#almost everything sucks until the kid gets there. and then it slowly gets better

[nina-ya]

OK we've seen a lotta romantic stuff BUT... what about something more casual? Got any fwb/fuckbuddies hcs for any of Luffy/Law/Kid/Zoro?

Friends With Benefits Headcanons with Luffy, Zoro, Law and Kid

Synopsis: just like the title says! Pairing: Luffy x reader, Zoro x reader, Law x reader, Kid x reader (separately) CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, vague mention of feelings in laws, besides that just fwb stuffs

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It started with Luffy being as blunt as ever, dropping his casual indifference about sex into a conversation that left you floored. “It’s not that different, right? Just feels like using your hand,” he said with a shrug as if the entire concept was nothing more than a passing thought. You couldn’t stop the sigh that left your lips. “Oh, you have no idea,” you murmured, already scheming. 

The first encounter happened late at night in the empty kitchen when you finally decided to prove your point. His curiosity got the better of him as you knelt between his legs, tugging down his shorts slowly. “Just let me show you,” you murmured, your voice full of promise. The moment your fingers wrapped around his cock, his entire body tensed, a sharp intake of breath the only sound before his lips parted in an unrestrained groan. “Shit,” he hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily as you began to stroke him.

And when your mouth replaced your hand, the realization hit him like a freight train. The wet heat of your tongue gliding along his shaft, the way your lips sealed around him, sucking with the right amount of pressure- it had his head tipped back, his eyes squeezing shut, and a growl ripping from his throat. “What the hell– oh fuck, that’s–” Words failed him, his hands flying to your hair, gripping tight as he lost himself in the sensation. The sheer desperation in his moans was intoxicating, loud and shameless as if he didn’t care if he woke up the entire crew. 

By the time you let him fuck you for the first time, Luffy was insatiable. He’d been begging for it for days, his cock hard and throbbing in his shorts every time he so much as looked at you. “Come on, please,” he panted, his hands already slipping under your shirt, grabbing greedily at your skin. “I wanna know what it feels like. I need to.” His voice was raw and desperate, as if his entire world hinged on you giving in

The moment he pushed inside you, an almost feral sound tore from his throat. “So warm, so wet, so…” he groaned, his hips snapping forward instinctively as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t even try to take it slow; he couldn’t if he wanted to. The way your hole clenched around him, wet and hot and perfect, drove him absolutely wild. His pace was frantic and erratic, every thrust hitting deep as his moans grew louder, filthier, until you had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep the entire ship from hearing. He didn’t care, though. If anything, it spurred him on, his teeth grazing your palm as he muffled a growled, “Fuck, you feel so good.” 

After that, Luffy was a man obsessed. He wanted to fuck you every chance we got– in the kitchen, in the crows' nest, on the head of the Sunny, wherever he could get you alone for more than five seconds. Subtlety wasn’t his strong suit, and he didn’t even bother trying to hide it. His neck was littered with your bite marks, his chest and back decorated with scratches that he proudly showed off, oblivious to the crew's exasperated stares. 

With every encounter, his insatiable curiosity drove him to try anything and everything. “Can we do it upside down?” he once asked, completely serious, his head tilted as he waited for an answer. He wanted to explore every inch of you, every reaction he could wring out of you, and he was shameless about it. The moment he found something that made you moan even just a little louder, shudder harder, he’d latch onto it, repeating until you were trembling, begging for more.

It didn’t take long for this fuck buddy relationship to leave him with an insatiable appetite. He grew bold enough to grab you whenever and wherever the urge struck. Leaning over the railing, half-asleep in a hammock, hell, he once tried in the kitchen while Sanji’s back was turned. 

It didn’t matter if the crew gave him shit for the marks littering his skin or the way he’d disappear with you for hours at a time. Luffy wasn’t one to hide what he wanted, and what he wanted was sex with you, and you wouldn’t trade this for anything else. 

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The crow’s nest was where it all began. You were silently watching Zoro work out until just watching wasn’t enough. “C’mon, how hard could it be?” you quipped, laughing at the way his muscles trained as he hefted one of his absurdly heavy weights. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” he challenged, dragging you into his workout routine with a predatory glint in his eye. 

You took the challenge, standing beside him as you began mimicking his movements, your body quickly heating up under the strain. What you didn’t notice was how Zoro’s gaze raked over the sheen of sweat on your skin, the way your chest rose and fell, and the soft, involuntary noises you made when you pushed yourself a little too hard. 

He didn’t even realize he was staring until you caught him, your breathless laugh snapping him out of whatever daze he’d fallen into. “What? Didn’t think I had it in me?” you asked, voice light and playful. Zoro didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands grabbing your waist as his mouth crashed into yours with a force that stole your breath. 

It was raw, messy, and absolutely unplanned. He had you bent over one of the training benches, your hands braced against it as he pounded into you from behind, his low grunts and the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space. 

Afterward, Zoro was uncharacteristically quiet. He avoided your gaze as you got dressed, his confidence replaced with a rare hint of awkwardness. You both figured that was the end of it, a one-time lapse in judgment. 

But then it happened again. And again. 

The second time, he didn’t even try to play coy. The moment you walked into the crow's nest, he had you against the wall, his mouth on yours, and his hands already slipping beneath your shirt. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he would admit gruffly, lips brushing against your ear before dragging you to the floor. 

It became your thing– a dirty, addictive routine that neither of you bothered to question. Zoro would have you on your knees, your mouth working over him as he cursed and growled, his finger tangling into your hair as he fucked into your throat. Or he’d have you bent over various equipment, his pace merciless, leaving you shaking and spent while he smirked down at you like the smug bastard he is. 

By the time you’d found yourself tangled in Zoro’s limbs for the fifth or sixth time– not that you were counting– you’d all but accepted that no one else would compare. He was a man of focus and discipline in every aspect of life, and that extended to the way he fucked. There was no half-measure, no hesitation. Every thrust, every touch, every kiss was designed to leave you breathless, shaking, and so completely ruined that the mere idea of someone else trying felt laughable. 

Zoro was a fast learner. What started off as clumsy, heated desperation quickly evolved into him paying attention to everything. When your body tensed, the sounds you made, the way you trembled under his touch. He made sure to take mental note of that for the next time you were with him. 

The man had stamina for days, and his endurance translated perfectly into this. It was never just a one-and-done for him- both of you came undone over and over again until you were overstimulated, tears pricking your eyes as you gasped for breath. “Come on,” he’d taunt as his fingers delved between your legs, spreading you open for him again. “You can take it. Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

Cleanup was an afterthought at best. Zoro never stuck around to cuddle or chat, he wasn't the biggest fan of pillow talk. He’d pull his pants back on, toss a towel at you, and call it a day as he resumed his previous activities. 

It wasn’t romantic, but it was addictively good. The way he fills you, the way he growls your name, the way he pushes you to your limits and beyond until your body nearly gives out. Zoro wasn’t the type to hold back, and you weren’t about to complain, not when he left you a shaking, satisfied mess every single time.

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It started off innocently enough– or at least that's the lie you tell yourself every time you feel Law's hands on your body, coaxing sounds from you that would make the devil blush. It had been late at night, the two of you in his quarters with the moonlight streaming in through the window. He was hunched over his desk looking over case studies, his jaw tight with sections, dark circles just a bit more prominent than usual.

You murmured a simple, “You should take a break,” as you watched him rub an exhausted hand over his face. Of course, he snorted in response, lips pulled into a thin, humorless line as he muttered something about not needing a break.

You don’t quite remember how it escalated, but one moment you were standing there, and the next, his fingers were curling around your wrist, pulling you to him. His lips crashed against yours with an intense hunger, teeth scraping your bottom lip as his hands roamed, tugging at your clothes. Fabrics hit the floor in a frenzied blur, and before you could process the shift, the air was filled with your moans and the sinful sound of skin against skin.

Law treats the whole thing like an arrangement, nothing more than a mutual understanding- a transactional escape from the grind of life as a pirate. There’s no romance, no sweet nothings whispered in the dark. Just the bruising press of his body against yours, the deep growl of his voice commanding you to spread your legs wider or hold still while he takes what he needs.

His kisses are demanding– teeth biting at your lips, tongue delving into your mouth, and leaving you gasping for air. His inked fingertips from whatever part of you they can reach– your thighs, your neck, the curve of your waist– digging into you and leaving their mark behind.

Law pays attention to every gasp, every shiver, every time your voice cracks when you beg him for more. He files it all away, exploiting your weaknesses until you’re writing beneath him, your nails clawing streaks of red down his back as you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood, desperate not to let anyone hear the depravity unfolding behind doors.

The infirmary quickly became your playground. It was practical, as no one thought twice about seeing you leave together– a crew member seeking the doctor out for medical attention, they’d assume. But the truth was far filthier. 

Late nights became your undoing, the two of you barely remembering to lock the door before he had you pinned to the nearest surface. The cold metal of an examination table was a constant companion, pressing into your bare skin as he shoved your panties down your legs and into his pocket. He’d spread you open slowly, inked fingers teasing over slick folds before his mouth descended, devouring you like a man starved, as if your pleasure was the only thing that could satisfy him in that moment.

“Stay quiet,” he’d growl against your ear, the head of his cock dragging against your entrance before slamming into you, stealing whatever defiance you might’ve had. His voice was a hypnotic blend of filth and control, whispering all the things he was going to do to you, each word leaving your head spinning and your body arching against him as he fucks you toward your first orgasm of the night. 

You’d always leave the infirmary looking wrecked– hair tousled, lips swollen, legs wobbly as you tried, and failed, to regain some semblance of composure. Law, of course, looked immaculate; no one could even tell that he was balls deep inside of you just moments prior, though that smugness in his expression is always there to remind you just how thoroughly he’d ruined you.

And if you looked closely, you’d start to notice the subtle cracks in the walls he’d built around himself. Moments where this simple exchange of pleasure felt like something more. Like the time his breath hitched, and his voice came low and rough as he murmured, “You’re too good at this.” His forehead pressed against yours, honeyed eyes boring into yours in a way that made your stomach flip, as he continued with, “Too good at making me forget everything else.” 

You could pretend it didn’t matter, that it was just an offhand comment in the heat of the moment. But other signs were there if you dared to look. The way his hands lingered, mapping your body like he wanted to memorize every inch of you. The way his fingers didn’t just grip but caressed, a softness in his touch that hadn’t been there before. The way he held you close afterward, his chest rising and falling against yours as if he was reluctant to let go.

You could tell yourself not to overthink it. You could pretend the shift in him didn’t make your chest ache with confusion. But how could you ignore the way he slowed down, how he rolled his hips into you in a way that wasn’t just about chasing release, but about making you feel every damn inch of him? His forehead pressed into yours, his lips brushing over your jaw, and there it was– your name, murmured like a prayer on the edge of a moan.

His kisses grew less frantic, less possessive- more lingering, savoring, as if he were trying to communicate something he couldn’t quite put into words. His voice softened when he guided you through the pleasure, no longer barking commands at you, but soothing encouragements, spoken with a tenderness that left you reeling. He wasn’t just fucking you anymore. He was making love to you in every way but name, the shift so slow and gradual that it felt like you’d accidentally stumbled into it. 

You could ignore the way he was treating you, the way his actions betrayed the very ideal of casual detachment. You could let yourself believe this was just temporary, destined to burn out the way all things do.

And you had a choice to make. You could stay on this path, let him end it when the time came, and pick up the pieces of yourself when it was over. Or you could give in– to him, to this- and let it all become something far messier, far scarier, but infinitely more real. You could let the walls come crashing down and see where it led, knowing full well there might be no going back.

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One too many drinks at a rowdy tavern in some seedy little port town started this relationship. It was the kind of place that smelled of spilled ale and bad decisions. You and Kid were seated side by side, tipsy from cheap booze and a long week that had worn down the two of you. Half-hearted threats and teasing insults transitioned into touches that lingered way too long. 

When his large hand landed on your thigh under the table, squeezing firmly with no shame, no subtly, you leaned into it, your fingers trailing up his arm as you met his challenge with one of your own. “You talk a big game,” you murmured, your voice low and taunting. “Think you can back it up?”

And then came the bathroom. Not the most romantic spot for a first time, the broken blinking lights and the smell of piss certainly added to the ambiance, but neither of you gave a damn. He locked the door with a click, spun you around, and had your face pressed against the cold wall in an instant. 

Clothes barely came off; his hands were too impatient for that. He yanked your pants down just enough to get where he needed, his fingers rough and greedy as they spread you open. The stretch when he finally shoved inside was brutal, the angle unforgiving, and he groaned like a man who’d just found his favorite kind of trouble as he shoved you harder against the wall with every thrust.

