almost too much to bear. The thought of being exposed makes shame burn through your veins, though it hasn't even happened, and you begin to feel the familiar, heavy inferiority settle in your gut like a teary, reprimanded child.

There's one last, desperate resort.

"I'm going to the bathroom," you murmur to Felix. "I think I got my period."

He nods, and you hope that Chan doesn't call you out as you stand and begin to walk away, every nerve tense. Thankfully, he doesn't, and you make it to your bedroom without trouble, shutting the door heavily behind yourself.

You open the door to the bathroom and immediately step on the scale, just to check that nothing's added itself on. You exhale a sigh of relief at the sight of the numbers decreasing just slightly.

Phew.

You lock the bathroom door and sit on the cold tiles, waiting. You can kill time for a while and then pretend to fall asleep on your bed. No way the boys will tell you off when they find out you just happened to fall asleep due to your consistent early schedules.

You sigh and reach into one of the drawers, pulling out a pad. Ripping the item off of the patterned plastic, you fold the sticky tabs back in and tuck in back in the drawer. You throw the plastic in the bin, making sure to run the tap for a few seconds so it looks like you've put a pad on and washed your hands. Felix uses your bathroom sometimes too because Hyunjin takes so long in their shared one, so you have to keep up the guise of the sudden arrival of a period.

Sighing, you open the bathroom door and are met with Chan. Your heart drops out of your chest and flies out the window entirely.

"C-chan," you stutter feebly, pressing a hand to your chest. "You scared me."

"Sorry," he says quietly. "Felix told me you thought you got your period. Are you feeling okay?"

You nod. He has no idea about what's going on, and the thought makes you feel a sort of twisted pride at the realisation.

"Do you need anything?" he asks. Ever the leader.

You shake your head, risking the next sentence. "I'm gonna lie down for a while, though..."

"Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

You think before responding, the thoughts flashing through your head quick as lightning. If you say yes, he'll being food and expect the plate to be finished when he comes to collect it from your room. If you say no, he'll get suspicious.

"Yes, please," you say weakly, even though the mere thought of ingesting something makes you want to throw up.

Chan nods and you lie down on the bed, fighting the urge to just spill everything to him. But you can't, so you stay quiet and watch as Chan brings your plate from the table and sets it gently on the bedside.

You expect him to leave, but he doesn't. He sits down on the end of the bed, and your nerves begin to fray a little, feeling irritated that he won't just leave you alone.

If that wasn't enough, you suddenly notice that the faint noises from the members in the kitchen are gone, replaced with a dull, eerie silence. You feel a bit sick until you spot familiar faces lingering near the doorway of your room, their silhouettes visible against the frame of light spilling from the hallway.

"Y/n," Chan says quietly. A cold dread sits in your stomach, chilling you to the stomach. You know exactly what's coming.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out before he can continue.

Chan doesn't even look surprised, and he runs a hand through his hair just as Changbin moves into the room, sitting on the bed next to him. He places a hand on your thigh.

A sinking feeling takes hold of your gut.

They already knew.

Chan starts to talk. "Y/nnie, we know what's been going on. You're not in trouble, okay?"

You groan. "Well, now I feel like I am."

Changbin can't help but chuckle a little, though it's quieter than his usual laugh. "We didn't stop you to begin with because we didn't want you to feel like we were keeping tabs on you."

"And we thought it was something you could handle on your own," Chan adds quietly. "It was wrong of us to stand by and let you do this to yourself."

"We're sorry, Y/n," Hyunjin adds from the doorway. "We thought we were helping by forcing you to eat, but clearly not. And I'm sorry for drawing attention to how much you were eating earlier."

A hot tear spills over the brim and burns a line down the soft skin on your cheek. "Why are you all apologising? I shouldn't have done it, I just felt so low and I couldn't bring myself to eat, and-"

This time it's Jeongin who moves to sit next to you on the bed, and he coos at you lightly, quieting you. "It's okay, Y/n. Most of us know how that feels. But the thing is, you don't have to lie to us. We'll never say anything judgmental to you about it."

You nod tearfully and let Chan stroke your hair lightly, the warmth helping to soothe the storm inside your head.

"Would it help if you could eat alone?" He says quietly. "When most of us were trainees, we weren't used to eating so much in front of others, so most of us ate separately from each other until we felt more confident. Would that help?"

You nod.

"Besides, if you do that," Changbin adds jokingly, "One day, you'll be able to stuff your face like we do."

For the first time in you don't know how long, an involuntary laugh bubbles out of your chest, quite unexpectedly, and for the first time, it feels right.

a/n: no one is allowed to cry on this 9th member fic like last time

[saeishi]

── ₊ ✶⋆.˚ down bad !

── itoshi sae x fem!reader

summary. you just wanted to prank your friend by giving him a love letter as "payback" for not lending you his notes. it should be easy— writing it and sending it to him. but why is his brother the one that's reaching out to you the next day?!

status. on-going !

started on / ended on. 03-10-25 / tba

tags. college!au, crack, fluff, slowburn, strangers to lovers, contains swearing, sae might be ooc sometimes (no spain era yay), kys/kms jokes, timestamps don't matter, tba

taglist. comment to be added! ^^ ( 69/100 )

# PROFILES.

─ the broke and broken

─ the dukes

# CONTENTS.

♢ ── contains written parts

[ chapter titles are subject to change! ]

01. YOLO 𓏔 02. karma is a bitch

03. it wasn't me 𓏔 04. joke

05. are you my heart? 𓏔 06. blessing in disguise

07. treat 𓏔 08. send help

09. be my baby 𓏔 10. how to get isekaid ♢

11. mutuals 𓏔 12. sleepover

13. deal? 𓏔 14. watch me

15. let's go out 𓏔 16. midnight memories

17. are you leaving? 𓏔 18.

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[lowkeyrobin]

(i’m not sure if your requests are open so i’m sorry if they aren’t and i’m sending this in 😭)

Can I request Five with a reader that’s always really energetic and yaps a lot but something happens between them and Reader gets distant?? 🫶

ooo yeah sure!! ; and my requests are on dw! when they're closed I remove my inbox in general just to avoid it and to prevent ppl who don't look at the big bold words in my bio lol ; but yeah, thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy! ; also I made this in hc format cause I was NOT trying to write all that

FIVE HARGREEVES ; yapparappa

summary ; youre really energetic and talkative, but once a fight breaks, you become distant and quiet

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; don't ask ab the title, I was just thinking parappa the rapper and yeah idk

word count ; 278

masterlist

he's a quiet guy

but he'll happily listen to your yapping

you surprisingly teach him a lot

and he finds it comforting

like classical music to Reginald, he wouldn't be able to survive without you

but after a fight (about Marcus / Sparrow Academy & him running off with Klaus and not being around for the Kugelblitz) you'd started to avoid him

he said some very rude things

those things being along the lines of how he wished he never met you, how annoying you are, how much he can't stand you, etc

so you obviously stormed off all angry at each other

but you'd become completely distant while he was trying to fix the world again

like you didn't come down for an early morning coffee with him like you usually did

nor did you rant about anything to him later that night or the ones following

if he was even around, you'd move away and not even look at him

like he hadn't heard you speak for DAYS

that's never happened before

like you're always rambling about something or asking him questions about shit, etc

he started to feel bad when Klaus started yelling at him about it

"this is childish! you're stuck in a child's body trying to prove you're a man and you're hurting your love!" he fake cries. "they could get kugelblitz'ed and their last memories of you would be you yelling at them, five"

he groans, deciding he'll go apologize to you

so he apologizes, expecting one from you as well

and you deliver

he's up front and honest that he doesn't find your rambling annoying

if anything its comforting for him

aweee happy ending lol

[slut4sugu]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 — HOBIE BROWN

❀ including: nsfw themes, so minors please don’t interact! Mentions of: Choking, edging, blowjobs, fingering, biting, thigh fucking, size kinks, dumbification, threesomes, wax play, quickies, creampies, etc. (nothing crazy dw loves) ❀ Summary: what the title says! An nsfw alphabet for hobie brown! (Aka my husband <3). #- a word from kam: since this was requested and im bored here you all are!

Back to masterlist . ୧ ‧₊˚ ♫: Slut me out- NLE CHOPPA

A- AFTERCARE (what their like after sex.)

No matter how tired he is he always cleans you up and gives you some water afterwards (unless you like emptied his balls or sum shit-) Sleepy kisses and tight cuddles until you both fall asleep, the playlist you originally had playing earlier that night still playing as you both fall asleep <33

B- BODY (their partners favorite body part)

Honestly he loves your body as a whole and claims. He doesn’t have any favorites but..he fucking loves you thighs bro. Doesn’t matter the size, just the feeling of thrusting his dick in between them or seeing his cum spurt out on them turns him on so much. Would def go crazy if you got his name tattooed on the inner sides of your thigh.

C-CUM

Honestly hobie loves the feeling of cumming inside of you but as I’ve stated before as much as loves to see his cum dribble out of you he loves coming on your cute body and taking pictures after wards (if you’re okay with it of course <3) If you were to ever tell him you would want him to finish in your mouth instead of inside js expected to go 2 extra rounds js because of that <3

D- DICK SIZE (how big are they?)

6.5 inches when soft but nearing 8 when he’s hard. (Yeah that shit is touching your heart girly) Also he’s a bit girth too, so every time he pushes into you it feels like you being split open for the first time all over again. And he cannot get enough of you saying he’s ‘too big’

E- EXPERIENCE ( do they know what they’re doing?)

Hobies been with many others before he’s met you, hes not a sex god or anything. However he’s a quick learner and knows what makes you feel good. When you first had sex he literally unclipped your bra with one hand, while his other rode up your thigh as if it was easy. When you’ve seen many of your ex’s struggle with getting it off with both hands, so needless to say it was attractive to see him multitask without breaking a sweat <3

F- FAVORITE POSTION

He honestly doesn’t have one, but he is fond of cowgirl. He loves seeing your tit’s bounce ontop of him, and gets veryy turned on when you lean down on him and beg him to help you reach your climax. Or when you feel more dominant and choke him lightly, loves that shit

G-GOOFY ( are they serious in the moment?)