By the time he was done, your legs felt like jelly, and the mirrors were fogged up from the heat of it all. Kid looked at you like he wanted to go another round right there, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he zipped up his pants. “You clean up nice,” he said with a smirk, slapping your ass as he turned to leave. 

That set the tone for every time after. No strings attached, no romance, just raw, shameless fucking whenever the need hit. It was about the release, about indulging in the kind of pleasure that left bruises and scratch marks behind.

One of his favorite things was seeing you struggle to keep quiet when he was fucking you in the dead of the night, in a place where anyone could walk in. The way your body would tense, trying to hold in your noises, but failing miserably as his cock hit that one spot inside of you that had you wailing out. He’d of course, laugh at you, a taunting sound that made your stomach flip. “Do you want everyone to hear us?” as for him, he didn’t particularly care if the whole damn world heard.

The best part was that there was no pressure. You could still flirt, still enjoy the random hookups with others on the ship or wherever you went. There was freedom in it. But more often than not, you found yourself seeking him out. He was convenient. He knew exactly what to do to make you feel good, how to touch you without overdoing it. And honestly, his body was just the right fit for yours every damn time. 

You swear that filthy mouth of his could single-handedly unravel you. He’d growl obvious comments like “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” as he dragged his thick fingers through your slick before shoving them into you saying some shit like, “You like being use like this, dont you? You’re made for this.” 

The crew knew; of course, they did. It was impossible not to, with how loud you sometimes would get or the way you left his quarters a stumbling mess with marks blooming across your skin. If anyone dared to stare too long or judge, he would bark at them to mind their own business.

This arrangement works because neither of you tried to make it more than just sex. There was never any pressure, no awkward conversations after he had just busted inside of you, just a shared understanding that you would be there to scratch each other's itch without hesitation. You could, of course, try to make it into something more if you so desired, but you don’t ever have to if you don’t want to, which is such a beautiful thing in all honesty. What you have with him is chaotic, messy, and thrilling, and that was more than enough for both of you. 

[aothotties]

Happy belated birthday, Gojo Satoru 💙

Warnings: MDNI, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, oral (m. receiving), Satoru calls y/n mommy, reader calls him Daddy, overstimulation.

Picking out a gift for the man who has everything is not easy by any means necessary.

It also doesn’t help when he tells you that he doesn’t want anything at all, just to be in your presence.

You damn near start to pull your hair out of frustration until you realize what you can get your husband… well not so much get, more like make?

A baby!

From the moment you met Satoru, he’s always been very vocal about wanting to have a family one day.

You’ve always been on the same page about wanting kids, you just wanted to start a little later than he did.

And honestly, now is a better time than ever. You two have been married for almost a decade, you’re at the height of your career and have enough money saved up to go on a long break. (The moment you tell him you’re pregnant he has you quit your job)

After a few more days of thinking everything over you conclude that this is what you truly want.

So on the day of his birthday, you spend the entire day trying to get pregnant :)

Before his eyes can even open your thick lips are wrapped around his cock and your tongue is leaving messy licks on his tip.

Poor Satoru can barely get a word out before you lift your sheer nightgown and slide down on his length.

“I-is this all for me, baby?” He bites his lap at the sensation of your tight hold wrapped around his long shaft.

You slowly nod your head and throw it back at the feeling of his thrust against your g-spot.

“ ‘m ready Toru. I’m ready for a baby.” You lean down and suck small hickeys along his jaw and neck.

His eyes widen and his tip begins to twitch and leak at your words.

“H-huh, baby are you serious?” He holds your thighs down against his pelvis and looks you in the eyes.

You giggle at the shock on his face and nod your head in return.

“Yes baby I’m serious, now’s a better time than ever don't you think?” You lean down so your chests are pressed against each other, he gives you a soft smile and rubs a thumb against your cheek.

“This is the best fucking present ever baby.” He smashes his lips against your own and starts controlling the motion of your hips.

You moan at the speed of his thrust and grab the sheets near his head. The sound of wet skin slapping fills the room as you two ravage one another’s bodies.

After he fills you up the first time, he flips you on your side and holds you close against his chest.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He whispers in your ear, he holds your leg in one hand and holds the back of your neck in the other.

“Oh god!” You moan, your head resting on his shoulder as a pool of heat stirs in your lower stomach.

“You close sweetheart? Gonna spill that pretty pussy all over me?” He bites at your lower lip and you desperately nod in response.

“Go ahead and let go princess, let daddy fill you up again, yeah?”

And after he fills you up for the third time, you think you’re safe…. until you feel him lifting your hips.

“S-satoru!” You grip the sheets at the way he playfully rubs his tip against your swollen clit.

“Don’t you want to make sure it sticks princess?” You’re cut off when he fills your tired cunt once again.

Your entire body shivers at the feeling of being so full and you immediately feel an orgasm arising.

“That’s it, mama, you’re almost there.” He pulls you against his chest and wraps a large hand around your throat.

Tears form in the corners of your eyes as the pleasure continually rises to the breaking point.

“D-daddy!” You cry out and grab the back of his hair as your back arches and you fall apart in his arms.

He holds you against his chest and rides out his third orgasm for that morning. He rests his face on your neck and pulls you against him as you both fall back against the sheets.

“So, you wanna try again in about… an hour or so?” He checks his watch and looks over to see you already back in a state of slumber.

He pouts at how quickly you went back to sleep and opts to cover you both with a blanket instead

Ari

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Meet the Family 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

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You drift into that sort of sleep that makes your head hurt. Even as you detach from consciousness, you feel the tempo in your skull driven by the pulse of your fatigue. The void behind your eyelids is painted in dull hues in splotches and smears. 

The residue of stress from your waking hours remains. It coils your muscles and knots under your shoulder blade. Just behind the curtain of sleep, it waits for you. A flight, your family, all that mess. 

You groan as you wake slowly. You shift as the blankets lay heavily over you, almost holding you down as you try to stretch out the stiffness. You arch your back and stop as you feel a firm prodding against your ass. 

You slap your hand down on the arm hooked around your middle. No way. Lloyd squeezes you and draws himself flush until you know exactly what he’s pushing against you. Ew! 

You jar away from him, ripping his arm off as you bounce and sit up in disgust. As you do, the blankets slip off his torso and he grumbles. His naked arm and shoulder bulge.

You huff and clutch your head. “Jesus, Lloyd, what are you doing?” 

“Mmm,” he curls his arm over his head, “shhhhh.” 

“Are you drunk?” You accuses. 

He giggles, “a lil.” 

You roll your eyes and reach for your phone. Your hand hovers over the night table and you frown. It’s gone. 

“Where the hell is my phone?” You hiss. 

“I unno,” he babbles. 

“Mr. Hansen,” you poke him, “where the heck is my phone? It was right here, now--”  

Your eyes skim to his side of the bed and pinpoint on the digital clock. Your heart drops. What the hell? You leap out of bed in a panic and rush around to the table, grabbing the clock as you whine. 

“No, no, it’s-- I missed my flight! Lloyd,” you slam down the clock, “what did you do with my phone?” 

“If you must know, I plugged it in. For you.” He raises a hand groggily, his eyes still closed. “I was being nice.” 

“Nice?” You spin and search around. 

You spot the cord plugged in beside the television. You don’t fail to notice the empty samplers of whiskey either. You storm across the room and pick up your phone. You tap the home button and it stays black. You gnash your teeth and push the power button on the side. The boot screen flashes on. 

“What-- you shut it off! You made me miss my alarm and my trip out. Everything else is booked up!” 

“Family sucks,” he gurgles. “You’re not missing much.” 

“That’s not fair,” you snap. “You don’t know my family, okay? Not everyone came from a cult of spoiled rich kids.” 

“I’m not spoiled,” he argues and stretches, the blankets slipping further down. 

“Oh, because that’s what’s important right now,” your anger spikes and you shake. You aren’t emotional. You do your best to repress everything, for your own good as much as his, but you’re at the end of your rope. After last night and now this, how can you not be enraged? “Ugh, are you naked?” 

“Can’t sleep in clothes. Gotta let it breathe,” he spreads over the bed with a yawn. 

You stand speechless, staring at him, helpless to the flurry of emotions coursing through you. Disgust, rage, disappointment, frustration, every last stitch holding you together snaps. You drop your head and sigh. 

“Fine, I’m just going to go home.” You surrender, “I give up.” 

You shake your head and traipse away. You go into the bathroom and shut the door. Before you resign yourself to the long journey back, you just need a moment. 

You sit on the edge of the tub and stare at the tile. You feel foolish. You don’t know why you came all this way for such an ungrateful brat. He might be your boss, you might need your job, but you deserve better.

Well, you don’t always get what you want, do you? No, it's people like Lloyd and his clan that do.

The handle turns and before you can react, the door swings open slowly. You look up and gasp as you raise your hand to block out Lloyd’s lower half. He shamelessly stands in the doorway, leaning on the frame. 

“Hey, Pixie Puff, it’s okay. How about we drive up to see the family? Me and you? We could make a road trip of it.” 

“Drive? You mean me? You’re still tipsy. Plus, you are not invited,” you snarl and look down. You don’t know how you forgot, or how you managed to sleep in it, but the ring still clings to your finger. You tear it off as you stand. You stomp up to him and shove it into his chest. “It’s all just a joke. Or maybe I’m the joke.” 

“No, Pix, you saved me,” he slurs. “Really. Last night... was amazing. I’ve never seen you like that. Fiery.” He reaches to touch your cheek and you dodge him. You grab his hand instead and put the ring in it. 

“I wasted my time,” you let him go. 

He watches you silently, swaying on his feet as you turn to the sink. You unwrap the sample-sized toothbrush and uncap the mini tube of toothpaste. You try ignore him as he looms in the door. 

“Please don’t leave,” he says. “You can’t Pixie pie. Please,” he staggers forward and you turn your face away before you can see everything. “Look, there’s Christmas brunch today and I can’t go alone.” 

You spit a mouthful into the sink and rinse it away, “well, you’re going to.” 

“No way,” he argues. “Mom’s been blowing up my phone and dad left me a long voicemail. I’m in trouble.” 

“It’s not my problem.” 

“But, but—you're my assistant. I’m your boss.” 

“And I’m not your fiancee.” You counter. 

“I demand it, I—I--” he blusters as he braces the sink. “I’m in trouble, Pix. I’ve been a bad boy.” 

The words make your insides crawl. How can he be so pathetic in both the most revolting and most pitiable way? You've never seen him like this and you never really wanted to. It’s embarrassing. 

“Like I said--” 

“No, no,” he grabs your wrist and you flick foamy paste onto him. “I’m not asking. You do this or—or you’re fired!” 

You stare at him. You weigh the consequences. It might be nice to be free, yet then again, you’ve been applying for jobs since you started working for him and haven’t gotten anything better. Only jobs with lower pay and menial work. 

“You want me to beg? I can beg,” he says. 

“Can you put some pants on?” You tear away from him and grab a towel. You throw it at him and go back to brushing your teeth. 

“Pixie,” he pouts. 

“I want a raise.” 

“Fifty cents.” 

“Fifty-- Five dollars at least. And a Christmas bonus. And vacation days,” you rinse the brush then your mouth. You use the hand towel to dry off. “And I want it in writing.” 

“What? You don’t trust me?” He challenges. 

“You lied to get me here. Then you sabotaged my alarm.” 

“I was helping--” 

“You know what you did.” 

“Christ, Pix, when did you get so mouthy? It’s making my balls hurt.” 

“That’s gross,” you avert your eyes to the ceiling, “cover up. I can’t focus.” 

“Ugh, fine,” he wraps the towel around his waist. “I’m sure you’ve seen one before. Probably not any as big but--” 

“I want to know why you’re doing this.” 

“You met my family, you know they’re a handful,” he crosses his arms and shrugs. His chest bulges and the thick hair brushes against that on his arms. 

“There’s another reason.” 

“No,” he denies unconvincingly. 

“I’m not going to go along with this dumb play if you don’t tell me. Don’t you think I deserve to know? If you keep me ignorant, than how can I be convincing, huh?” 

“You’re smart. Sneaky even,” he unfolds one arm and points at you. “Alright, cards on the table.” He drops his other arms and adjusts the towel around his waist as he grimaces. “That inheritance my sister mentioned. It’s... substantial. And I want it.” 

“Okay, but... wouldn’t that mean someone needs to die?” 

“Nah, the old bat’s been dead forever,” he sneers. “I get it when I get married. Well, a portion of it. Then the rest is all mine once I pop out a mini Lloyd.” 

You squint as you take in his explanation. It still doesn’t make sense. 

“Right, but you’d have to present legal papers. And a child. That’ll be harder to fake.” 

“Yeah, almost impossible.” He agrees and flutters his fingers over his mustache. He stares at you. Intently. 

Heat creeps up your back and across your shoulders. It curls around your nap and crawls up your cheeks. He can’t mean-- 

“Absolutely not,” you yipe. “You really are out of your mind. We are not getting married and I’m definitely not.... not doing that other thing.” 

“It’s just a piece of paper,” he says. 

“Just-- no way. No!” You wave your arms vehemently. “Not in a million years.” 

“Ouch,” he frowns, “you know, that hurts my feelings.” 

“You’re my boss, alright? It's just... deranged.” 

“I can be,” he shrugs. 

“Lloyd! Mr. Hansen,” you have to calm yourself before you continue, “I’m not going to sell myself because you want some trust fund--” 

“I’ll give you a cut,” he says suddenly. “How about it? Then you won’t even need a raise because you’ll be rich.” 

You go quiet. It’s fishy. You know you can’t trust him. He already lied to you a dozen times over. Besides, giving you a fair share means cutting you loose. Is it that much money? 

“How much?” You ask. 

“Ten thousand.” 

“All this for ten thousand? Sure. It’s more. I know it. So you give me at least a million or I’m going to fill up my tank and go home, right now.” 

“A million--” he coughs. “You drive a hard bargain for someone making less than 100k.” 

“And who’s fault is that?” You retort. “I want a million and I want that notarized.” 

“Notarized?” He whines. 

“Fine, can’t lose what I never had--” 

“Fine, fine, you can have it. I’ll get it notarized,” he nears and offers his hand, “but it’s Christmas and I think everything’s closed so... shake on it?” 

“I’m not having a kid. We’re going to a courthouse then I’m getting mine and going.” 

“We can do a surrogate--” 

“No kid.” 

“Adopt--” 

“Don’t push it,” you grab his hand and shake. “One million and I will suffer until the New Year.” 

He grins triumphantly, “you know, Pix, I always appreciated that about you. You always got my back.” 

“Go. You need to sleep off the Jack Daniels,” you retract your hand sharply. 

“And I’ll dream of all that money we’re going to get,” he giggles and rubs his palms together. “We’re going to be rich, baby.” 

“Lay down before I change my mind.” 

“Too late, we shook on it,” he winks and backs up. The towel catches on the rod next to the door and you quickly turn as it slackens. He lets out an oops as it falls off and you avoid looking back. “This show’s for free, baby, don’t worry.” 

“Get out,” you say. “I’m gonna need some coffee if I’m going to deal with you all day.” 

“Grab me some too, pookie? Pweez,” he taunts, “oh, and if they’re serving bacon, I’ll have at least a dozen strips. The grease is good for my hangover and once that hits, I’m gonna be a baby.” 

“That’s great,” you mutter dryly, “coffee and bacon. Now please, give me some space.” 

“It won’t be that bad, Pixie stick. Trust me. You got me.” 

“Not making it better,” you turn to the sink and lean on it. “Please.” 

“Right, okay, I’m going,” he picks up the towel and slowly pulls on the door. You sigh. “I’ll be in bed if you need me.” 

You shake your head. The door clicks and you look at your reflection. Are you really doing this? It feels like you’re selling your soul. You should’ve asked for more. 

You finally find your strength. You go out into the suite and grab your bag. You pull out your sweater and throw it over your head. You ignore Lloyd as he lays on the bed. 

You take your wallet and the room key. You don’t bother with your phone. You might just leave it there for the day because once your mother finds out you missed your flight, you’ll be in for an earful. You already feel rotten enough. 

As you find your way down to the dining hall, your anger returns. He did that on purpose. He spoiled your plans all for his stupid selfish ploy. The payout might be hefty but you’re already regretting this. Still, he as good as backed you into a corner...right? 

You get the coffee, two cups on a tray, and some muffins, and a greedy handful of bacon. You’re not hungry, you just need caffeine. You head back up to the room, basking in the silence of the mostly empty hotel. Everyone else did what you should have and hit the road by now. 

You make a sluggish return. The only thing you have to look forward to is the coffee and you’re sure that hotel fare is not gourmet roast. You balance the tray and slide the card in the lock. You enter the room, roiling in your thoughts. 

You’re too distracted to notice the noise before you get too far. You put the tray down as your ears prick at the dulcet groan. You glance over at Lloyd as something moves beneath the blankets. Is he-- 

“Oh god!” You exclaim and spin on your heel. “Jesus!” 

You race out of the room and slam the door as you enter the hall. You lean against and stifle a scream. What is wrong with him? Well, you know exactly what’s wrong with him. Daddy issues, mommy issues, sister issues, and maybe even uncle issues. He’s entirely corrupt and you just made a deal with him. 

This is going to be a nightmare. 

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

listening to music in his car

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

(cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, pure smutty smut, consensual somno, light degradation, butt stuff, mdni)

👑 (king): whats going on? is something wrong? you’re much less chatty today me: I just had a really shitty day at work do you have some time? 👑 (king): yes me: can you pick me up and we just drive around and listen to music in your car? 👑 (king): be there in 10

He’s right, I am being much less chatty today. The truth is he has been on my mind all day, but work has been kicking my butt.

We didn’t see each other ever since he brought me to work yesterday in the morning. He insisted on it after almost making me late – for reasons. We hurried along, and I made us some coffee quickly, then we were out the door, into the car, and driving to my workplace.

The goodbye was a little awkward because I needed to get into work, but I couldn’t really tear myself away from him. His hand grabbed my chin and he kissed me one last time.

“Come on now, before I’m making you late again.”, he said, those words finally getting me to go, even though his hooded lids and the way he was looking at me made me want to climb onto his lap and fuck him again.

To say I had a hard time concentrating at work would be an understatement because I kept thinking about that morning. How he woke me up.

Soft licks on my pussy slowly but surely coaxing me awake, and the first thing I saw, was his head between my legs, his tongue dipping into me, the rosy tip disappearing inside me, which almost made me come on the spot. His hair was falling to the side, covering my thigh, brushing over the skin when he moved his head.

A soft moan escaped my lips which had him look up at me, his brows raising slightly, as I squirmed against his lips. “Good morning.”, he whispered softly against my pussy before he licked it again.

Heaven. I slowly stretch myself, grinding myself on his face, his nose nudging against my clit. Answering with a little tired “good morning”, a breathy sound, that made him chuckle, little puffs of air hitting the sensitive wet folds.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me for him, as he started to lick and suck more eagerly now that I’m awake. The zaps of pleasure, that shook me when he nipped at the sensitive skin, pushed my sleepiness away until I was a writhing wet mess coming undone on his tongue.

He didn’t stop at the one, this time using his fingers as well. Slowly and sweetly coaxing the second release out of me while he was sucking my clit. Licking up my arousal, even cleaning up his fingers that had been deep inside me.

I caught myself looking into the void, my mind coming back to his head between my legs more than once. My god, I needed to get a grip.

Such an event came in the form of our boss firing half the department. I didn’t get laid off, but I have been picking up the scraps ever since. Trying to figure out how the others managed their clients. How to distribute the tasks between the remaining workers.

Yesterday evening I met with a friend, one I have known for a very long time and who already has a husband and kids and the whole shebang, that’s why I didn’t wanna give her a raincheck. To be honest, I needed somebody to talk to about this whole mess. And also brag about my new acquaintance.

I fell into bed after coming home from having drinks with her. I maaaybe had one too many which almost made me late again (which is not a good look after half your department had been fired). Working on double speed to get everything done that piled up just overnight. And I sent König a few messages. But not nearly talking as much as before the concert.

Now that I see his message again “is something wrong?”, a pang of guilt hits me. I could’ve explained it to him better. I could’ve just texted him more. I could’ve just said that I’ll tell him later. That I just was busy and it had nothing to do with him. Shit.

I leave my apartment and wait for him on the curb, waving at him, when he drives closer and parks right in front of me.

“König Private Chauffeur inc. – at your service.”, he jokes as I get in the car, which makes me laugh.

“Thanks for picking me up.”, I tell him, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden. Can I kiss him? Is he… mad at me? He wouldn’t have made a joke like that or even picked me up, if he is, right?

I decide to first talk and then maybe steal a kiss later if he still feels up to it. I clasp my hands together and place them in my lap. The music from the speakers is a bit more quiet than last time, but I still recognise Dark Tranquility’s ‘Lethe’. He pulls out the driveway and starts driving at a pace above the speed limit that won’t get him in trouble if we get pulled over.

“I need to apologise.”, I start. He just looks at me for a moment, the expression on his face unreadable, before looking to the front again. And I’m aware of his serious intensity, while there is something still bubbling underneath. The same thing that just made him make the joke about being my chauffeur.

“Something happened at work and I was superbusy and yesterday in the evening I met with a friend, I told you about that, didn’t I?”, I yapp, not waiting for an answer. “And when I saw your messages, that was when I realized that I had barely texted you and didn’t even explain myself, and how that must’ve look after…” I trail off.

“I started to get worried.”, he admits. “But I didn’t want to press you because it’s not my place.” He clears his throat. “And for a little bit, I thought you maybe regretted it. What we did.”, he says with a wry smile on his face. And my stomach drops – just a little bit.

“What, no?! I just had the shittiest two days ever at work, so I didn’t have that much time to text you.”, I exclaim, reaching my hand out to touch his arm, and his gaze drops down to it for just a little bit, panning back up to me. “I swear, it had nothing to do with you. I’m sorry.” I smile at him and he nods, some of the worry dissipating. “And I don’t regret sleeping with you. Not in the slightest.”, I tell him, looking directly at him, so he knows I’m serious. I can feel the tension drop out of him, at least some of it, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna… I thought that maybe the age difference…”, he starts to explain, but breaks off twice. “It seems, I was overthinking it.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry.” To be fair, I would have never thought that it would give him some kind of insecurity – this kind of insecurity. But his messages and his words make it clear that he cared more about the whole ordeal than I thought. I pull my hand back, hesitatingly, not really knowing what else to say. His doubts were only in his head, not in mine.

"I’m gonna be honest with you, I didn't have any dates or sleepovers of that kind in like… probably four or five years?”, he says, the sentence more sounding like a question. “So, I’m a bit rusty.”

To say I’m flabbergasted by his admission would be an understatement. “Really?”, I ask. How? would be the next question. But I bite my tongue.

He shrugs his shoulders, seeming more nonchalant than he perhaps really is. “Yeah. I was too busy with work.”, he just says, but I can still see little nervous ticks happening all over his body. His thumb drumming on the steering wheel, his left leg bouncing up and down a bit. His other hand fidgeting with the gear shift, dropping down, grazing my thigh ever so slightly. Just the slight touch against my jeans makes me hyperaware of how close he is. The interior of the car is spacious enough, but due to his sheer size that doesn’t really matter. I lean more to the side, towards the center console, even closer to him.

“So, what happened at work?”, he asks then, seemingly not wanting to talk about his dating life anymore. I tell him about the whole mess with the department, and how I’m surprised that even though my boss doesn’t like me very much, I didn’t get cut, and that I now have all of Rhonda’s clients and they’re not happy about that either.

“So yeah, I’ve been extra busy and I can’t really slack because they’ll probably fire me too then.”, I conclude my extensive retelling of my last two work days.

“I see.”, he says.

Silence falls over us, ‘Spiritual Healing’ from Death sounding from the speakers.

“And… it really wasn’t anything I did?”, he asks then, his eyes darting to me.

I tilt my head at him, like ‘you’re seriously asking me this?’. “No, I swear. Everything is good. It was…” I look to the front as red-hot blush floods my cheeks. My god, this man made me cum twice on his tongue right after waking up without wanting any favours – sexual or otherwise – in return. And he feared that he did something wrong.

I clear my throat, trying to calm myself down, thinking about that whole ordeal, but it wasn’t working at all. Especially because he catches on how flustered I am. “It was good. Had a hard time thinking about anything else, when I really needed to focus on work.”, I confess. And not just the thing in the morning, right. The concert we went to together, the conversation in the car afterward, when we hooked up and he stayed over… A very dreamy first date – if you can call it that – in my book.

“I see. That’s…” His lips quirk as he’s trying to stay serious, but I can see him breaking, turning his mouth up into a smirk. “That’s good to know.”