He’s on the more serious side, though he will tease you a little if your a loud moaner or if you whine a lot. He loves getting on your nerves <3

H-HAIR (are they groomed down there?)

He trims so it’s not hairy or anything

I-INTIMACY

Veryyy romantic with you, hobie always tries to take his time with you unless your both just itching to fuck. Slow and lazy kisses pressed to your lips while his hands are all over your figure. It almost seems like he’s edging you at times because of how much he’s pacing you but he just wants you to know how much he appreciates his girl <33

J- JERK OFF ( how many times do they do it? Do they do it a all?)

When hobie isn’t with you or when he wasn’t dating you he’d jack off 2 times a day on average. Thinking about your pretty moans and how you jolt every time he sucks at the one sensitive vein on your inner thigh, while he fists his cock in his hand needily. Wishing it was your small soft one <3

K-KINKS

Choking, bondage, sensory play, spanking (to some degree), edging, overstimulation, degradation & praise, dry humping/grinding though clothes, semi public sex (fucking you in a closet in hq if your a spider) dumbification, size kink, creampies, the list goes onnn

L- LOCATION (where do they prefer to do it?)

He honestly would fuck you in a storage closet or in a public bathroom if he was that horny, though most of the times he likes to have the seclusion of having you to himself in his/ your apartment

M- MOTIVATION ( what turns them on?)

Anything. This man can get turned on by you simply not wearing a bra under his band tee and see your hard nipples due to the cold of the ac. Then a few thoughts about you later..you’re now under him getting your pussy eaten out all because you didn’t wear a bra.

N-NO (turn offs, things they wouldn’t do.)

Wax play, threesomes, having someone else watch you, knife play

O-ORAL (giving or receiving, and how good they are at it)

Hobie absolutely loves having his head between your legs, hearing your gasps and moans just turns him on so much and can calm him down after a long day. He’s really fucking good at it too, he’ll use his fingers and his tongue at once if he feels like being a tease or just anxious to feel you cum

Now on the receiving side: he’ll rarely say it verbally but he loves seeing you on your knees for him, almost as much as he loves feeling your pretty lips around his shaft. Seeing the bulge in your throat from trying to take all of him turns him on so damn much.

P-PACE ( how fast are they?)

Depending on his mood he can be slow and deep or fast and rough, he usually quickens his pace when he’s getting close, his head in the crook of your neck usually whispering dirty things into your ear to near your orgasm. But usually he’s in the middle, hitting your g-spot with deep thrust and a good pace.

Q-QUICKIES

As I’ve said before, if he’s horny enough he’ll fuck you for a good 8 minutes in a supply closet if he needs your cunt that bad. Though he really prefers having all the time he wants to make his pretty girl feel good.

Sorry loves i got tireddd, hope you enjoyed the hcs though!

[midnightshindig]

So I'm not sure if your requests are open, so feel free to ignore this

Could I have a magical girl reader with nolan? You know those memes where the most powerful thing in media is friendship, so why not have the embodiment of friendship take revenge for her friends

Like maybe they were even buddy buddy themselves

You can decide if this is like a romantic type setting or not, along with if she kills him or not

Nolan & Magical Girl! Reader

since magical girls are usuaully (although NOT always!!) High schoolers, I decided it would be a conflict of interest for there to be romance, but dw I gotchu!

I just watched the pilot for "I dont' want to be a magical girl" (GOOOOO watch it if you haven't the VA is hilarious and the animatic is so good and comedy is punctual as hell) so that might influence this a little

hcs under the cut!

"Nolaaannnn!!" You come barreling at him, tackling him into a hug

You're older than your title would suggest, being in your mid twenties by now

but you've been doing this magical girl shit since you were fourteen, so don't underestimate you!

Either way, this prlongued career introduced you to Nolan, the batman to your sailor moon

It's giving "I think we have to kill this guy, Y/n." "Aw shucks...."

This has been the dynamic of your friendship for the last five or so years, meeting through a kaiju battle on the sea bordering Japan.

Since then the two of you regularly team up when he's in your part of the world

He won't lie, he finds your bright and bubbly nature charming

plus I mean come on, Magic Magic Starship beam? hilarious.

Your magic comes from a magical mascot and its all super cute and whatever

Nolan doesn't like it

and it doesn't like Nolan.

And it won't tell you why it doesn't like Nolan, just that he seems too familiar

But who cares!! You two have fun, he's a good fighter, plus, you're pretty sure you're breaking through to him

"Power of friendship? That's where your power comes from?" He asks incredulously, taking a bite of his burger as the two of you fly around Japan

"Mmmhm!" You beam back at him "I know it sounds corny, but it's true. The power generated due to human connection and community is what gives me my abilities. It's a very powerful thing, you know, friendship." You took a sip of your milkshake, shifting to be flying on your back lazily "I think our friendship is my favorite, though."

Nolan coughed "us? Friends? I'm sorry Y/n but I don't have friends."

"Ugh this again- Omniman come onnnnn you and me are best buds! Get over yourself and let me love youuuu" You tease, squishing your cheeks together dramatically

Nolan rolls his eyes, finishing of his burger and dropping the wrapper into the sky "Race you to Shibuya? I'm picking up Sushi for my wife for dinner, special request, she likes a restaurant there."

You roll your eyes back, with a smile "Yeaahhhh sure, but if I win you have to buy me some too!!"

He grins, knowing it won't happen "Okay- Go!"

You've already started, but It won't matter

he's stronger and faster than you'll ever be

This doesn't matter much, though, and you keep fighting together

culminating in one particular fight with a particularly evil space princess

"Oh god not this bitch..." you mutter under your breath, before tightening your grip on your magic wand

"Friend of yours?" Nolan asks, approaching from the other side of the world "I was in the area" he lies

you can tell, but choose not to say anything

"Yeah, she's like convinced she'd my sister and wants me to help her take over the Earth."

Nolan's ears prick up at this

Take over the Earth?

Not on his watch.

He allows you to fight the woman for an extended period of time, staying benched until it appears the woman might kill you

"It was good knowing you, Y/n. I wish you could've joined my side..." her own magical beam charges, aimed at your head

and Nolan panics a little

He could easily kill her after she kills you

it would save him the effort of having to kill you himself later

but the pang in his heart won't let him, and before he knows it, he's got the space princess by the throat, flying so fast he breaks the sound barrier into space

Once out of earshot, he pulls the princess close "The Earth isn't yours to conquer. And if you ever come back, or lay your hands on Y/n again, I will fucking kill you and your entire people."

He returns to Earth to check on you, finding you right where he left you

"Awwwww you big sap, you worried about me!" You beam up at him, as he carries you to a hospital

"Of course not, don't be silly."

"Oh cmonnnnn we're friends after all!"

He sighs a deep, reluctant sigh "Yeah, okay. You're right, I'm your friend."

"and I'm yourrsssssssss" You grinned, loopy from the pain

"Yeah... sure." Nolan relented "I'm your friend."

It's a couple years later, and you're pushing twenty eight when Nolan tries to take over the world

You'd been retired for a year or two at this point, but how could you sit at home and watch this happen?

Ugh- you'd even need the support of your old teammates, who you called frantically

thankfully, they saw the news and had the same idea

So a five person magical girl group of late 20's women go to help Mark as they make their way to the scene of the fight

Well it doesn't matter because Nolan CRASHES right into your crew, Mark under him as the two fight

"Okay ladies, lend me your strength!"

"Wait, Y/n did we just come here so you can power u-"

"YES MEI NOW LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH-!" You grit out with a smile

"okay, jesus...."

So you like smile magic princess baja blast the shit out of Nolan, which only serves to get his attention

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Get out of here!" He yelled, venom in his voice and blood (not his own) dripping off of his face and fists

"Not until you stop being an asshole, Omniman!"

"IM SERIOUS Y/N GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."

You glared at him "IM serious, stop now."

He stood up, holding Mark down with his foot as he faced you "You don't want to do this."

He wasn't leaving you much of a choice "You're right," tears welled in your eyes "I don't."

Taking your magical wand in your hands, you began to twirl it, the girls on your team recognizing the move with deadly perception. You'd only used it once.

The air around you began to swirl into a vortex, the girls on your team funneling behind you to avoid the blast

You could only hope it missed the boy.

"I CAST: MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP-"

(god Idk how to write action bear with me)

and it NUKES The guy.

NUUUUUUKES THE GUY

Nolan? Dead. BONES.

You descend to ground level, pulling the-- thankfully alive-- Mark from the rubble

"Hey- thank you. Uhm.... fuck..." Mark is bloody and bruised and barely able to talk, close to passing out

you pull Mark up, carrying him like how Nolan carried you, to the hospital.

It's a bittersweet memory...

I guess you weren't friends after all.

[reallyromealone]

Title: like rubies

Fandom: batman

Characters: dick Grayson, Jason todd, Tim Drake

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings:

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, angst, nsfw, adult themes, vampire dick Grayson, reader has a slow reaction dw they will snap next chapter

Notes:

Summary:when vampires became more prevalent, (name) was hidden in a safe house without knowledge of what had happened, then he finally saw his mate... But he looked wrong.

Who was the red eyed man with his mates face?

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(name) knew he shouldn't open the door for him, staring at the red eyes on the other side of the glass door, a smile that didn't quite reach the others eyes and a calculating look masked with warmth. "(Name), baby... Open up for alpha" his alpha... Dick.. (name) let out a soft whine, having missed the other deeply since taken away.

"Dick's a vampire (name), were doing this for your safety!" Tim said earnestly, having gone as far to drug his brother in law and lock him away in the safe house that he built, Jason and Roy already taking in the safety precautions "nothing can hurt you here, just never leave and for the love of God... Do. Not. Let. Them. In."

And after that, (name) was alone, given enough food and entertainment to keep him safe and healthy for years until the others came back. He knew he was weak, not having the strength or abilities the others did but... He just couldn't look away from his mate. "I can't alpha... I promised them..." (Name) Whispered and touched the glass, looking closer at his mate and took in... Him.

The fangs were the first thing he noticed, sharp and glistening under the moonlight, dick placing his hand on the other side of the glass "they took you from me, baby... I miss you so bad" dick said softly, a look of sadness washing over his face "don't you miss me?"

He did... He missed dick so bad it hurt, a whine escaped his lips and dick knew he was so close to getting his baby back, he missed (name)... He missed his lips and god he missed being inside him.

Screw blood, Dick could live off the taste of his slick for the rest of his life.

"You hurt people dick... They told me what you did" (name) whispered and dick hated that he couldn't break in and just take his mate, cursing the magic that surrounded the house and the traps that could kill him if he tried. He knew his brothers and knew they rigged this place to hell... All to keep him from his beloved.

"Don't let them fill your heads with lies baby... Don't you believe your alpha?" Dick played his cards well "you're my mate... I miss you so bad and I know you miss me too, you had a heat without me and that must of hurt so badly... Please baby I don't want you feeling hurt like that" dick didn't care if he had to manipulate his mate, he would have (name) or so help him god. He could smell the blood rushing through (name)s veins, the sound of his heartbeat and the pharamones... God he wished he could have fucked him before his shit head brothers stole him away.

And he also knew (name) being here was a trap, he knew the brothers were nearby, planning... Why else would (name) be alone like this?

He knew he would have to lure (name) out.

And he knew the perfect time.

"Don't worry baby, alpha will be back..." Dick looked down at (name) with the boy next door smile that he knew made (name) weak in the knees, he loved how obedient (name) was though this time it was annoying... Of course his brothers infected his mind like this...

He would show them the consequences of touching what's his.

Dick watched (name) slowly drift back to sleep, the Omega always the sleepy one while he stared into his bedroom window intently, red eyes burning holes into the room.

He couldn't scare his mate, no no... He would never scare his darling...

Not unless (name) wanted that of course.

Dick had gotten his men to distract his brothers, giving him enough time to do what he wanted.

(Name) Was wandering around Wayne manor, the house strangely empty while he searched for anyone... The house feeling more like a maze then he remembered... Was it always this big?

"Baby...?" A voice called out and (name) turned to see dick, those blue eyes he fell in love with and sweet smile "what are you doing up so late?" He asked, clearly just getting off patrol and (name) wasted no time rushing into his arms "whoa baby, what's wrong? Talk to me?" Dick wiped away the tears from his face and (name) shook his head "Missed you..."

"I missed you too, bunny..." Dick held him close, the omega missing the flash of red cross his eyes while he gently lifted the other into his hold "god I missed you..." Dick moved his face to pull (name) into a kiss, the Omega greedily kissing back as they somehow fell onto a plush bed in a room (name) couldn't be bothered to recognize "you're so perfect..."

Dick watched through the window as (name) moaned and withered into his bed, the omegas dreams infiltrated by the vampire with the promises of kisses and affection, moving back to let his mate enjoy the dream that he spun for him.

He came every night, talking to his mate and trying to lure him into letting him in or even better coming out, he wasn't going to hurt his baby... He just needed to hold him.

His instincts screamed at him to care for his mate, pushing past vampiric sadism and bloodlust and all he wanted was to make sure was his baby was cared for and by him exclusively and he wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of that.

He knew (name) was feeling anxiety from being seperated from his alpha for as long as he was, dick playing the neglected and needy alpha card perfectly to lure him more and more.

Then it came.

Dick could smell it from a mile away, the smell of a fertile Omega in heat was like no other with vampiric senses and dick was ready to rip the door off the hinges to be with him "come on Omega, be good for alpha..."

(Name) Shakily stumbled towards the door, whining and unlocking the door, not realizing what he just did.

Dick's grin grew while he stepped in, letting (name) snuggle him and this was the first time Dick got to touch (name) since he turned... God he was perfect.

His perfect beautiful Omega.

Dick cupped (name)s cheek, putting his thumb in the others mouth to play with his tongue and god (name) was always such a good boy for him. When he was human he didn't appreciate how perfect (name) was but now he could give (name) everything... Anything he wanted.

"Such a good boy, listening to alpha so well..." (Name) Preened under the praise, he was so happy he picked the sweet sheltered Omega... His mate was adorable.

"Let's go home baby, I have pretty nesting materials for you" he whispered and lifted (name), kissing his neck sloppily before vanishing, staring down the camera in the corner before the cameras died.

The vampire king was no title taken lightly, having taken residence in a grand mansion where all the windows were blacked out and a perfect bedroom for him and (name), setting his mate down and watching (name) cuddle into the sheets "can I taste you baby? Just a little bit?" Dick was already between his legs, wasting no time and red eyes looking up at him with lust and hunger and (name) whined "come on, use your words" he teased the other who "please alpha!"

"Good"

As much as he wanted to just bite him, he knew it would be better if (name) was pleasured before... Give and take after all. Licking up his cock, dicks finger moved towards the others tight hole and god it's been forever since he's gotten to play with his beloveds tight little ass. The lack of sex made him feel like a virgin again, he remembered when they would practically do it anywhere...

Maybe he could get (name) to ride his cock during a meeting...

Fingering the omegas prostate and sucking his cock, Fuck relished the sound of (name)s moans and cries while the others fingers found their way in his hair and the tug was a welcome feeling. (Name) Humped his throat with vigor, clearly just as needy as dick was and it didn't take long for (name) to cum down his throat.

(Name) Was shaking when dick pulled away, moving to kiss his lips gently and his fangs gently scraped his lips and the taste of (name)s blood was more than anything he could describe, his cock straining his pants while he moved down to his neck and bit down, he needed more.

Dick drank the others blood, his mate tasted better than anyone he's drank from... He loved his mate and his delicious blood. (Name) Shook and moaned, body slightly limp while dick did as he pleased before pulling off and licking his neck. His venom was an aphrodisiac and seeing his mate look so fucked out and perfect made him fall harder for him, he was so stupidly in love with (name) and he was going to ensure nothing ever happened to him.

Ever.

Though dick pleasured (name) for days though never penetrated him, wanting to see (name)s reaction to taking Dicks cock to be passionate and all that good shit...

(Name) Sat up from the plush bed confused and dazed while looking around to see the grand and spacous room with ornate furniture, beautiful bouquets around the room that filled his senses with a fresh scent but what he noticed most of all was there was no light outside of the soft glow of the lamp in the corner. The room was a little on the cooler side, causing (name) to want to bundle in the blankets but he knew he couldn't just stay here... Wherever here was.

His neck hurt and the clothes he was wearing weren't his, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settle in within him. What happened to his home? Where's Tim and Jason... Did something happen to Dick? He wouldn't let (name) get taken...

Would he?

(Name) Tried to keep his chill with dick... That was a whole can of worms he didn't know how to even begin to open... Like that's the love of his life but like, he's now a vampire king? He's killed countless people! (Name) Was lost in his thoughts while investigating the room, already checking the door to find it locked and not realizing dick was sitting in the corner of the room watching him lovingly; his beloved was so cute all focused.

Reminded him of when (name) would putter their apartment looking for something he misplaced.

(Name) Grew frustrated and tugged at his ears a bit, a habit he developed due to his anxiety and mumbled something under his breath. He tried to keep calm, keep cool all this time for his family and loved ones but it got hard.

Stripped from his home, his mate vanishing and then he's locked in some house in the woods for MONTHS! And suddenly dicks back but evil???

And now he's here "and where is here?!" (Name) Wanted to cry as his words came out stressed and frustrated, crouching and taking a breath, not noticing dick stand up and walking towards him. (Name) Couldn't stop crying, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and god he felt so weak! He knew he should have accepted those self defence classes from Bruce! Dick felt his cold heart tug, his beloved was so distressed... Getting closer, he pulled (name) into a tight embrace and felt (name) freeze and looked at him before carefully touching his face... Cold.

He was so cold...

(Name) Felt his instincts go into overdrive, it was his mate but he wasn't... (Name) Tried to repress his flight or fight instincts. Dick rested his head in the others hand "hello my beautiful mate..." Dick whispered and pulled him close, nosing at his cheek "god I missed you... Did you miss me?"

(Name)s voice was caught in his throat and could barely muster a nod, it was true he missed his mate but he didn't know if he missed this version... He just knew he needed to be careful.

"Do you like your new home? I got everything you could possibly want... Gardens and a home theatre... We could start our family" and after a few pups (name) could turn into a vampire and they could all be happy forever and ever.

The mansion they lived in was secluded, deep within woods that were crawling with vampires so an ambush or escape was impossible, (name) would be happy and safe here.

Forever.

"How about we get you something to eat, yeah?"

[ayumy1]

Scored My Heart Part 2

Itoshi Sae x Male reader

Part 1 | Part 2 (<-You are here) | Part 3

Synopsis: The reason why Sae gave up his shared dream with Rin was because 'he' scored his heart.

Content: Fluff, romance, humour, tiny bit angst/miscommunication

wc: 4.3k

Note: Thank you for waiting, I'm sorry this took a month. Part 2 was getting much longer than planned and I felt a little bad for making people wait for so long, so I decided split it to make a part 3.

Language colour code: Spanish | Japanese

"I'm so bored." Y/n whined as he watched his mother cooking dinner.

It has been two days since Sae departed Spain to return home for the first time in four years. It was the longest Y/n had ever been separated from Sae since they became friends. Nothing felt the same anymore. whether it was training or watching anime.

"Y/n, why don't you call Sae, then?" his mother suggested.

"No." grumbled Y/n, "I'm not clingy."

Earlier that day during training, his teammates noticed his gloomy mood and teased him about being very attached to Sae. At this point, everyone was rooting for the striker and midfielder duo to hurry up and get together.