“Don’t grin like that.”, I tell him, a little pouty, which only makes him laugh, while he takes a turn, so we’re heading down the road that leads outside the city.

His hand mindlessly wanders to his lips, his thumb softly stroking over his lower lips, like he’s also thinking about what we did, the reminder of how we kissed making my mouth drop open ever so slightly.

He sees the way I’m looking at him, and the pointer finger hooks in a ‘come hither’ motion. It doesn't take more than that. I lean towards him, bending up to reach him, my hand gripping his forearm, and I press my lips to his, feeling their softness. Just a short kiss because he’s still driving, but it is enough to make me sigh when he breaks away.

“So, tell me again, how good was it for you?”, he asks, a devilish grin forming on his face while his eyes dart between my face and the street in front of him.

I shoot him a look, but he only chuckles, a cocky sound. Oh, two can play this game. I’ll just remind him how desperate and turned on he was as well.

I lean closer to him once more, this time letting my hand trail down his stomach, placing kisses along his jawline, and I can almost hear him falter instantly, especially when my fingertips reach the waistband of his jeans. I lick his neck and a slight shiver shakes him, before I suck on it, leaving a small little hickey, like the one he left on my collarbone.

“Please.”, I say again, palming him over the zipper. His breath goes harder, the leather of the steering wheel squeaks with how hard he’s gripping it, while I softly graze over the hard tip that’s already poking out his jeans, his erection straining against the fabric.

“I need you to fuck me.”, I almost moan into his ear, a little bratty smile stalking onto my face. “Need you deep inside me.”

I can hear his restraint snap. He grunts, pulling the car to the side, parking it on the side of the road. “Get on the backseat.”, he orders, looking at me all stern, pure lust glinting in his eyes, and I scramble to get the seatbelt off and climb back through the seats.

That tone in his voice and that look on his face could make me do anything, my god. I suppress my need to answer with a “Yes, Sir” and watch him, while he gets out the driver’s side and opens the door to the backseat.

“Lie down, ass up.”, he tells me, gravelly and hoarse. I do as he told me and he pulls at my pants, pulling them far enough down to expose my ass and pussy. He climbs in behind me, onto the seat, his jeans grazing over the exposed skin of my thighs, and I have to hold myself back not to press back into his groin. He closes the door behind him and dwarfs the backseat with his sheer size, trying to fit under the car’s roof.

His hand comes down on my left cheek, the slap resounding in the space around us, drowning out the music for a split second. He spanks me again, a few times actually, which has me squirm, needy, wet and desperate for his touch. His fingers lightly graze over the reddened skin before he slaps my cheeks again, while his other hand finds my wetness, fingertips rubbing over my clit.

“If I had known that you are such a needy little thing…”, he says, pushing his fingers into me roughly. I whimper, his words only making me wetter, as I grind against his hand.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”, he asks, a rather rhetorical question.

“Yes, please, fuck.”, I groan, my nails digging into the firm black leather of the backseat, desperate to hold on to something, while the pushes of his digits alone almost make me slide forwards. Trying to fuck myself back onto him, my hips buck of their own volition.

“Please, I need more.”, I beg, and he grumbles, pulling his finger out of me and trying to grab his wallet to get a condom.

“That’s not more.”, I comment, meekly, teasing him, the little smirk on my face hidden, but he knows anyway. One of his hands slaps my ass again, harder this time, and I whine and giggle, wriggling underneath him.

He opens the foil packet with his teeth while his other hand fumbles with his belt. Hurried, rushed movements. I hear the snap of the rubber and then he pushes into me. The sudden stretch makes me scream, my back arching.

“Is that what you wanted, Kleine?”, he almost growls, as he starts to fuck me hard, the whole car shaking from his onslaught. “For me to take you right here on the backseat, hm?”

The “yes, yes, yes” from my mouth is more moans than actual words.

“Fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”, he grunts, the inflection in his voice getting more and more unhinged while he pounds into me. “Like a good little slut.” The light degradation washes over me, stoking my arousal. My fingers clasp over my mouth, moaning into my hand, while I struggle to hold on with the other one-

“Oh no no no, I need to hear you.”, he grunts, pulling them away from my lips, letting his hand rest on my shoulder then, using his hold on me as leverage to pound me even harder. The sounds that drop from my throat are almost obscene, drowning out the music.

With him fucking me from behind like that – he is so deep inside me, I feel his tip nudging against my cervix every single time, the intense feeling making me shake. The soft pillow of my asscheeks is softening every blow, but the slap against my skin reminds me that he spanked my butt before.

He spits, the dollop of saliva running down my crack. I can feel his thumb dragging the spit over my puckered hole, until he pushes into it, and the sensation makes my arms weak. The side of my face is getting pushed into the leather seat, my ass high up, his dick driving into my pussy, while he slowly pushes his thumb into my other hole, using the very same hand to pull my hips against his lap.

“Oh fuck.”, drops from my lips as he starts to also fuck me with his thumb, not at the same pace, slower, but the added pressure is driving me crazy. I won’t make it long like this.

I can feel how my thighs start to shake, the one leg almost dropping from the backseat, my pussy is squeezing him, the sensations of his finger in my ass- it’s all too much.

My toes are curling inside my boots that press against the nice leather of the seat, dirtying it up. His lap collides with my behind again, his length bottoming me out, while the digit inside of me presses down, just slightly, and I can feel the tension snap like a rubberband, the zap of pleasure getting flung through my body.

With a loud incoherent curse, I cum around him, pulsing on his dick and thumb, the convulsions shaking me hard. He’s still fucking me through the orgasm, the continued stimulation taking my breath away until I feel tears prick in the corners of my eyes, and I slump down into the cushioned seat, when he pushes into me one last time and cums too, his fingers digging into my ass, almost bruising the plump skin.

The next few moments are filled with our panting breaths and some song playing that I can’t recognize while my brain is still hazy with pleasure.

“Are you okay?” The first question he asks.

“Yes, I’m fucking perfect.”, I mumble I’m not even exaggerating. This was everything I needed.

I straighten myself up and he pulls back, almost hitting his head on the roof of the interior, and I have to clasp my fingers over my lips to hold back the giggle. He shoots me a look nonetheless and quickly gets rid of the condom, pulling it from his softening dick and putting both away, while I more or less put my clothes in place again, which is more difficult with arms made of putty.

“I’m sorry, I feel like I got carried away.”, he breathes, his chest rising with every breath, his hands reaching for me, pulling me onto his lap. His eyes are searching mine again, the same as last time.

My hand shoots up, cupping his cheek. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize, that was great.”, I tell him. The look on his face is painted in surprise.

“Mein Gott, I don’t know what I did to...”, he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, the rest of the sentence getting swallowed up.

We stay like that a little longer, my fingers scratching over his scalp, caressing him softly, as he snuggles into me, his arm thrown around me like a weighted blankie. Music is still coming from the speakers in the car, ‘Love You to Death’ is currently playing which makes me chuckle to myself. I could have stayed here for hours, in his car, the scent of leather and himself engulfing me. The soft vibrations of the bass shaking the seats. Sitting on his lap, cuddled into his arms. The warmth of his body almost lulling me to sleep. The way he presses kisses to my cheeks and temples every so often. Little small touches, soft and tender.

“I’ll bring you home, okay?”, he says after a while and I nod. I pull my panties and pants up properly and climb into the front seat again.

I turn the music up louder, and ‘Sulfur’ from Slipknot is shaking the speakers while he gets in the driver’s seat again. I hum along to the song, sitting in my seat, looking up at him like nothing had happened. The way he’s looking at me, serious on the outside, but I can see the bubble of mischief in his eyes, and it makes a grin form on my lips, while I sing “like breathing in sulfur.” That pulls a laugh from his chest, and that hearty full-of-life sound makes butterflies flutter in my stomach.

“What?”, I ask him, grinning up at König.

He shakes his head, his grin at least as wide as mine. “Nothing. Everything’s fine.” He starts the car and mutters something, that I can’t quite hear with the music so loud. “It’s great, even.”

next part: sending him a naughty pic

~ More Stuff in the Masterlist ~

[hrtfelt4u]

heartstrings. | wonbin park.

012. hi ladies. (written portion)

“Wait,” You pop out from behind a shelf stacked with CDs, making Juria look up from her phone, “You’re coming to tonight’s thing now?”

Juria sighs, pocketing her phone and nodding. “Leehan canceled on me. He has some work event he didn’t realize he needed to attend until now.”

Pouting, your hands holding multiple CDs dropping to your sides, “I’m sorry, love. That sucks,” 

Walking to Juria, you smile a little while nudging her. “At least you have an excuse to dress cute now. You can even wear this top you just bought with me!” 

Juria grins, looking down at the shopping bag in her hands. “I guess,” she sings, “I can’t remember the last time I put in effort to actually look good bartending at the Fix. We should head back to mine now to get ready if we’re going there after our shift tonight.” 

You purse your lips, agreeing and debating between the four CDs in your hands. “Okay, sounds good. But… which ones do I get?”

Juria groans while rolling her eyes, landing her hands on your shoulders to lead you to the counter, “All of them. I’ll even pay for one if it gets us out of here faster.”

With your friend’s urgent prompting, you check out and happily skip out the store with your new purchases. Weirdly enough, you couldn’t wait to show Wonbin later, knowing he’d be glad to see you found another Beatles cover to add to your collection. 

You had shown him your extensive shelf last night, explaining to him your lore of collecting CDs ever since you were a kid. 

Thinking back on your guys’ long chat that lasted until the early morning, you can’t help but feel giddy at how easy it was to get closer to Wonbin. As much as you wanted to excuse your attraction to the man on the alcohol or weed, your playful back-and-forth banter, interspersed with deep conversation, was… nice. 

You had so much fun getting to know someone as much into music as you, taking turns showing each other songs and artists using the Spotify Jam you guys kept going for five hours straight. You went into each other’s awful dating histories and bonded over each other’s horror stories of dates or exes. 

Wonbin shared how he met his closest friends, you two discussed each other’s mutuals, and talked a little on Anton and Juria’s complicated relationship. You’d probably discussed thousands of topics in the span of a few hours and even then, you two didn’t get sick of one another. 

It couldn’t be explained how easy it was to feel at ease in his presence. A bit of it had to do with the teasing pokes and soft touches you were giving one another but Wonbin had a kind of soft energy that combined with the lull of the night. It made you want to spill your everything out to him on the table, which was slightly terrifying. 

You reflected on that thought after Juria had innocently asked you about the coffee Wonbin had gotten you, showing up to her apartment earlier to hang out. 

Without much reflection, you didn’t tell her about Wonbin because you knew she’d dig into what you two were doing. You couldn’t be bothered to try to dissect it too much, knowing that it’d make you start to overthink and stress. 

So when your friend catches you smiling down at your CDs, she doesn’t say anything, only keeping your seemingly better mood to herself for now. 

You both get ready for tonight’s shift at the Fix, in no rush since you two had an hour and a half before you two had to be at the nightclub to start pre-shift duties. Eunseok swings by with boba; you, Juria, and Seok’s little ritual for whenever you three were manning the bar on Thursdays. 

At 8:45pm, three of you head out to walk to the nightclub, a short distance from Juria’s place to work. The night is pretty slow with a small rush of people at 10pm. Otherwise, tonight didn’t seem too busy and practically almost everyone was slowly filling out the dead club by 11:15. 

Based on Sungchan’s and Chisa’s location, they were both already at Sion’s and Wonbin’s place, celebrating Jurin’s return to the city. You had asked Wonbin for his address earlier in the day when he had dropped off the coffee, so you led the way after Eunseok helped lock up the club for the night. 

You can feel Juria’s slightly nervous energy radiating off her as you near the complex and head into the elevator to the top. 

Hugging her arm to your side, you whisper, “We can leave whenever you want if it’s too much.” 

She only scoffs, playing off her anxiety. “I’ll be fine! Besides, I promised I’d be civil. I’ll just stay away from the devil incarnate at all times.”

Eunseok pulls a face at that, unbelieving of the blonde woman. “When has that ever worked with you two, huh? You guys can’t stay away from one another.” 

Juria swings her bag lightly at your tall friend. “Have some faith in me, will you asshole? Besides, I have a boyfriend now, you know.”

Eunseok only gathers Juria under his arm and rubs at her head in affection. “I’ll fend him off for you! Don’t have Leehan here now, do you?”

Juria rolls her eyes, to which you notice in the back of your head. Seems like she still wasn’t too thrilled about her boyfriend canceling tonight.