"Y/n...do you like Sae romantically?" she asked carefully. The older L/n knew the answer, but wanted to confirm if he knew it himself. There was no doubt that he would mistake any other question pertaining to romance with the same emotion as playing soccer.

"Hmmm...apparently." Y/n hummed, rocking on a chair.

"Apparently?"

"I did a test online." he proudly grinned, pulling out his phone to show a screenshot of his result.

"And, why did you do an online test?" sighed his mother, her eyebrow twitching slightly. If he wasn't so stupid at times, she would've smacked his head at his obliviousness, but it was best not to decrease his brain cells, if he had any.

"[Insert random teammate] did one and found out he wasn't attracted to girls," defended Y/n, knowing he had irked his mother somehow, "But don't worry, I figured something out myself! I don't like guys or girls."

But his confidence suddenly deflated and became hesitant to continue.

"Y/n?" she called out in concern, wiping her hands and walking over.

"Uhh...I only like Sae," he mumbled. His face was flushed red as he tried to avoid eye contact with his mother, to prepare for the onslaught of teasing. But she only smiled and gently ruffled his hair.

"Then, why don't you tell him?"

His mothers words echoed in his head, and before he knew it, Sae was about to return. Since his flight would return in the afternoon, the coach allowed him to skip training, but Sae had stubbornly promised he would be there in the second half.

Y/n was initially overjoyed to be able to see his friend sooner, but the joy was soon replaced with dread as time ticked on.

At one point during a break, all heads, except for Y/n who was lazing on the floor with his eyes closed, turned to spot their maroon haired midfielder in the distance. They were about to call his name, when they noticed the boy's finger against his lip. So they settled with waving instead.

"Did you miss me, captain~" a voice startled Y/n. His eyes shot open to meet his favourite teal eyes peering down on him. This season, Y/n was chosen as the captain, with Sae and another teammate sharing the vice-captain title. With Y/n as a striker, Sae as a midfielder and the other teammate as a defender, they were considered the pillars of the team.

"Y-you're back, Cariño." stuttered Y/n. The whole team's eyes widened in surprise. (Dw you'll get the translation soon, just be oblivious like Sae now)

"So, you finally thought of a nickname when I was gone." he said, offering a hand up, which Y/n accepted.

As captain, Y/n decided to give everyone nicknames for 'team bonding'. But in reality it was just an easier way for Y/n to memorise faces, but nobody really knew that except for Sae and the coach. Nicknames we derived from their appearance or any special fact affiliated with them. For example, one of the guys had a pet crab and hence was dubbed, crabtaker, a pun on caretaker. But Sae had always remained Sae.

"Uh, yeah." Y/n lied with a smile. He had accidentally let the term of endearment slip, since he'd heard it multiple times in a movie he recently watched with his mother. It was clear Sae didn't understand it, but since he had pointed it out, he couldn't just change it.

Whilst Sae was relieved to be spared from any teasing related to not having a nickname due to being, 'too special to the captain', he would rather die than admit he sort of missed being called by his first name in an endearing way.

"Break is over, back to practice!" the coach called out.

"Welcome back." Y/n said, squeezing Sae's hand before running onto the field.

Some of his teammates immediately congratulated him with slaps, immediately assuming they'd become official.

"Y-you're back, Cariño." a player teased.

"Yes, I'm back in your arms~" another teammate role played, being embraced in a hug.

"Shut up!" Y/n shushed them with a flushed face. He was so glad Sae was far enough to not hear what was going on. "You two, a lap around the field now."

"Yes, captain." they groaned.

It had been about a week since Sae returned, and Y/n kept up with the nickname, unable to confront Sae with the truth.

"So, how's it like dating our captain?" a random teammate asked, resting an arm over Sae. Y/n had been called off the field to discuss things with the coach, so they all swooped at the opportunity to know the tea.

"Dating? We're not dating?"Sae responded, very confused.

'"Huh?....HUUUUUUHHHHH?!?!" They were hoping to rile up and tease Sae in some sort of way, but now they were the ones getting flustered.

"B-but he calls you..."

"Y-yeah he calls you that...thing?!"

"Cariño? Is it something special?" asked Sae curiously. Based on everyone's nicknames, Sae had automatically assumed it was something about his appearance or something.

"It's what...l-lo...lo-lov"

"Lovers do?" Sae completed, to which they all nodded. Sae contemplated their words, he was hoping they weren't pulling his leg. For the past year, Sae had been trying to drop small hints towards Y/n to gauge his reaction. But the oblivious captain was dense, always thinking about soccer, which Sae couldn't really blame him for.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Don't stop training because I'm not watching you." Y/n interrupted, having returned from his impromptu meeting.

"Uh..."

"They were just asking about how my trip was." Sae replied, to which the others fervently nodded.

"Ok, well you can talk about that during our break." Y/n said, accepting Sae's answer as the truth, "We've got a team to crush tomorrow."

Later that night, Sae searched up the meaning behind his nickname.

Cariño [noun] translates from Spanish to 'dear', 'darling', or 'sweetheart'. Used to address a beloved person as a term of endearment, typically to a partner. (Pls don't kill me, I got this info from multiple sites)

He flopped on his bed, his head only filled with Y/n. Soccer was currently the biggest thing in his life, followed by family and friends. But before he knew it, Y/n was starting to become an unlabelled category on his own.

Sae was well aware of his feelings, but refrained from acting on them in case of irreversible repercussions. But maybe tomorrow, he would try something bolder in response.

To say Sae was nervous was an understatement.

It wasn't because of opponents they were facing today or that his performance was down, due to his lack of sleep last night. But rather because he had finally decided what to do about his infatuation with Y/n.

With responsibilities as captain, Y/n had been busy even before warm ups started. Apparently, their opposing team had an inadequate number of players due to a cold spreading around. Their whole midfield was missing, so they obviously had to forfeit the game, but the coaches and captains discussed the possibility of a friendly match. Sae could barely get a chance to talk to Y/n, which only worsened his nerves.

"For this game, Sae will be captain." the coach announced to the Re AI youth team, who were waiting patiently for the game lineup.

"Huh?!"

"What?!"

"What about Y/n?"

"He's joining the other team," he continued, "[Insert best defenders] too. From their lineup, they'll have a strong offence and defence, but a weak midfield. We'll have the opposite. I want everyone to see the problems and grow to fix them. It is a game to our disadvantage. You never know what may occur to cause player substitution, so be prepared to play an unfamiliar lineup."

The coach then began listing the lineup, to which Sae ignored. Whilst he knew his role of an offensive midfielder would have to adjust to the current team formation, his eyes wandered to Y/n, who was listening intently to the coach.

Over the past years, Y/n had grown both physically and mentally. His eyes were sharper, his hair was neater and his voice deepened, still accompanied by the occasional voice crack.

"That is all." finished the coach, snapping Sae out of his thoughts. The team began to disperse into small chatter, with most heading to the players temporarily departing the team.

"It was an honour to be your teammate! YOU WILL LIVE ON FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS!"

"We're not dying." one of the defenders that was changing teams said.

"CAPTAIN! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE NIGHT YOU TOASTED TO MY EYES?! THAT NIGHT!"

"WAS IT A LIE WHEN YOU SAID YOUR TIME WITH ME WAS THE MOST ENJOYABLE OF THEM ALL?!"

"You guys know, this is only for ninety minutes, right?" Y/n sweatdropped, as a few players clung to his shirt. One even rubbed his eyes so hard that they became red and teary.

"Could you not touch him so casually, YOU HOMEWRECKERS?!!" another player yelled, "Captain has soccer practice with me now, let's go captain. Today I'll have you master 'Twinkle twinkle little kick'."

Obviously those players were dubbed the 'dramatic dumbasses' that always loved to embarrass others with their antics. On the other hand, there were the 'aloof onlookers' that could only watch with second hand embarrassment and try to pretend they weren't associated. They did, however, find it slightly entertaining and shared the same sentiments such as missing their teammates, but were dead set on taking that to their grave.

Y/n was beginning to regret introducing his teammates to anime, which he initially did to help them connect with Sae. But the midfielder was so absorbed in soccer, the only shows he knew were for children.

"If you don't come back on time, we'll hunt you down. Right, Sae?" a player threatened. Everyone turned to Sae, who had yet to say anything since the lineup was announced.

"If we win..." he began, "Then we don't need him anymore."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"YOU'RE RIGHT!"

"LET'S WIN, CAPTAIN SAE!"

"BYE Y/N!"

'"Wha?" Y/n let out a noise in confusion. The teammates that were crying over his departure were now happily shipping him off, quite literally. They grabbed his limbs in an attempt to carry him away. "HEY, I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU GUYS WIN."

"Good, don't go easy on us, Darling~." answered Sae, trying his best to not stutter. Thankfully, the dumbasses' fooling around, had calmed down his heart to execute his plan. "I'm returning the favour."

Y/n froze, second guessing what he had heard, either nobody noticed or cared about what it could mean. The small moment of shock allowed his teammates the chance to 'deliver' him to the other team.

The kickoff started awkwardly, as both teams attempted to compensate for the lacking areas. Due to their familiarity with each other, the youth Re Al team was the quickest to adjust and managed to score in the first twenty minutes.

Y/n was conflicted. Every time they managed to steal the ball, it could never reach Y/n, since Sae controlled the midfield.

Whilst he was very proud of his former team for pulling through, he was losing his mind with his current team. His 'captain' was a defender, which was completely fine. But under these circumstances with no strong midfield, the captain had no plan to distribute the players strategically in an offensive formation. They couldn't win purely on defence.

He was overconfident, believing that the opponent main force without Y/n would crumble. He was also stubborn and didn't believe in the Re Al's defenders that moved teams, so they were positioned in areas that could barely utilise their skills.

"WOOO! LOOKS LIKE YOU WON'T NEED TO COME BACK, Y/N!" Y/n's former teammate shouted, at the half time break. So far, Y/n's team had barely attempted a play in comparison to Sae's team that was trying every moment they could.

"Y/n come over here." his captain called.

"Tch." Y/n spat in annoyance to himself.

"I need you to be the midfielder." he ordered.

"No." muttered Y/n.

"No?! I am your captain. YOU listen to me, I'm doing this to win." the captain retorted.

"To win?," Y/n began, tempted to pummel the guy into the ground. "All you've been doing is a joke...IF YOU WANT TO WIN, I'LL SHOW YOU HOW."

Y/n stormed off to his position, whilst Re Al could only watch in anticipation and wariness, knowing that Y/n was gonna find some way to leave that captain stunned.

The kickoff started with Y/n, who immediately began charging to the goal without passing to anybody. He swiftly weaved through his former teammates as he was already familiar with their style.

Until he reached Sae.

They began to joust for the ball, each performing their own moves to out manoeuvre the other. Unfortunately, as partners, they had learnt counters to each other's skills and were quickly exhausting all ideas.

Luckily, Y/n recalled a move he saw on tv the other that he had yet to try out. He attempted to imitate it, passing the ball to his hind leg, twisting and chipping it up and out to fake it to one side before kicking it behind, twirling to bypass Sae.

He began to sprint forward towards the goal and let his instincts take over. The ball powerfully soared and curved into the net of the goal post, evading the keeper's outstretched arms by a mile.

Sae's heart wildly pounded in his chest as he watched Y/n turn around to him and beam like the sun. It was at this moment that he realised he wanted every one of those smiles to be directed at himself. Whether it was from everyday life to playing soccer even if they weren't on the same team, Sae wanted nothing more in that moment then to be beside Y/n.

With Y/n as the centre of attention, it was too late to notice that one of the former Re Al defenders were open to receive the ball. Together they began charging to the goal, swiftly passing their former teammates with short one touch passes back and forth. It was a tactic Sae recognised, since it was something he practiced with Y/n.

"Not so fast, Darling." the midfielder intercepted. Y/n paused for a second, realising that Sae had called him 'darling' for a second time. He was certain he wasn't hearing things wrongly.

Luckily, the defender was quick to aid Y/n to protect the ball. There were less than five minutes left and the score was tied.

Everyone else could only watch as Re Al youth's top three, hoping to catch the ball if it strayed off.

Y/n L/n, captain and ace of the team with their best defender and co-vice captain, against Sae Itoshi, Japanese prodigy and co-vice captain. Re Al's coach simply grinned from the sidelines, it was exciting to watch the former teammates vying to beat each other.

Sae's attention shifted to the defender, scanning for openings and pressuring him to falter.

"You better catch up, Cariño." Y/n teased, before stealing the ball from behind the defender, surprising everyone. Since time was rapidly running out, he was desperate to score in order to prove someone wrong.

He sped forward before shooting, the impact resonating throughout the entire field.

The 'dramatic dumbasses' raced forward to crush Y/n into a hug, forgetting that they were on the opposing team.

"CAPTAIN, WE NEVER DOUBTED YOU!"

"NOT FOR ONE MOMENT!"

"THAT'S DEFINITELY A LIE!" Y/n yelled whilst being suffocated.

"I'm sorry." the captain apologised, facing Y/n.

"It's all good, it was a learning experience for everyone." forgave Y/n before joining his teammates, who were waiting for him to head out to their local bakery.

"Granny, we're back!" exclaimed one the players, as they all entered a small cozy bakery. An old lady at the counter was very welcoming, always giving out free snacks and insisting they call her 'granny'.

Everyone picked out their favourite bread and pastries with the exception of Y/n. Ever since the game finished and the adrenaline had worn off, Sae's choice of word continued to echo in his head. His mind went into overdrive, analysing all the reasons why Sae would call him 'darling' in Japanese, when no one but he could understand. The worst possible outcome was that Sae was just playing along and it would just be an inside joke between friends that kept his hopes up and nothing more.

He was aware of his teammates' shipping tendencies, so if Sae didn't find out himself, they probably told him.

"You're not getting anything?" Sae nudged the boy in concern. Everyone

"I'm not hungry." replied Y/n.

It was a half-truth. Normally, he would get very hungry but his stomach was already filled with dread, guilt and anxiety. Whilst Sae might totally reciprocate his feelings, his mind was clouded by negative thoughts.

"You're not sick, are you?" questioned Sae, reaching an arm to check Y/n's temperature, "Hm...you're fine."

It was actions like these, that Y/n realised he couldn't stand if Sae was doing this out of friendship. He needed to tell him now, clear up everything, make a barrier and move on. He'll even move teams if it makes it better, they could both continue soccer without any trouble. He was still getting offers to join other soccer clubs, even the coach of the team he played on today offered him a position. FC Barcha would happily take him too. Obviously, when they made it to the top they'd meet again. But hopefully, Y/n would get over Sae by then.

Gradually everyone split off home, with Y/n and Sae together heading to the L/n household. Y/n had decided it was best to do it before they arrived because if it all went wrong, then at least they could part ways on some random street instead of somewhere memorable.

"Sae." Y/n called out, tugging on the boy's jacket so they could stop for a moment. His gaze was downwards as he couldn't bear to look at Sae's eyes. It would only weaken his resolve. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”

The midfielder gaze softened at the boy, waiting patiently for him to expand. It was clear from the way Y/n was gripping Sae’s jacket, that he was afraid.

“I-I…I’m sorry about your nickname.” he stuttered, “It was an accident. You weren’t supposed to have it.”

Sae’s heart dropped.

He wasn't supposed to have it.

Were the caring gazes directed at him, actually towards someone else? Like when you think someone is waving at you, only to realise it was to someone behind.

He grabbed Y/n roughly by the shirt, teal eyes staring down at the striker's frightened [insert eye colour] eyes.

"WHO?" Sae demanded.

"Huh?" uttered Y/n. At this point, the boy was willing to quit soccer if it meant he left Sae on neutral terms.

'I TAKE IT ALL BACK! MAYBE I SHOULDN'T GO PRO ANYMORE. I'LL BE A FARMER AND CUT OFF ANY CONTACT TO THE WORLD.' Y/n cried internally, 'IT'LL JUST BE ME AND MY SOCCER TRAINED ANIMALS. IF IT MEANS SAE WON'T HATE ME.'

"WHO IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE IT?" the midfielder repeated with jealousy and anger. Despite outwardly channeling his emotions onto Y/n, Sae was actually angry at himself.

He was known as a soccer prodigy, the best player in Japan and considered to be a highly favoured candidate for the New Generation World XI. An unparalleled playmaker for his age with quick reflexes and an analytical vision.

But, he couldn't even notice that his feelings weren't reciprocated. Perhaps he was projecting onto Y/n, and that everything he was seeing was deluded by his infatuation.

"N-nobody." Y/n replied, "Nobody's supposed to have it. I just accidentally said it, because it was in a movie I watched when you were gone."

Sae loosened his grip on Y/n, "Sorry...I shouldn't have yelled at you...or grabbed you like that."

"No, I'm sorry. I should have cleared it up that day, but I realised you might have felt left out without a nickname." apologised Y/n, averting eye contact once again, "The guys told you what it means, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, you don't have to force yourself to 'return the favour' anymore." he smiled bittersweetly, quoting Sae's words earlier that day. Before Y/n could turn away, Sae gently grabbed his forearm and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm not forcing myself to do anything related to you. I do it because I want to and because I love you." he confessed into the striker's ear, "You've helped me so much in ways you don't even realise. From helping me settle here, being my friend and teaching me. I would've been alone and bullied without you."

Sae paused, noticing that the boy he was embracing was sniffling slightly. It was time to pull out the cringy line if it meant he would smile. "You've scored my heart, so let me have yours."

Y/n choked out a laugh, trying to remain quiet and serious at the words he had just heard. The midfielder simply smiled, pulling away from the hug but keeping a hand wrapped around the striker's waist.

"You already have mine, Sae." chucked Y/n. Their heads were dangerously close together, as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Can I?" Sae whispered, averting his attention to Y/n's lips. With a small nod of permission, they both leaned forward into a light kiss.

(This depends on the reader's height. If you're shorter or the same height, Sae might bend down a little and use one hand to hold your chin and the other on your waist. If you're taller, he'd pull you down with one arm on and be on his tippy toes if he needs to. His other hand would then caress your cheek.)

"Your fever's gone down a little," Sae noted, packing away the thermometer.

"Sae, kiss." demanded Y/n. He was currently tucked in bed with a wet cloth resting on his forehead.

"No." rejected Sae, "I don't wanna get sick before I travel."

"So you'd get sick for me any other time?"

"Maybe" he bashfully replied, "But I need to go back to renew my passport, so not this time."

"But Sae, I won't be able to kiss you for a few days." Y/n whined, tugging Sae's arm for emphasis.

"Sometimes I wonder how people dealt with you when you were sick, before." he sighed, "Weren't you sick just before we met? You survived then."

"You remember when we met? I was so stupid back then." groaned Y/n, trying to hide his face under the covers.

"You were cute," admitted Sae, "But I had no idea what you were saying."

"Good." Y/n replied. But Sae was bursting with curiosity about it.

"Tell me and I'll give you a kiss. No lies." he smirked, offering an undeniable reward. A healthy Y/n would immediately reject the proposal, and find some other way to kiss Sae. Keeping his pride was more important. But a sickly and dazed Y/n would do anything to get Sae's affection, especially in the form of a kiss.

"Coach told me not to bite you, because the last time he introduced me to a guy...I bit his hand," Y/n recalled.

"You bit a guy?!" laughed Sae, who was absolutely losing it.

"Stop laughing! I was young and stupid! I wasn't paying attention and there was suddenly a hand in front of me. I didn't know he wanted to shake hands!" the sick boy raised his voice in defence, which resulted in a coughing fit.