The music can be heard in the hallway to the penthouse when you reach the top floor. Down the hall, the paintings on the wall slightly vibrate with the power of the bass in the apartment. 

Eunseok knocks but after a few seconds of no answer, you three decide to just open the door. The scene that greets your eyes impresses you but, you guess you should’ve expected a really nice place considering what Anton and Wonbin do for a living. 

The spacious, open-plan penthouse had a wall of windows overlooking Main Avenue and beyond into the city on the left, giving a great ambience. Warm lighting surrounds the room, mainly in the living and kitchen area where wine glasses and champagne flutes are being passed around. 

Chi, Jurin, and Shotaro are in the kitchen close to the front door where you three are near the finger food. Immediately, Chi exclaims when noticing your arrivals, giving tipsy hugs and kisses to you and Juria’s cheeks.

Eunseok daps Shotaro up and as they catch up, Chi hands you two champagne. Both you and Juria are clearly on the eye out for certain people but Chi doesn’t notice. 

“Let’s find the woman of the hour, shall we?” Chi says, looking around the room and spotting Jurin’s short black bob in the small crowd, “Oh, there she is!”

You follow Chisa’s lead, interrupting Jurin’s conversation with excited greetings. The two women she was talking to excuse themselves for you four to catch up and you all sit down on the plush couch.

“You are glowing, did you know that? Germany really did something to you.” You laugh, teasingly touching the sunglasses on Jurin’s head. 

“Why, thank you!” Jurin flutters her lashes, “Of course, I had to get another set of sunglasses; you know me well. I could talk about my work trip forever but please… update me on everything. I heard some chaos ensued while I was gone.” 

Juria only shakes her head, “Everything was blown way out of proportion, probably more so if you heard stuff from the guys. Anyways, I wanted to tell you I’m officially with Leehan now.”

“Leehan?” Jurin questions, tilting her head, “Wait, is this real estate broker guy?” 

Juria’s eyebrows raise, nodding, “Yes! You actually introduced me to him like… a month ago?”

“Aw, that’s so nice! He’s sweet!” Jurin pouts in happiness to your blonde friend.

Chi taps on Juria’s arm, “Wait, I thought you said you couldn’t make it tonight. What happened?” 

“It’s nothing,” Juria waves off, taking a sip of her champagne, “Leehan had a last-minute work thing. I’ll see him tomorrow so I figured I’d come by and see our sweet Jurin back.”

“You haven’t seen Tonie, have you?” Jurin looks around, “Don’t worry, I genuinely gave him an ass whooping for the scene he caused at the Fix last weekend.” 

“Right,” You laugh, looking over to Eunseok, Taro, and Chi animatedly chatting to one another about it in the corner, given Seok’s exaggerated movements, “It was well deserved by the way.” 

“That it was.” Says a voice from behind you, and you turn to see Wonbin leaning on the couch’s backing, “Hi, ladies.”

Chi pats the seats beside her and Jurin, “Come join!”

“Me too!” Sion says, hopping over the couch from behind Wonbin and taking the spot beside you. 

You try your hardest to not stare at Wonbin’s attractive profile for too long, his hair styled tonight. He looks incredibly good with a black zip jacket and white tee on, his eyebrow slit more on display with his usual dark strands away from his forehead. 

“Where’s Sohee? I was looking forward to seeing him!” Sion grins, to which you exclaim, going to pull your phone from your pocket. 

“He said he was showing up around this time, he texted me he was on his way a little bit ago,” You mutter, reading back your messages with your coworker, “You said it was okay he brought his girlfriend?”

Sion shrugs, “The more, the merrier! Who’s his girlfriend, by the way?”

You’re about to explain when your phone buzzes, telling you Sohee had just arrived. Getting up with Sion to head to the door, you two excuse yourselves when Wonbin keeps a close eye on you.

Opening the door, you greet Sohee with a big smile and hug. Peeking behind his shoulder is a beautiful brunette woman with soft features and big eyes. You happily greet her, oblivious to Sion’s frozen, slightly panicked expression at seeing this Gaeul Sohee had brought. 

Gaeul is cheerful, happily exchanging words with you, when you finally catch the odd looks between Sohee and Sion. They seem to be having a silent exchange on Gaeul’s presence but you ignore it in favor of bringing them inside.

Taking the lead to grab the two newcomers' drinks, Sion had quietly pulled Sohee to the side to speak in his ear. You’re curious but decide to entertain Gaeul by asking her questions, finally meeting who your close coworker has been talking to for a while now. 

Sohee definitely deserved someone good for him so this was your chance to suspect Gaeul out. 

She’s incredibly sweet and bubbly, which you tried hard to match her energy well. As Gaeul is talking about what she does for a living, you subtly look past her to see Sohee’s very expressive faces, mixed between shock, confusion, and disbelief. 

You’re honestly scared of what those two could be discussing, seeing as it could only be about the woman you’re conversing with right now. Finally, Sion makes eye contact with you, desperately making a no-no gesture to his throat, eyes wide and lips tight. 

You’re afraid you couldn’t control your face in time because Gaeul catches on, turning around to look for Sohee. Instead though, her eyes catch on someone else in the kitchen. 

“Yujin?”

“Gaeul? Oh my gosh, what are you doing here?”

Sion licks his lips, fully turning around with his hand flying up to his head as if the worst thing had just occurred.

Wait… Yujin?

You knew this name… from Wonbin last night. It was an ex he had told you about. No, wait… what? 

You’re frozen to your spot, mind spinning and trying to make sense of how these two know each other, and more importantly, why Wonbin’s ex of all people was here, when someone makes a noise behind you. 

Slipping around, you see Wonbin with his arm tightly around Seunghan, who’s clearly thrown off with the presence of Gaeul. Wonbin is completely still, conflicted on what to do when Seunghan starts getting upset fast, face contorted in loathing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Hannie?”

You get whiplash from the attitude in Seunghan’s tone, never once hearing such animosity come from the kind guy before. Meeting Wonbin’s eyes, they’re frozen with a big, big warning written in them. 

Shit was about to hit the fan. Again.

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Hard Sometimes

~Hard Sometimes by Ruel~ Author's Note: requested, more blurby Summary: Nico had a hard game while away from his family Warnings: none Word count: 966 Nico Hischier x fm!reader

The Devils had just lost a game against the Kraken they should’ve won. They had a three goal lead halfway through the second. Due to two penalties the team took, they went into the third tied. Nico felt like a bad leader, he had nothing good to say in the locker room because his penalty was the reason the game was tied. 

They ended up losing 5-3 and it was safe to say the entire locker room was angry and frustrated with how everything planned out. All Nico wanted to do was go home. Except they had four more games left on the road trip and at least a week until he would get to see his wife and daughter.

They were staying in Seattle for the night and would be traveling to San Jose in the morning. He laid onto his back, his hoodie covering his frame. He pulled his phone towards his face as he began to FaceTime Y/N. He needed to see her face and Lily’s. She answered after the fifth ring, it was very late on the east coast. “Hi baby,” she rasped out. The only light on her face was her phone screen. 

He instantly felt his body relax as he heard her voice. He let out a long breath, “Did I wake you?” he asked. She smiled widely as she blinked slowly.

“You did but you know I don’t care,” she let out as she took a deep breath. He rolled onto his side as he stared towards her. “I miss you,” she mumbled. 

He frowned slightly, “I miss you too, wish I was home,” he let out. 

“The next few games will go a lot better, my love,” she expressed, smiling towards him. He nodded as he shook a deep breath. “Sucks that the games are all starting at ten here. Lily can’t even watch the first period,” 

He took a shaky breath, tugging at the pillow beneath his head. “Maybe that’s why I played so poorly,” 

“Oh Nico, you didn’t play poorly. You scored two goals,” she let out a small pout on her lips. He rolled his eyes as he took a deep breath.

“Took a costly penalty, got benched for most of the third. Those goals don’t matter in a game we lost, my love,” he explained.

“It was one game, I promise you it’ll be better against San Jose. You still played amazing and you were still a good leader,” she mumbled. He smiled softly.

“Hey, can you put Lily on the phone?” he asked, he perked. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly.

“My love, it’s almost one in the morning, I’m not waking her up-”

“Please, baby, I need to see her,” he pouted his lips. She sat up in the bed, staring down towards the phone screen. “I need to hear her little voice,” he asked. 

“You’re not the one that has to deal with her in the morning when she’s cranky,” she countered. He continued to stare towards the camera with a pout to his lips. She clenched her jaw while taking in a long breath. “Fine, you’re lucky you’re cute,” she mumbled as she pointed towards the cameras.

He smiled widely as he sat up on the hotel bed, staring towards the phone screen, watching her shuffled around. She walked into Lily’s room. “Miss Lily, my dear,” she let out as she knealed down beside the bed. Lily stirred as Y/N delicately ran her fingers across her tiny arm. “Do you want to talk to Daddy?” Y/N asked her. 

Lily instantly sat up, her eyes and head still heavy, “Daddy?” she asked. Nico smiled widely once he saw her sleepy features. “Hi, did you win?” she asked, brushing her hand against the hair across her face. 

“No, I didn’t but that’s okay. Wanted to say hi to my baby girl,” Nico said. Lily pouted as she took a hold of the phone from Y/N’s hands. 

“Did you score?” she asked. Nico felt his chest tighten, all he wants is to fly home and be with his kids. 

“I scored twice,” he let out. She gasped.

“Two times?” she questioned holding up two fingers. He chuckled as he nodded. “Nice!” she said excitedly.

“Okay, sweetheart, tell Daddy good night,” Y/N offered, Nico’s smile faltered slightly. 

“Good night,” she said as she stared towards Nico. Nico smiled widely as he kept his eyes on his little girl.

“Sleep good, Lily love,” he mumbled.

“I love you Daddy,” the words left her tiny lips as she handed the phone back to Y/N. She quickly rested her head down onto her small pillow. Every sad thought left his body as he heard those words. Y/N slowly walked out of the room, whispering something twoards Lily. She walked out of the room. 

Y/N stood outside the door, resting her hand onto the doorknob as she stared towards Nico through FaceTime, “Thank you, love,” he let out as he smiled widely. 

Y/N slowly walked back towards their bedroom, keeping her gaze on the phone, “Do you feel better?” she asked him. He nodded. 

“Wish I could kiss you,” he mumbled. She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh stop it,” she let out, “Don’t make me even more sad than I already am,” she said as she pouted her lips. “Stupid west coast roadtrip,” 

“I know it’s only three hour time difference but it’s awful,” he mumbled, smashing his face into the pillow. “Can’t talk to my girls, like at all.”

“You guys will win the next set of games, I know it,” she muttered. 

“If you let my girl stay up to watch the first period, then maybe we’ll win,” he offered.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Not happening, Captain,”

[etclouie]

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Prompt 230: "we tried everything. i'm sorry." with dealer!theo

I don't have an exact idea for this, I figured I'd give you the creative control :) angsty for sure though!

for the 1 year event <3

title; tried everything (Theodore Nott x fem!reader)

prompts; "we tried everything. i'm sorry" — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts 

warnings; dealer!theo, previous sexual encounters, somewhat angsty, overdose mention (someone else), minors do not interact!!! (638 words)

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— come celebrate my one year!!

you stood in the doorway of the crumbling flat, rain plastering your clothes to your body, hands trembling slightly at your sides from the cold temperatures outside.

the smell of smoke and drugs clung to the cracked walls, barely masking what Theo done in the flat when you weren’t around.

he was sitting on the windosill like always—one leg propped up, cigarette dangling from his lips as he rolled a joint with steady fingers, glancing out the window at the odd patter of rain like it might offer him penance. 

but there’s no such thing for people like Theodore Nott.

you crossed the room slowly, every step a memory as raindrops outlined each step you took towards him. the night he first took you back to his, sweet talked you into his bed before he gave you that bruised smirk and handed you a vial with shaking hands. 

“just a little something to take the edge off” 

he’d told, and you realised that night that he’d never leave this life.

but now, as you stood by his side, rain still dripping from your soaked frame, he ddin’t look to you as he spoke.

“you shouldn’t be here”

you ignored the warning in his voice.

“she overdosed Theo”

his fingers stopped on the joint, before they tightened slightly.

he brought one hand to the cigarette dangling from his lips, taking a drag before exhaling with a huff, the smoke curling around his jaw.

“she was just a kid”

you continued.

he inhaled again, slow and heavy, like he could suck the guilt away through the cigarette.

“what do you want me to say?”

he finally asked, making you scoff.

“i want you to say it’s over”

the silence that followed was deafening.

you moved closer towards him, between his legs, forcing him to look at you. his eyes, those pale stormy things, met yours with a flicker of pain buried under years of disillusionment. 

you’d seen those eyes soft. you’d seen them when he held you like you were his last good thing.

but now they were hard.

“i’ve tried”

he started, taking another hit from the cigarette and letting the smoke settle in his lungs until that familiar burn happened, only exhaling with a sigh after a minute.

“i really did”

you shook your head.

“don’t—“

but he cut you off, stubbing out the cigarette with a huff.

“no listen to me”

his voice cracked, almost imperceptibly. 

Theo sighed again, running a hand down his face defeatedly.

“we tried everything, i’m sorry. i tried to get out, i tried to run with you. tried to be better, but this world…”

he trailed off, gesturing out the window to the alleyways and shadows, highlighted by faint glows of neon signs along the streets corners.

“this is all i have left, and you… you were supposed to stay gone”

tears pricked your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

at least while you were still here, with him.

“you don’t get to decide that for me”

he stood then, suddenly towering in that thin, skeletal way he did—made of sharp edges and regrets. he cupped your cheek, hands cold save for his fingertips from where the cigarette previously rested.

“i’m sorry”

he whispered, and in that second, you saw the boy he used to be.

the one who read ancient runes like poetry at school, away from his friends of course.

the one who stayed silent in classes without his friends, but watched you like you were a fire he could never touch.

but it wasn’t enough.

you stepped back, and so did he.

and then you turned to leave, pausing in the doorway of the flat as you spoke over your shoulder to him.

“i’m sorry too”

and then you left.

you didn’t look back, neither did he.

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[shaunamilfman]

Where the Lovelight Gleams

pairing: Shauna Shipman x reader summary: Christmas drabble Christmas Masterlist

You hold Shauna's hand tightly against yours, stuffed in the pocket of her jacket in a pointless search for warmth. Shauna has insisted that you had to go out to see the light tonight, even though you would be there for the rest of the week. Why it has to be the coldest night in your entire stay, you aren't sure, but she was so insistent on it. 

It would be one thing if the town square was anything particularly impressive, but like everything else in her hometown, it seems to be disappointingly small. The worst part is that Shauna herself doesn't even seem to be impressed by the whole thing, which leads you to question why she wanted to come so badly in the first place. 

It's not that she's having a bad time, not with how eager she is to drag you from place to place with an adorable skip in her step. Every so often she stops in front of something utterly inconspicuous–a lit storefront or a lamp with an uninspiring wreath on it.

She'd gotten you to take no less than four different pictures with her in front of the big Christmas tree, even resorting to bribing you with paying for the hot chocolate in order to get the last one. You decided to be the bigger person and not point out that she was always going to be the one paying, if only to watch the way her face lit up as she handed it to you. 

Her cheeks were flushed, either from the cold or sheer excitement. It wasn’t like your girlfriend to be so interested in a place like this. Truthfully, she had never seemed all that interested in holiday events, so it had really caught you by surprise.

Shauna rolls her eyes as she catches you eyeing her hot chocolate, glancing away to pretend to look at the lights above you until she wordlessly lifts the cup up to your lips. You had your own cup, of course. But the keyword was had. That cup has long since made its way to a trash can. 

Besides, Shauna's tasted better anyway. 

You grin over at her as you take a sip, enjoying the way the twinkling lights look reflected in her eyes.

“It’s kind of lame, isn’t it?” She asks, bumping her hip playfully against yours.

“...I wouldn’t say that,” you say slowly, wondering if she’s trying to lead you into a trap.

“I would. I always thought so.” She looks around slowly, dragging you back toward the tree. You laugh joyfully, breath coming out in white puffs of air as she brings you to a stop. Shauna rests her head against your shoulder as she looks up at the tree.

“Then why…?” You ask, trailing off as you rest your head against hers.

“Jackie always used to drag me here with Jeff. Always insisted on not doing stuff like this without me, since we used to go together as kids. It just sucked, having to follow them around with the camera this whole time while he was all over her.” 

Shauna pauses, squeezing your hand tightly in hers with a bitter smile on her face. “They’d be laughing together, and I’d just also be here. I kept thinking about how much I hated it the whole time and how much I wanted to come here with someone who wanted to be here with me one day.”

You can almost see it: a teenaged Shauna getting dragged around the square by an equally teenaged Jackie, her gloomy expression matched by Jackie's enthusiasm as she directed the show. The thought of Shauna's broody expression behind the camera as she glares at Jeff almost brings a smile to your lips, but you brush the thought away in favor of imagining how lonely it must have felt. 

Despite how close she and Jackie obviously were, a lot of Shauna's stories from high school seem to have a common theme. The more you hear about it, the more you start to suspect that Shauna was the only one making herself feel that way, but it still felt real to her. Having an unhappy girlfriend this close to Christmas simply won't do. 

Shauna breathes out a sigh. “Well, it’s not that Jackie didn’t want to be here with me, but it just wasn’t–”

“The same?” You finish. Shauna nods slowly, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.

You want to kiss her right now more than anything, but the two of you are getting enough suspicious looks as it is that you don't dare to risk it. 

“I guess you got your wish, then.” 

Shauna laughs softly. “I guess I did.”

“It still sucks, though,” she admits in a low whisper as she looks around. “I don't think they even try.”

“How about we get some more hot chocolate–” 

“Highlight of the night,” she agrees. 

“And then we'll drive around to go look at lights instead,” you finish. 

“And maybe while we're in my car…” Shauna trails off expectantly, a hopeful note re-entering her voice. You could always count on her for one thing. 

“Ask again when the heater’s on.” 

Her laugh is quieter this time, but it feels lighter than before as she drags you back toward the coffee shop.

[hypnos333]

Better Place

Cha Hyunsu x Reader

Synopsis: As Hyunsu turned into a monster you took it upon yourself to sacrifice yourself to turn him back human and you died or so Hyunsu thought

Part 1 - Ill see you again

Chains were wrapped around you as you were on your knees like the life was sucked away from you. You haven’t heard from your monster ever since they tortured you. You lost yourself.

They found you flying and shot you down like a prey. Like you, yourself was a monster….

You don’t know how long you been in the dark room full of chains. It must been long because you were so hungry and thirsty.

Until the chains were yanked off from you. “Get up” Sang-wook said lifting you up to your feet. You groan in pain, almost falling at your feet before Sang-wook held you up until you had balance.

“I-I can’t fly, t-t-they c-cut m-my wings” You stuttered out.

“___ listen to me carefully Hyunsu isn’t himself anymore so I need you to go hide” Sangwook said as he used his monster to get you away.

That was the last time you saw him or Hyunsu.

it’s been days and your monster still wasn’t talking or haven’t taken over. That’s when you found Eun-yoo at night making you follow her. She didn’t mind, she missed you a lot since everything changed.

You were human in her eyes still but every time you get frustrated or hungry your eyes just changes black thats all.

“Don’t you feel at least bad for leaving the soldier?” You asked as you both walked in the night again.

“I would give up anything to let me free except you of course” She answered honestly making you nod before grabbing her hand smiling at her cheerfully.

Until they heard a noise making Eun-yoo panic before pushing you to go hide.

“The people they’re all bad” A little girl said to Eun-yoo as she walked up to her. “Did you say “mom”?” Eun-yoo asked making the little girl ignore her.

“You’re no different” The little girl continued to say before pushing Eun-yoo in a trap hole.

“EUN-YOO!!” You yelled out as your desire to catch her grew strong making your wings grow back but before you could catch her. A familiar man with sharp wings catched her and grabbed you.

He dropped her but he continued to hold you, “Hyunsu?” You gasped as you stopped struggling from a grasp. He smiled before pulling you closer with his one hand before kissing your neck. “Your never leaving my sight again” He mumbled before walking away with his hand on yours.

“Cha Hyun-su” Eun-yoo yelled out making him turn around slowly still holding you like you were his possession.

“Are you really gonna leave like that?” She asked he stayed silent not caring for the girl.

“Were you expecting a hug or something?” He mumbled bluntly gripping you like she was trying to take you away far from him.

“Yea, I was. I was at least expecting a ‘glad to see you’ How’ve you been?” She said disappointed but didn’t show it.

“But i’m not glad to see you, I knew ___ would be with you” He bluntly said.

Hyunsu knew she was gonna rant so he gently pushed you along knowing you were sleepy. The kid leaded you somewhere to wait for him as your wings slowly disappeared.

Minutes later he was back with his arm back to normal, He lift you on his back as you drifted to sleep. Getting your wings back took a lot of energy out of you.

When you woke up Hyunsu was cuddle up next to you. He was creasing your back and you knew he changed you too because you felt more cleaner and less blood on you.

“Where are we?” You asked making him open his eyes and smiled instantly at you.

“In a better place my love I promise” He answered before closing his eyes at you tracing his naked chest as you hum.

For now you two were at peace and united together and that’s all that matters.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello<3 can you do Masky, Toby, Jeff and Ben with a mean teen readerr? Like there just mad all the time but its because of trauma or something?:0 I LOVE YOU SMM TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MLLL!!<33

Jeff and Tim are NOT gonna take that shit 😰

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Masky

Honestly the dad in him comes out a bit

Like his whole thing is "what makes you think you get to act like that?"

He gets it, you've had a rough life but so has EVERYONE ELSE HERE

Just because your life sucked doesn't mean you get to be an asshole

He will treat you like a baby

Partly just to tick you off, and partly because if you act like a baby, you're gonna get treated like one

He'll put you in time out, he'll take things away, he'll put hot sauce in your mouth, etc

And the thing is, you can't even tattle to slender because slender agrees with Tim!

I think maybe here and there he'd ask you why you're always so angry, and what he can do to help, and if you don't answer, he doesn't mind because he understands

But if you do answer, your relationship begins to grow, and he learns how to help you out better

He doesn't want you to be mad all the time, because even though it might not seem like it sometimes, he does care about you

But as much as he cares, he also isn't gonna let a literal child bully him

He's way too old for that shit >:/

Toby

He's kind of scared of you

He just stays out of your way

His relationship with you is similar to his relationship with Jeff

He and Jeff are friends, yes, but they aren't close

And most of the time, Toby will choose to avoid Jeff rather than hangout with him

That's how he sees you too

You're a good kid! He just doesn't wanna upset you

The very few interactions you have with him are typically just him sucking up to you, or him doing his best to tiptoe around everything that could upset you

And because of this, you do take advantage of him sometimes

"Toby go get me a snack"

"I dunno y/n, don't you think you could go...get it yourself this time?" As he says this almost every word has a whistle or click after it, showing how nervous he is

You will slowly turn your head to look at him with a glare "I know you aren't calling me lazy"

"No, no! I-I would never! I'm just saying-"

"OH! So you're calling me fat then?"

"No!"

"Then go get me a snack before i make you regret the day your mommy queefed you out"

He REALLY needs to learn to stand up for himself smh

And typically he is pretty good at standing up for himself but yk

Kids scare him

Jeff

With his explosive anger issues you will not last more than 3 seconds around him omg

He is not above fist fighting a child btw

I mean yk, he'd get punished for it but that doesn't stop him

The second you try anything around him he checks you real quick

If you back off, he will get a boost of pride and say some shit like "Yeah, that's what I thought"

If you double down with it, it will likely turn into an all out screaming match

Until someone pulls him away and is like "dude you can't be fighting with little kids :/"

He will always call you names and always be sour around yo

Crotch goblin, little shit, failed abortion

you know, the usual <333

Honestly im gonna be so real with you for a second, the way I see yalls relationship going is only to one drastic side of a spectrum

You could bond over your anger issues and become best friends/siblings with an unbreakable bond

OR you could become so sour towards each other that the caretakers of the manor literally have a meeting about changing your schedule a bit to get around Jeff's

No in between its only one of those two

Yeah, Jeff doesn't take no shit from anyone

Even children, gotta teach em young <333

Ben

Ben, being so chill genuinely does not care what you do to him

Since he doesn't have a physical body, you can't fight him either

So sometimes he will pick fights with you just to make you mad

I'm desperately trying to make Ben's section more than 3 bullets long

I'm telling you he literally does not care, does not react, NOTHING.