"Who was it, are they on the team?" Sae managed to ask between chuckles.

"It's worse..." Y/n coughed.

"Come on tell me," Sae pushed, "Or no kiss."

"...Leonardo Luna"

Sae literally began crying at how hard he was laughing, his mind trying to imagine what had happened. It was no wonder when they happened to meet the first string Re Ai team, Y/n was quieter than normal.

When he calmed down, Sae stood up to leave.

"Hey, my reward." demanded Y/n, sitting up.

"I'm not kissing you now, I'll do it when I come back." he replied, turning his back.

"HUH? You traitor!" Y/n pouted and looked away, "I don't need you anymore. I'll get someone else, maybe [insert teammate] will love me."

Before he could process what was happening, a hand grabbed his chin and a foreign material was pressed against his lips. Sae was kissing him through a face mask.

"I'm the only one you need," Sae claimed, "Wait for me, I'll come back quickly to give you a real one."

Before he could leave, Y/n quickly cupped Sae's cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. The kiss was firm, as if they were trying to memorise each other's lips despite the barrier.

Still holding Sae's face, Y/n gazed seriously into his partner's eyes.

"Take your time, okay?" he smiled, "Spend time with your family and make sure you talk to Rin properly."

"You're my family too." Sae retorted.

"Keep that up and you could get a Spanish passport. Then you wouldn't have to keep going back." joked Y/n.

"One day." was all he said before pecking the sick boy's forehead before leaving the room. The boy was too stunned to speak.

Sae headed towards the kitchen, where Y/n's mother was beginning to cook dinner.

"Thank you for taking care of him," she thanked.

"No problem, L/n-san." he replied.

"Sae-kun, how many times do I have to tell you?" she reprimanded, "You're basically my son, you don't need to address me so formally. Especially since you're dating."

"I'll work on it." Sae blushed, "I'll be off now."

Part 1 | Part 2 (<- You are here) | Part 3

Note: Thank you for reading. I'm really happy that so many people liked the first part. I was really shocked that people followed and reposted it too. I'm sorry about the bad punctuation etc. in the first part, I've gone to edit some of it. Part 2 isn't thoroughly edited either, I will get to it one day.

This was only going to be a two-shot, but I got more ideas and before I knew it, a month already passed. So I decided to split it into a three-shot. Thank you for being patient. I was having a lot of trouble with the middle sections and a part of the draft didn't save properly which I lost T-T

Fun fact, I didn't plan the JJK reference, I only added it after what was there got lost, I couldn't remember exactly what was there before and got reminded of that JJK stroll scene.

Part 3 is when Blue Lock starts and U-20, so hopefully it'll be a little easier to write and be published earlier. But don't set your expectations too high. I have an extras/headcannon chapter that I will also release with or after part 3.

I was also really tempted to cut this chapter when Sae confesses with the title :p but decided against it

[tricksh0t]

★ helping hand (Hamburger Helper)

☾ jaime lannister x m reader

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ dw about the hamburger helper its a joke

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 ⛥ 2.14k words

cw: handjob, frotting, spit, sub Jaime, dubcon, swearing

Jaime is stressed. Actually, Jaime Lannister is stressed, because all his troubles seem to stem from his house duties.

Jaime knew that his father, Tywin Lannister, Hand of the King, seasoned army commander, war winner, and expert at giving disappointed looks was likely to strip him of his titles and send him back to Casterly Rock to continue the family line if he so much as made a single mistake, even going as far as taking back his words of disowning him, now that his little brother, Tyrion, was a very persecuted criminal. A breeding mare, he would be, because as much as Jaime hates to think about it, he is a one-handed knight who lost his sword hand.

If there's something he has, it's his cock, and it works; but he can't say it stands proud anymore, because his secret sister-wife Cersei denies him so much as a hand and he is nothing but blisteringly loyal to her.

So here he is, sexually, emotionally and physically frustrated, without his usual duties to fulfill like flaunting his sword.

The only thing that's not Lannister about his troubles is actually Tyrell, or rather, the cocky knight his new to-be-in-laws have brought with them from Hightower to become part of the King's Guard, you.

Already, you think yourself a God not to be fucked with, the second coming of Ser Meryn Trant, not for the asshole's skill but for his arrogance and blatant discourtesy.

What you have over Ser Meryn is actual skill as a swordsman, something you are right to be proud of, if you weren't so arrogant about it. Then there's your looks.

The Tyrells and Hightower love to be pretty. Margaery is a good match for his son already, despite what Cersei says, she is pretty on the outside as well as the inside. Loras, the Knight of the Flowers, is a popular bachelor, even though he has apparent, different tastes, he knows how to use his looks to fool a girl for his house duty. Olenna, though old, still decorates herself with the finest dresses and jewelry, almost as if it is second nature to her.

Naturally, you must be pretty too. You're not a Hightower kind of pretty, though, you're handsome, more rugged, scarred. You wear the Tyrell colors, their embroidery, their style, and yet you remain in Jaime's eye different.

It's too bad you're an asshole. He might've been good friends with you.

Jaime doesn't know why he's thinking about you while he's doing this. Initially, he'd just screwed his eyes shut to try to empty his mind and think of better things.

He tries to drift his attention towards what he usually likes, another's soft hands he's proud to have kept soft; long, flowing, and wavy blonde hair, emerald green eyes; but then he finds himself thinking of you again.

Rough hands that might just feel good on him, short hair, narrowed, mocking eyes, and another mocking smile to accompany them. Then muscles beneath armor, then muscles beneath nothing, then sweat and that sword hand wrapped around your sword and then imaginatively, wrapped around his cock.

And it's getting him off.

Imagining the hand he's got around him is yours is a filthy, guilty pleasure he'll never admit to, but it only helps that it's his left hand, because it feels foreign.

"Need a hand?"

Jaime jumps. His eyes snap open and he flings his hand away, only to sloppily pull up the sheets of his bed to cover himself decently.

"Just what are you doing here?" He asks, because he knows you've heard of knocking.

Evidently, you spy on the fact he hasn't gone soft. You continue taking steps forward. "I asked you a question first."

Jaime steels his dignity to speak next, "Jerking off is a one-handed thing, I'm afraid."

"Not going to take my so very kind offer?" You only stop nearing when you get to the edge of his bed.

You look down on him like you're in some position of power over him, even though he has all levels of seniority on you, because that is how you are. Cocky and arrogant and self-entitled.

Jaime sits up, but you push him back down, placing a hand on the unlaced front of his sleeping tunic, on his chest. His weak flesh hand comes up to fight yours, clutching at your wrist. His gold-plated, heavy hand is useless, and thus though he may not surrender, he cannot push you away.

You suddenly place your other hand beside his head, making him jump pathetically, but he is unable to go elsewhere as you lean down to whisper, "Let's not pretend that you do not fancy me, Kingslayer."

Your hand plays the part of a seductress, pushing his tunic loose around the top to caress at his hairless, toned chest. A warm touch, and he was right: a rough one too, the pads of your fingers are calloused.

"You swore an oath when you joined the King's Guard."

"You did too."

Jaime clicks his tongue at your audacity, looking up at you with narrowed eyes. You only return a smirk, that damned smirk, audacious and playful.

And then the seductress trails a path down the line between his pecs, down his sternum and abdomen, slipping below the covers to do so.

Jaime doesn't fight this time, in fact he lets go of your hand, and you can tell it's because he wants it.

His narrowed eyes change expressions, from an angry glare into a look that tells you he's watching you.

They only narrow further when you lift his tunic to trail your fingers not around his cock like you know he wants it, but down his happy trail. You take your sweet time swirling the short, thick hairs around your fingers in circles, thumbing at the end of the trail and the beginning of the tactile, trimmed bush. You switch from your whole hand to two fingers, tracing down the messy, crooked trail until you're almost at the base of his length.

Jaime is about to complain about how you edge right around it, but then you're suddenly grasping the base in one full hand.

He gasps.

Rough, is his first thought. Rough because of how tough the palm of your hand is, calloused and worked, and rough because you spare him no mercy in how tight you grip him.

"Softer, ass–" Your eyes silence him, that smirk again, you're in control of his pleasure. Jaime sighs, "please."

The pleasure lighting up in your gaze brings him no pleasure, not until you move your hand and, "Shit."

He tries to keep stoic, biting his lip to keep his mouth closed. It's a fight in it of itself, one he can fight. Though he has lost his swordsmanship, he has not lost the discipline and endurance that come with it.

However, the simple motion of your hand makes him want to roll his eyes back, even though you're barely doing him any good.

Already an electric shock fires through his body. His left hand feels foreign, yes, but it is slow and the fog of pleasure forming in his mind would make it sloppy. Your hand is perfect; actually foreign, big and motivated.

Jaime hasn't been the best swordsman in Westeros in a long time, and so he finds that he is losing his patience. The sexual frustration and this very moment are evidence of it, because he finds pleasure in all of it.

When your face leaves his view, it makes his eyes refocus. He looks down at you as you lean over his cock and not take it in your mouth, but let your spit drool over it.

"Fuck."

It's a sight, the new asshole of the Red Keep pleasuring him willingly, eagerly at that.

You spread the drool over his length evenly, but then only pay attention to his tip, thumb pressing against the slit and swirling.

His hand finds the back of your neck, an outward, sudden thing through the fog of pleasure and unmediated strength. "Don't make this impersonal, at least."

"If you can sit a while, darling."

Jaime rolls his eyes, but sits back and waits.

He's seen your body before, your boundless muscles and scarce scars, but of course he hasn't seen your cock.

You don't make a show for it, but his anticipation only makes things feel slower as he watches you undress. Just the faulds and scale groin guard, and then your pants and underwear, and the wait is much too long.

He reaches out to help, but you push his hand back against the headboard roughly. Jaime scoffs, and you only laugh in turn.

"Asshole."

You take your time, and Jaime takes his to watch. He bites his lip at the sight of your V line, but he focuses more on your hairy happy trail, lets his eyes follow it down the more you expose.

Your cock slaps your abdomen when you finally free it, and Jaime has to bite back an exclamation when he sees it.

He hadn't noticed, but precum had been dripping down his length as he watched. You press the tip of your cock against it, against his, collecting and spreading the pre around the both of you.

Jaime groans.

"Is it personal now?"

"Uh-huh." Jaime huffs breathlessly, eyes glued to what you're doing to him.

You straddle his legs and slowly press your cocks together lengthwise. He has no time to dwell on the size difference, before you're wrapping your hand around the both of you at the same time.

Jaime's breaths grow to match the pace of your hand, slow for now. His eyes close.

"Jaime."

"Hm?" Lazily, they open once more, only to widen when you part his lips and keep them open with your thumb at the corner of his lip.

Drool gathers at the bottom of his mouth forcibly, and he can't do much about it, not until you tell him to spit into your hand.

With his mind truly lost now, he obeys, and you soon spit into the same hand and use the mix to continue jerking the two of you off.

It's disgusting, a mix of your spit and his that will soon be accompanied by both of your seeds.

There's a wet squelch each time your hand reaches the top again, and that's disgusting too.

It's disgusting, but a part of him feels like he's missed this. A foreign hand, a sexual partner, pleasure like he's never had before, and he could only ever want more.

It's disgusting, but it's so fucking good.

Jaime's hips buck into your hand, wanting more and only more.

You're not selfish, either. The attention you pay to his cock makes it swell all the harder. It's almost as if you're servicing him, and only him.

When you add more spit into the mess, right on the tip of his cock, he yelps. His hand reaches for your wrist, and yet it does nothing to stop you.

He can't stop the moans from spilling from his mouth anymore, a steady "uh uh uh".

The coil in the pit of his stomach turns and turns, coiling and making him clench his stomach. He's close, so very close.

More pre weeps from the tip of his cock, and you swirl your finger around the tip, spreading it around.

Jaime's eyes focus once more on the movement. He winces, "Please."

But you're an asshole and he's forgotten that.

You wrap your hand around the both of you weakly, languidly dragging it up and down your cocks. It's not enough for him, not after how mind-blowing you were, not while he knows how mind-blowing you could be.

In a spurt of determination, Jaime's hand wraps right around yours.

No longer weak, his left hand guides the movement again, rough and fast that has his reactive hips bucking in tandem too.

You're very clearly amused but he does nothing about it.

No, he's in control now, doesn't need you.

Jaime chases after his pleasure, as he deems he rightfully deserves. He uses your hand like a vessel, a puppet, just to get off.

Hips bucking, pre and spit squelching, tip swollen red; it's instinctual, animalistic, the way he chases to snap the coil in his stomach with no regard for his energy.

When Jaime finishes, it's his first in a long time, and it has his entire body going limp.

His cum washes over the both of your lengths, but he's already got his eyes closed when it does. He doesn't know when you finish, only that it's later.

"Do I get a thank you?"

Jaime opens his eyes and looks at your now clothed body, then at his cock. His spit, your spit, his cum, yours. His nose turns up.

"No."

[magicicephoenix]

Hey, I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but is it ok if you can just give me a quick explanation of dca who? au, or just send me the link to your explanation of it? I kinda just got tired from trying to find explanations of lots of aus... sorry.

hi i’m going to use your ask as a rough masterpost until i manufacture a permanent one

The DCA Who AU is inspired by the show Doctor Who. That’s why it’s called that; DCA replaces Doctor for a silly play on words. pretty please do not call it the “Who AU”, that’s not what it’s called. and you can refer to specific characters with the acronym “DW” (ex. DW!Moon, DW!Sun)

here are the designs for our main trio! the Moon and Y/N had a quick redesign so direct your attention to the second image for them. note that Y/N also wears pants and other things i just felt like giving them a skirt here :)

the Moon was inspired by the Doctor, and the Sun was inspired by the Master. and Y/N is the Moon’s companion.

Brief explanation for those who don’t know Doctor Who (but in the terms of the AU): the Moon and the Sun are of an ancient race called the Time Lords, who oversaw all of time and were very powerful. Some time ago, there was a giant battle called the Time War, in which all of the Time Lords were wiped out… except for the Moon. the Moon stole borrowed a special device called the TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension(s) In Space), which is essentially a spaceship that is also a time machine. Years pass, and the Moon spends his time traveling from place to place; occasionally he comes across trouble, and he is one to help those who need it. The ‘start’ of the AU is when the Moon comes across Y/N during one of these bouts of trouble, and one thing leads to another and now Y/N is traveling alongside the Moon in the TARDIS!

the Sun comes much later in the story, once the Moon and Y/N become closer. he is a key antagonist and hates the Moon’s guts. why? unknown at the moment.

established lore (at the time of writing this):

the Time Lords are partly inorganic, partly organic. not just animatronics. They can open their mouths (though do not need to in order to speak) and eat. They don’t need to eat in order to survive, but it’s good for them. they also have fangs because fangs are fun. and retractable claws too.

in Doctor Who, Time Lords have a special ability that allows them to “regenerate” upon death, restoring their body with a new face and personality. in the DCA Who AU, this is replaced with a special program called the Regeneration Protocol, which kicks in when a Time Lord is fatally injured. it does a quick, barebones fix of the Time Lord’s body so that they won’t immediately die, and then initiates a mode where the Time Lord isn’t really mentally present as their body searches for materials to repair itself until they’re stable again. they will use anything (anything) in reach to do this. afterwards the Time Lord may suffer some negative effects, as running the protocol is harsh on the body & mind.

the Moon and the Sun used to be old friends. they have special nicknames for each other: “Moondust” and “Sunshine”. however, once they meet again in the AU, the Sun refuses use of his nickname. additionally, the Moon gives Y/N the nickname “Star” and also “Starlight” occasionally, and the Sun (upon meeting them) nicknames them “Dewdrop.” these names have out-of-universe significance :)

i’m using their full titles here but the Moon and the Sun are good to just be called “Moon” and “Sun”! doesn’t matter to them.

Y/N is in their 20s, lives alone, and is somewhat distant from their family. they don’t have much to return to.

the collars around the Moon and the Sun’s neck are a special cloaking device! it’s for if they time travel to a point where cyborgs/animatronic/the like aren’t considered people or are disproved of. it works as a sort of perception filter that forces the brain to gloss over the non organic parts of their appearance, essentially accepting them as whatever form of being would make sense in the scenario (ex. on earth surrounded by humans? must be human! on mars surrounded by martians? must be martian! though it usually defaults to human for simplicity’s sake, especially when the Moon’s with Y/N)

playlists

Main playlist; songs are arranged in chronological order to the AU :)

Sun's playlist; no particular order

[formulakracing]

“the best weekend of my life” - t.w.

pairing: female driver!reader x toto wolff

warnings: some cursing, golden girl being down bad for her man and toto returning the love, very fluffy and cute shit, whispers of engagement, some slut shaming, hate comments, yadayadayada

a/n: this is set after the events of the final chapter of alkaline & between the events of the epilogue (which will be posted sometime here soon!) i just miss writing for our golden girl and her man! i hope y’all enjoy! <3

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goldengirl: victory could not taste any sweeter. to my parents, thank you for always supporting your little girl’s dream. to lewis, george, & alex, thank you for welcoming me into the racing community with open arms and fueling my desire to compete. to lily, thank you for being my best friend and telling me that i can achieve this. to the mercedes team, thank you for taking a chance & signing this hot-headed “brat.”

and finally, to the love of my life. toto, you were the reason that this happened. thank you for taking my hand and helping me achieve greatness. thank you for being the shoulder to cry on. thank you for pushing me to the best driver i can possibly be. over a year ago, you promised me that you would make me a world champion.

here we are, my love.

i’m the first female world champion in formula 1! 🏆 not only that, but i have joined phil hill and mario andretti as the only americans to win this title! 🇺🇸

don’t worry, this win won’t be the first. there are many more titles to come! 💫

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lilymhe: STFU I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!

lilymhe: MY QUEEN!

lilymhe: this was so cutesy yet iconic at the same time

lilymhe: thank YOU for being my best friend! you will forever be MY golden girl! I LOVE YOU! 🩷

alex_albon: i am so unbelievably proud of you! i am so blessed to be one of your best friends and fellow competitors. i love you! 🤍

goldengirlforever: WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER⁉️ 🦅💥🇺🇸 on some real shit, congratulations queen! you deserved this!

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lewishamilton: muchhhhh deserved! i am so proud of you! keep proving them wrong! 🩶 we will remember your name for decades to come

f1fangirly: did you REALLY deserve that win though? 🤨

mercgirly69: no for real. what the fuck was this season? hoping 2026 is better 🙄

totoswife1978: perks of fucking the team principal i guess!

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georgerussell63: i am so proud of you. 🤍

georgerussell63: i totally didn’t cry or anything!

carmenmmundt: i totally didn’t wipe away your tears or anything

f1fan: queen behavior! you deserved this!

carmenmmundt: georgie & i cried while you were on that podium! i can’t think of anyone else who deserves this more! soak in your victory babes. we are so proud of you 💓

georgerussell63: HEY! what about me? 😢

lewishamilton: be patient georgie, your time will come 🤍

mercfangirly: lewis really said “no🩷 not rn george”

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torgerwolff: i love you, golden girl. you have worked so hard for this. i can’t wait to celebrate with you later tonight! 😄

ggstan4life: wdym by that? 🤨

f1fan420: PLEASE TOTO—

f1fan69: TOTO— I—

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landonorris: congratulations! proud of you! 🧡

mercedesamgf1: we are so proud of you, golden girl! 🎉 time to pop that champagne and celebrate! 🍾

goldengirl just posted!

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goldengirl: the best night of my life. i will love you forever, torger wolff.