You could be screaming at him and he will just continue about his day like you aren't even there

Which of course, makes you more mad

But again, he doesn't care

Making you try harder and harder just to get a reaction out of him

The only reaction you will get is out of Jeff, and we already talked about his dramatic ass

[an-gothamite-aka-zannalial]

I always want to see Damian get what he totally deserve to get. NORMAL LIVE, not some Hero and assassin shit

Like he got to so much problem that his family can't take it anymore, so they send him to Boarding school in another country. Just make sure he wont get into some gofy ass scenario without any guard

He knew when all his sibling talk in the room that this is his last change to not mess everything and get their full trust, and damian actually already tired of all this shit

Form his only bestfriend become full adult, his girlfriend break up and leave him, ra's comeback try to kidnap him, and there more shit that happen to him recently

So in his new school he just act normal, like Literally he became a avarage student. No one know he a Wayne cause he never tell anyone and his Appearance in media is Very rare, make being normal much Easier

He just be like his father and sibling when they are in public, playboy/girl, rich kids shit, charismatic, and so on

He even slowly Bond with everyone with no problem, make him worse but better at the same time.

He start to show up in night prom or party everytime there a Invitation, being The center of everyone's attention, a bright sun in everything he join and enter

Even get drunk on some party Unintentionally because he got carried away by the atmosphere, until that just become his new habit when join something that has alcohol in it

He also uses drugs and smokes because he follows his friends, without realizing that what he is doing is wrong in the eyes of his family because he almost forgets he has one.

He often plays truant and gets involved in school problems but no one really wants to scold him, because he is a perfect kid and very rich, he doesn't even notice he's a bit off the mark.

Flirt everyone is his right to do anywhere, but there is one girl who he thinks is different from the others, making him return to the stalker's path for some time. Before realizing they like each other

In the end they became the school's best known couple, because no one with two healthy eyes could see how much they loved each other.

He only goes home on Christmas Day and on graduation day, because he is too comfortable and used to his surroundings now. Alfred almost didn't even manage to bring him home

When he returned home he was given the choice to decide his next path, to become a hero again or to continue what he had built over the last few years. And he chose his new life over the old suck life he had

Goes to the same college as his girlfriend and doesn't care about superheroes shit, Get a normal and enjoyable life without being bothered by mental health problems every night or severe insomnia every day

After graduating from college he decided to propose to his girlfriend and get married, having his own family. Forgetting the person he used to like is far behind Or the unfunctional family before because now he is part of a different family

[soulmatess]

Hello💚💚 I LOVEEE your Lawrusso soulmate fic SO much, you have no idea! Omgg like everything is just amazing! I cannot wait for the 3rd update!!! Please be quick, I miss them already😭😭😭

AHHH HELLOO??? So sorry this took me ages to reply, notifications are NOT on my side. I'm so so glad you like it! Support like this fuels me for days <3

Here's a little (actually really long) snippet for the next chapter to feed you until it's posted!

“I gotta get out of here, man.”

[...]

“Oh,” Daniel says, probably sounding more dumb than anything. "No kidding, you're like one shot away from liver failure."

Johnny glances over, squinting at him like the world’s slowly rotating out of focus. “Drive me.”

Daniel just stares at him. “What?”

“Drive me home.”

“Ima repeat myself, what?"

[...]

"I came on my bike," he mumbles, blunt as always.

Daniel squints at him, baffled. "Okay? So you don't have a car and I don't have a car, what do you want me to do? Teleport you home?"

[...]

Johnny makes a face like he wants to argue but decides it’s too much effort. Instead, he starts patting down his jacket pockets. “Whatever. We’ll take Bobby’s car.”

Daniel reels back. “We’ll what?”

Johnny pulls out a set of keys, holding them up like they’re a golden ticket. “He’s not gonna care. He owes me money anyway.”

Daniel stares like he’s just been asked to perform heart surgery. “I— Johnny, I can’t drive. Like, at all. Like, tried to once and crashed my Ma's car so bad it almost blew up! And as much as I get he owes you money, I don't feel like wrecking another guy's car."

“If you're not gonna suck it up and help me, you shoulda fucked off earlier like I politely asked.” Johnny groans and tries to shove off the sink again, he makes it half a step before wobbling. "I'll do it myself."

Daniel grabs him by the arm without thinking. “Oh, no. No. You are not driving, are you batshit?”

[...]

Johnny rolls his eyes so hard it might detach a nerve or something. “Fine," he scoffs, rubbing his hand roughly down his face. "Just… come with me, okay? Sit in the car. Make sure I don’t wrap it around a tree. And if a cop pulls us over, switch with me.”

“That’s not— no. How is that any better?”

Johnny glares at him, eyes half-lidded but surprisingly focused. “LaRusso, listen. I’m gonna pass out in, like, five minutes if I don't start movin'. Either on the lawn or in your lap, and you're sure closer to me than grass. So unless you wanna explain to everyone why we’re suddenly cuddling in a bathroom that smells like puke, you’re gonna help me get to Bobby's shitty fuckin' Mercedes, and you're gonna buckle me in and yell into my ear whenever I start drifting out of the lane, okay?”

Daniel stares at him, mouth slightly open. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m so serious.”

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[a-tale-of-legends]

Your original post was about Naomi and Hop a lot. But a person she'd become frustrated by for underestimating and coddling her is Alexis. Her life situation also would break in half the core of his selfdestructive self-deceit and running away:

She sure never met any evil team or did any big risky thing as a younger kid. But she was lonely and never dared anything. Many people protected her. They didn't mean it to, and Naomi would've had trouble going against her anxiety, but their actions backfired and left her with her own scars. Lack of confidence and of independence, horrible anxiety, and feeling miserable.

Does that ring a bell for Alexis?

And her being "safe" didn't stop the losses of Soul or Gerardo. Even more Soul, who didn't have a dangerous job, but who by chance got sick and died because of it.

A childhood of complete safety is a lie. It doesn't exist. And being herded away from any hardship stunts a child's growth.

YEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP!!!!!!

That's the theme with Alexis bay-beeeee,him and stunted growth. Being stuck or stagnant if you will.

Alexis isn't a nuzlocke protag anymore bc I didn't wanna go anymore nuzlockes, so in the place of pokemon death I simply played up the anxiety and paranoia that Alexis would feel as he goes on his journey. The fear of Team Plasma getting him or his family. The fear of what would happen if he doesn't comply with their plans ( of being the hero and facing N). Of course: he's a protagonist. He still can't just leave things the way they are. The exact fear of his loved ones getting hurt is what drives him but god, it sucks. To be 14 and to feel that much fear. And then he loses his arm and then he runs away bc Unova is overwhelming, and then when he comes back, those fears are still there, but it manifests in " I need to do everything in my power to keep them safe and happy and have a good future". For Elliot and the Unova gang it's "moving on" -> not talking about what has happened to him, shutting down when there is an attempt to, all under the saying " it's in the past now" ( spoiler alert: He is very much stuck on the past lol, but he doesn't want to admit it)

And got Naomi, like you said, he sees a child around the age he was when going on a journey and sees how shy and anxious she is and it's almost like he's being taken back to his days on his own pokemon journey and that fear? It just. Slowly creeps back in. Oof I'm. I'm kinda realizing how much Alexis is probably projecting here. Naomi needs someone to guide her away from the danger and the risks, like how Alexis wished someone did that for him. And it could be a sweet notion if he'd just allowed her to actually. Be! Just. It must be tough to realize that it's less about her ( I mean it is very much about her) and more about him and his own insecurities. For both of them honestly. Yikes my dude. I don't even think he fully registers it until Naomi or Elliot or both snaps at him for it. Naomi needs to grow. She is growing. She appreciates the concern, and if given the context, she would fully get why. But that still doesn't mean she's just going to just. Take people smothering her anymore. She's gonna grow!!! And she already went through shit before hand - with her dad and Gerardo - So to pretend that she's this. I dunno, perfect doll that has never experienced anything wder and should be protected is simply incorrect.

Also just. He's so worried about risk and hardships, and yet Elliot has honestly been suffering for some time because of Alexis' avoidance. And I feel like Alexis would just. Use this against himself, convincing himself that it's all a better reason for her to simply leave him, and not take it as a sign to do better. To maybe not make your sister feel like shit when she just wants to talk to you about what happened. The cycle of self-loathing and pity bay-beeeee!

This was a much longer way of saying what you said though. Galar is a much needed wake up call though. Alexis really does love his family. So once it really settles in how badly he fucked up it honestly breaks him. And it's honestly all up to him on how he makes things better that doesn't fall into " they're better off without me"/avoidance bc that shit hasn't been helpful for years.

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The Child

Stan and Reader

words: 1,065

tags: sfw, platonic/familial bonding

a/n: okay so the idea this is based on was a little more thought out than this, but i felt like it would have been more fitting for a longer story with muliple chapters. That's just not really something I do, so I decided to just write the scenes that were the clearest in my head: meeting each member of the family. Hope that'll do and be enough<3

Freedom. That’s the only thing that crossed your mind when you saw the glowing blue whirlpool appear in front of you. Your home had been destroyed by none other than Bill Cipher and only you had survived. He didn’t care about you though and just threw you at the feet of his henchmaniacs, letting them decide your fate.

But now, here was your way out. Anywhere would be better than this wretched place. With no doubts in your heart you leapt forward, into the anomaly.

Everything around you was swirling blues and whites that left you feeling dizzy. You passed out before you reached the other side.

Stan. He had no time to process his own twin brother being sucked into an interdimensional portal when another creature flew his way. Its body hit him directly, knocking him backwards onto the floor. He pushed the unmoving thing off of him and tried to restart the portal that had sputtered off again.

Eventually, he gave up. He turned back to the lifeless body on the floor. He walked towards it, its body covered in bright green feathers. It looked like a weird twisted version of a bird. Like a bird was meant to look human but didn’t quite get it.

Stan was about to do something rash when the body moved and groaned. He stopped dead in his tracks. That voice was so high pitched and tiny, it sounded almost like a… child.

Now that he took a closer look, it was rather small as well. When you opened your eyes and saw this strange creature in front of you you immediately jumped up and backed into a corner behind some crates, chirping in fear.

Stan took a deep breath, gathering himself. It was hardly your fault that Ford was gone. You were just a child. Although it felt like the universe was playing some sick joke on him.

He slowly and carefully made his way over to you, trying his very best to be non-threatening and calming you down. It took some effort, but eventually, you realized that he was way less dangerous than the nightmares that had surrounded you not long ago. Slowly, you began to trust him, even though you didn’t understand each other.

Soos. It was more or less a regular day at the Shack. Except for one thing. A little boy was at the shack today. He was sad. That is, until Stan offered him a job and gave him a green shirt with a question mark on it. You watched the boy’s eyes light up and the way he looked at Stan.

You and Soos bonded very quickly and you took him under your wing. He had essentially decided that Stan was his father now and you couldn’t blame him. It had been more or less the same for you.

Now that Soos was older he’d sometimes take you with him to the arcades or something. There, whenever you two met some of Soos’ friends you had never met before he would introduce you as his ‘sib of another crib’ and each time it warmed your heart.

In every way that mattered, Soos had become your little brother.

Ford. Somehow, Stan had managed to reactivate the portal and convinced the kids that they should let him open it. It was chaos. But eventually, a bright, piercing light filled the room and you saw someone step through. Stan’s twin brother he had told you so much about.

They fought and the only reason you didn’t help Stan was because he had insisted before that whatever happens, you were not to interject. Eventually, they settled their conflict enough to let Stan tell him about the kids. Ford was so happy when he realized they were his family.

Then Stan gestured towards you. “And this is the kid I adopted back when…” Stan swallowed hard and Ford furrowed his brows at him in confusion. “Well, you went into the portal and they fell out.” Ford raised his brows and looked at you as he realized what that meant. For example, that you most likely weren’t human, even though you looked like one.

You took a couple of steps towards him, stood there for a second, and spoke. “If you and I hadn’t switched places then they would have killed me. I owe my life to both you and your brother.”

Then hugged him. Ford raised his arms away from you in surprise. You didn’t know why but for some reason it felt only right to utter your next words in your native language that you hadn’t had a chance to use in the last three decades.

“ Ḭ̵̆̓̊̔̃ć̷̖̩̺͖̋̌̇͠ͅa̷̪̩̬͚͊̀̽̾͛ ̴̪̖̬͍̺̈́͑̕ķ̴̹̱͈͈̾̎̈́̽̕ǎ̶̰̬̈̈͝͝ŗ̵̜̦̤͙̐s̵͓͆̒k̸͈͕̖̥̠̒̈́̉̋ ”

You chirped, each word feeling heavy on your tongue. A beat of silence passed as Ford tried to decipher the words. Eventually, he did. “You’re welcome.” He said and finally put his arms around you as well, hugging you.