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lilymhe: my app just crashed

lilymhe: i have never clicked on a post notification so fast in my LIFE

lilymhe: PLEASE ANSWER MY FT CALLS WHAT IS HAPPENING

alex_albon: baby dw she’s not answering my calls either. we will get to the bottom of this!

alex_albon: are you in your engaged era? what is this? 🤨

lewishamilton: george and i are blowing up your phone

lewishamilton: please pick up

lewishamilton: poor georgie is STRESSED

goldengirlforever: MA’AM⁉️ I THINK YOU BROKE THE INTERNET WITH THIS ONE

ggstan4life: i’m quite LITCHERALLY on the edge of my seat

f1fangirly19: NO LITERALLY

f1fangirl09: WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON⁉️

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georgerussell63: if you don’t pick up the phone rn 😀🔫

georgerussell63: YOU KNOW HOW NOSY I AM! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON!!

carmenmmundt: is this what i think it is?

mercedesfan: GIRL IS THIS AN ENGAGEMENT POST⁉️

mercfan76: I AM WONDERING THE SAME THING

landonorris: i am also stressing trying to figure out what this means 😩

mclarengirl73: LANDO PLEASE—

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goldengirl: i leave my phone two seconds and here we are 🙄

lilymhe: I NEED ANSWERS!!! NOW!!!

alex_albon: group ft call incoming!

mercfan29: ALEX DKENEMEK

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mercedesamgf1: we are also curious to know what this is about… 😶

f1teaspill: check your dms babe!

f1news: is this an engagement post? if so, check your dms! we would love to do a story! 🩷

[hearts4golbach]

could you do johnnie x reader where the reader ‘teases’ johnnie while he’s streaming and it leads to more after his stream? love your work btw 🖤

Ecstasy.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

title reference iykyk. kinda short, sorryyy

warnings:

slight sexting, hair pulling, slapping (ass dw no abuse), use of mama,

you groaned quietly from Johnnies bed. "How much longer are you going to stream?"

"Not long," he whispered, covering his microphone so no one could hear your conversation. "What's up?"

you moved to sit on your knees while staying in bed. you leaned forward. your cleavage was prominent because of the tank top you were wearing. "cause the more I hear your voice, the more you turn me on."

his face heated up.  he cleared his throat. "I won't take much longer, okay?"

you sighed, "Okay." You got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. you started the shower and got undressed.

you stepped in, the luke warm water hit your back. you grabbed your phone and snapped a photo of you standing in the shower. you sent it to Johnnie.

it took him less than 30 seconds to respond.

johnnie: fuck y/n

you took another photo at a different angle.

you: Come join meee

johnnie: I'm ending the stream right now

johnnie: god, I can't wait to feel you

you: What are you waiting for

he read your message. the door to the bathroom opened not long after. you heard his rings and jewelry clack as they hit the counter.

he hurriedly got into the shower. his hands met your hips as he pulled you closer to him. his hard cock was pressed against your thigh. "hey beautiful."

his raven colored hair had started to get wet. you moved it out of his face. "hey," you whispered before pressing your lips onto his.

Johnnies lips glided with yours passionately as his hands roamed your body. his hands worked their way down to your ass. as he massaged it gently, you let out a quiet moan into his mouth.

he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. your tongue swirled along with his as he pulled you closer.

you hand wandered down his chest before finding his cock. you began to stroke it gently, smiling into the kiss as he whimpered quietly.

he grabbed your waist and switched your positions. he pressed you against the cold, wet tile wall as he continued to kiss you. he kissed down your neck, leaving small hickeys.

he nipped at your jawline. "turn around for me, mama."

you did as he told, turning around and pressing your face against the tile. his hands slid up your lower back before one tangled in your hair. he pulled your head back gently and whispered in your ear. "you look so fucking good like this."

the heat between your legs began to grow. "god," you whimpered. "please, fuck me, Johnnie."

he leaned his body against yours as he aligned his tip with your entrance. "Since you asked so nicely."

he thrusted inside of you with a grunt. your mouth fell open as a low moan came out of your mouth. "so fucking good for me." he breathed out before releasing your hair.

he gripped your hips and began to thrust inside of you. your walls squeezed him tight, making him grunt with each thrust. his hand slapped your ass. the sting made you moan out. it turned you on even more.

you grinded back onto him. "shit," he mumbled as he quickened his pace.

one hand moved to your throat. his fingers wrapped around it tightly, making your moans come out hoarse.

"You can take it, babe." his voice echoed throughout the bathroom. the sound of his hips meeting your ass was rhythmic. "you feel so fucking good." he kissed your shoulder.

"fuck," you choked out as his grip on your neck grew tighter. "you fuck me so good, Johnnie."

"I know." he teased. "only I can fuck you like this."

you hummed an agreement that was cut off by a moan as his thrusts grew quicker. your mouth fell open as you couldn't help but moan out curses and his name.

"you needed my dick so bad," he teased once again, "happy now?"

you nodded your head quickly. "fuck, I could take you all night, Johnnie."

"you just might," he grunted as his cock pistoned in and out of you.

"oh, shit." you whimpered. he leaned over you and bit your shoulder, leaving a dark hickey behind.

his hand moved from your throat to your hair. he pulled your head back, making your back arch. his cock thrusted inside of you deeper, making you scream his name.

"so fucking good, ma." he praised.

"fuck, I'm so c-close." you were breathing heavily in between words.

"you gonna cum on my dick already?" he choked out. "that's so fucking hot." he hissed, his pace relentless.

"yes, yes!" you squeeled. your mouth fell open, and your eyes fluttered shut. ecstasy coursed through your body.

your walls spasmed around his dick as you felt the knot in your stomach about to snap. his grip stayed in your hair while the other was on your hip.

"let go, y/n." he kissed along your neck. "come on, mama."

you squeezed your eyes shut and moaned loudly as you came on his dick. he pulled out and came on your back, which was quickly washed off by the water.

you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. you looked into his eyes with a happy smile. "what?" he asked, smiling back.

"nothin'. I love you." you pecked his lips before pulling away and reaching for the shampoo.

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ two boys (one to kiss your neck and one to bring you breakfast)

note: guys this wasnt supposed to be my first work here but it came to me the easiest 😔😔 song title is bike dream by rostum 😍this isnt like the meaning of the song tho dw

content: leo valdez x reader, jason x reader; dating hcs

*ੈ LEO VALDEZ

loves affectionately and openly

he'll peck your lips in front of everyone without a care in the world, as if after he's had a taste of your touch, he can't go a second without it (he'd probably make out with you if you let him)

he follows you everywhere, even trying to go with you while you shower (he'll never go inside the actual shower unless you want to)

"leo, as much as i love you, no. not today at least!"

"i'll just sit on the toilet seat, i swear! and i can talk about all my cool inventions!"

(maybe you'll change your mind?)

has to have a hand on you at all times

even a pinky will do for him

he loves holding pinkies actually, he thinks its so cute

will make you pinky promise not to snitch on him when he blurts out a new prank idea in the works

loves overexaggerating gentlemanly acts?? for the sillies

like he'll bow down to a 90 degree angle and swoop an arm out while the other kisses your hand

opens the car door for you like an escort

"for you, milady!" and does a cheeky little wink as he bows

he loves it when you play along like a rich noble from the 1800s

showers you with the metal work he does

he'll make you cute little rings and necklaces if you like jewelry

or metal flowers that'll never wilt

or something more practical, like a switchblade if you like those

either wakes up at 5am or sleeps in until noon there is no in between

or maybe he stays up until 5am because one time you caught him slipping out of bed to finish up the gift he was making you

"leo? what are you doing up?" you rub your eyes sleepily as you catch him at his desk, the lamp you gifted him glowing dimly

he startles and shoves (gently) the scraps of metal you see behind his arm

he grins sheepishly and rests his hand on his fist, positioning himself so you wouldn't see what he was making

"uh.. nothing! just finishing something!" he doesn't lie per se, but he'd rather not tell you the whole truth just yet (he loves how your face lights up when he presents another gift to you)

being the half-asleep mess you are, you didn't notice much

"alright.. just go to sleep soon, okay?" you yawn and turn back around to head back to bed.

"will do!" he whisper-shouts after you and sighs to himself in relief once you leave. close call!

you find a warm blanket preventing you from getting up the next morning, which just happened to be leo, his arms wrapped around your waist as if you were a pillow

a few more hours of sleep can't hurt, right?

*ੈ JASON GRACE

he's a bit shy to love

doesn't really do pda, but he'll hold your hand lotsss

if you guys started dating but didn't announce it, no one would catch on until they see you and jason holding hands (that took a lot of courage on his end btw)

after that he was a bit more open about it

i feel like he's kind of awkward at first

he tried to sneak up behind you one time and hug you but you turned around too soon and accidentally rammed your head into his chin

he tried to play it off because he's too cool to be embarrassed (his face was bright red)

can and will pick you up

it all started when you guys were running from monsters but your leg was injured so you couldn't move that fast and he literally just swooped you up bridal style and RAN

ran like the wind, even (haha guys pls laugh)

literally sprinting even as he carries a whole person like you were nothing

you fell in love (again)

he found out you like it when he does that so he'll do it randomly

"so then i said-" you were cut off with a yelp as jason picked you up off the bed and carried you in his arms, swinging you gently with a smile on his face

you pause in your storytelling, blinking at him as you grow increasingly flustered

he merely nods at you, saying, "keep going, i'm listening."

OH MY GOODNESS

tried to do reps with you after but you kept laughing

acts of service is so him

when you complain about it being too hot, he'll send a cool breeze your way

if you ask him if he did that, he'll play dumb

it was sweltering outside, the summer heat even worse as the both of you hiked up a trail

"gods, it's so hot!" you complained, taking a long swig of your water

jason hummed his agreement, and shortly after you felt a weird breeze out of nowhere

you pause, eyeing the demigod in front of you

"jason?"

"yeah?"

"did you do that?" you prod at his back teasingly, the smile evident in your voice

"i have no idea what you're talking about."