Stan looked at you both in bewilderment. “You speak their language?” Ford looked up at him, loosening his grip on you a little. “Yes. Although I never had a chance to learn from a native speaker. I honestly thought they were ext-” He cut himself off, the word he was about to say sinking in. Ford looked down at you again and hugged you tighter.

“Oh Lord, I am so sorry.”

The kids. Mabel and Dipper didn’t know that you weren’t human. At least not until you all met Ford. The only reason they didn’t was because Stan had insisted that you do not tell them. He was so worried for their safety that he decided to deny all mention of supernatural happenings and such. It didn’t really work out that way but he tried his best.

After they had found out though and the whole Ford business had settled a little as well, they started drilling you with questions. Eventually, on a long day of many questions from both the kids and Ford, you decided to just drop the human act completely and show them your true form. Lime green feathers, a beak…

They were even more fascinated after that, the questions never stopped.

It even felt good to talk about your home again, cathartic even. Especially, because your audience was glued to your every word, their eyes lighting up with joy… it was hard to feel sadness when you were surrounded by so much love.

[mamawasatesttube]

Reading the list of fluff prompts I was struck by a deep desire for “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” from Lois to Kon.

Kon drifts.

Everything is vague, hazy, and distant, lost in a fog; exhaustion weighs at his limbs, although his perception of them is tenuous at best. He'd be content to keep his eyes closed, to fall back down into sleep, if not for this niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he needs to... he needs to... there's someone, there's someone he needs to protect...

Weary, confused, too tired to think, he turns that need over and over in his mind a few times. Pokes and prods it from different angles through the fog. Who is he protecting? From what? And why is his body so, so heavy?

God, he's so tired... Surely he can protect them better after he just... sleeps a little more. Yes. He can let himself drift back into—

And then it hits him. Metallo. Jon. Kryptonite. The explosion.

Adrenaline spikes through his chest, an echo of the metal rod that speared through his ribs a lifetime ago. It takes every ounce of his desperate strength to open his eyes.

The haziness slowly settles into the vague but recognizable outlines of the medbay at the Fortress of Solitude. He's lying on a cot, bathed in sunlight; his head hurts like Bart's in there taking out fifteen espressos on a drumset. In a chair to his right, a tablet computer in hand, is...

"Lois...?"

Lois looks up immediately at the sound of his voice, her sharp eyes softening when she meets his gaze. "Hey, squirt," she says, leaning forward. Her hand is warm against his clammy skin as she strokes his hair back from his forehead. "How're you feeling?"

Kon shakes his head a little, and instantly regrets it as the pain in his temples reverberates back and forth tenfold. "Wh... where's Jon?"

"Don't worry. He's fine, thanks to you. Barely a scratch on him." Lois smiles, but it's wan and slight. She looks tired. "He's with Clark right now. I'm not supposed to tell you, but he wanted to make you cupcakes so you feel better faster."

Fine. Relief floods through Kon's whole body; it's a double-edged sword, though, because as the adrenaline and panic fade, every bit of pain from his... everything... hurts way more. Ow.

God. Kryptonite and then a big-ass building getting exploded and falling on him would do that, but still. Ow. Owie. Ouch. Kon is not a fan of buildings falling on him. Has he ever mentioned that? He's seriously not a fan.

Still. Better him than Jon. That kid is barely fourteen. He doesn't need to be dealing with all this. Thank goodness he's okay.

"He's a good kid," Kon rasps. His throat is dry. Ugh. His head hurts. His back hurts. His legs hurt. Hell, his toes hurt. This sucks. "Ngh..."

Lois smooths his hair back from his forehead again. That's a welcome distraction from the pain, and at least the sunlight feels nice. She's probably here because Clark kicked her out of the kitchen, Kon thinks, and almost smiles at the thought. Still, it's nice not to wake up alone.

"Do you want some water?" Lois asks. She leans over and picks up a bottle from the bedside table that Kon didn't notice until now. "Here." She twists off the cap, scoots forward, and slips a hand beneath his head to help him lift it; her other hand gently tips the mouth of the bottle to his lips. "Sip slowly so you don't make yourself sick."

Obediently, Kon sips slowly. The water is cool and refreshing against his dry tongue and throat, and with Lois's help he drinks around half the bottle before he's had his fill.

A drop lingers on his lips, runs down his chin. Lois sets the bottle aside, plucks a tissue from the box on the table, and wipes it away.

Kon stares at her. She's so... she's being so gentle with him right now. His weary, confused heart skips a beat in his chest.

He takes a shaky breath as she helps him lie back against the pillows. "Lois... 'm sorry," he breathes, closing his eyes against the pain radiating from his skull. Kryptonite always triggers his stupid TTK overuse migraines. Sucks. "For... not getting Jon outta danger."

"What?" Lois sounds incredulous. "You—oh, you Kent boys will be the goddamn death of me, I swear, always taking the world on your shoulders for everyone—" She cuts herself off with a huff. "Conner, you have nothing to apologize for, least of all to me. I'm not—I'm so proud of you, you know that?"

Now it's Kon's turn to be baffled. What?

It's befuddling enough that he opens his eyes to blink at her. Does he have a concussion? What's going on? What did he possibly do to make Lois proud? Like, don't get him wrong, he's thrilled to hear it, but...

Lois pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "Alright, squirt, listen to me. You did an amazing job keeping everyone safe from Metallo today. Everyone except yourself, at least. I... lord, don't give me those eyes, now. Yours are even worse than Clark's."

What eyes? Kon blinks again, still bewildered. He's just looking at her normally? And he just did what he was made to do, so why is she proud...? What is going on?

"Huh?" he manages, eloquent as ever.

Lois heaves another deep sigh and rakes a hand through her hair. Another lock falls out of her already-disheveled bun. "Look. We can talk about all this later. You need to rest up so you heal now, alright?"

That does sound good. Kon is very tired. And everything hurts. Has he mentioned that his everything hurts? Because his everything hurts. "Mmkay."

Lois smiles down at him. Then she stands up from her chair, leans down, and—Kon's breath catches in his throat—presses a warm kiss to his forehead.

"Get some sleep, squirt," she tells him, fondness clear in her voice. "I'll be here when you wake up. And so will your cupcakes."

"Yeah," Kon agrees, his chest tight. He closes his eyes before she can catch a glimpse of any tears that definitely, one hundred percent, are not forming. "Sweet."

As he falls back asleep, he's still smiling.

[lalaluvvs]

vampire bf satoru

cw: slightly suggestive, fluff, bloodsucking (??)

Contrary to popular belief, Satoru Gojo definitely has a morning routine- one he follows from beginning to end. It's the only constant in his life, not including Suguru.

In fact, it was Suguru that suggested the routine and helped him stick to it. Gojo would probably be nowhere if it weren't for his best friend.

When Gojo wakes, he palms the bed groggily, searching for the familiar warmth beside him. It takes him a few tries before he finds purchase on a bare shoulder, its' owner grumbling with annoyance.

As part of his routine, Gojo will hold him close, chest to his chest as he runs a gentle finger down that sensitive part of his neck. He'll linger there a moment too long, hesitant to savor the skin there. He can smell the dark blood rising to his cold touch, eager to be released. His fangs extend from his mouth, small for a typical vampire but just the right size to stab into Suguru's neck. He winces at the sensitivity- he hates that part the most- and grazes them across his neck until they catch onto the scabbed lumps along the base of his nape. Meanwhile he holds his best friend like a lover, gliding careful fingertips over his back. Those same fingers dig into the flesh of his back while he slowly presses his fangs through the healing scabs.

If it were up to him, he would feed all over his neck, covering the expansive canvas in little love bites to mark his claim.

Suguru is almost never fully awake before feeling the fangs puncture the lower side of his neck. He prefers it this way, so he can get it over with. He's trained his body to sleep through a good amount of it, though he would generously trade his sleep for Satoru. He would be happy to give him everything- body and soul- if it could benefit Gojo in any way.

The blood-sucking idiot has to restrain himself half the time, his body feeling the overwhelming urge to drain. While he feeds, Suguru stirs and leans into the embrace, running his fingers through snow white hair. A warm smile pulls from his lips as he thinks of the times Satoru would hide his face, or be too embarassed to feed. Luckily, he could only go so long before he ran out of options and was forced to drink his blood.

After moving away from the Gojo clan and moving in with Suguru, it was hard to find ways to feed himself. The Gojo clan always had new sacrifices, and when they ran out they would just start feeding from their employed humans. Satoru only knew starvation in the Gojo clan. He couldn't bring himself to feed from innocent people. He can recall the pain, and how badly he wished for a death that would never come.

His body hates him for that. He's sure of it. But he can't help but feel anything short of blessed for the situation he's in now.

When he's finished, Satoru politely wipes off the blood from his neck and stares in awe as it pools. He takes a small lick before dressing his wound, causing Suguru to grunt in disgust.

The world stops for him when Suguru meets his eyes, a grin pulled taut across his face. He looked ethereal in the morning light as the sun came down to set in the sky.

Suguru yawns, stretching his limbs before pulling Satoru close again- careful to avoid pulling him to his neck. He trusts Satoru with his life, but not his own self control.

"Mornin'." Gojo yawns, eyes barely open. He smiles lazily, dark blood dripping from his retracted fangs.

Suguru pushes him back by his chest, staring at him incredulously.

"Are you kidding? Go wash out your mouth, I don't wanna see that shit."

Satoru pouts, whining as always, "But Sugu, it's your blood. There's nothing nasty about it!"

He tries to reach around him, pull him back into his strong arms, but Suguru knows better by now.

"No, brush your teeth first. Fuckin' animal."

"Hey, that's totally unnecessary!"

Suguru raises a brow. "Only animals would have manners like yours."

The other man pouts deeper, brows furrowing contemplatively before giving it up.

He rolls over, pushing himself out of bed and makes his way toward the shared bathroom. He drags his slippers against the cold tile, only because it feels nice to wear the things Suguru gets for him. Even if he only bought it to keep Satoru's dirty feet off the bed after walking barefoot.

Well- he did forget a few key parts to his routine, but Suguru was there to keep him in check. The other part of the his routine is the cleanup- which he can't stand but he does it because Suguru asked so nicely. If he gets to drink his blood, it'll be on his terms. Not that there would need to be blood involved for Satoru to give him what he wants. He would always spoil his best friend.

His mind wanders to other pleasant Suguru thoughts while he brushes his teeth. Warm arms wrap loosely around his waist, pulling him out of his dream-like state. His radiant smell alerted him before his touch did.

Suguru rests a sleepy head on Satoru's shoulder, leaning into his back. " 'M so cold. You should quit feeding from me so early in the winter."

Gojo gasps loud, pausing his brushing and turning his head to see him. "You mean... you want me to skip breakfast?"

Suguru grimaces and shakes his head, pulling away to lean against the doorframe.

"You don't need a full meal in the morning. It's just convenient for you."

And it's true. Having a full breakfast means he'll be full of energy throughout the day while Suguru recovers from his blood defeciency. Even with the iron supplements, he didn't seem to be getting much better with that.

Suguru grabs the small blanket at the edge of their bed and wraps it around himself. "You could just feed from the bag for a while, right?"

Gojo has to turn his whole body to face him, mouth agape as if he'd heard the most vile thing from his mouth.

"Dude. No."

He continues with his routine, putting away his toothbrush and walking around the room to pick up the remnants of bandages and bloody napkins.

"Don't 'dude no' me. It's my blood." Suguru crosses his arms. "I say you're getting too spoiled."

"Spoiled?" Satoru shouts, pausing his routine yet again. "It's my food! I need it to live!"

"You don't need a whole liter of blood a day, 'Toru."

Satoru huffs, continuing to clean his mess. "Oh, it's not a whole liter." He waves his hand dismissively. "Trust me I keep track. It's two."

All Suguru can do is stare at him, dumbfounded. Two whole liters?!

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Not particularly, no. I don't think I'll ever find someone with blood as sweet as yours." He says, matter-of -factly.

His features darken noticibly, his hyperactive mind returning to thoughts of life without Suguru. It would come, when Suguru goes grey and his bones wither beneath him. Gojo would have nothing but distant memories to keep him alive.

But they were so far from that now. It didn't make sense to ruminate on something so depressing before it even reached that point.

Suguru sighs, fingers brushing against the bandage on his neck. He felt the lumps underneath, tender and sore. He's lucky Jujutsu High was so flexible with dress codes- he'd need to cover this up.

"Listen... we'll talk more about this when we get back. You need to get ready for work before I leave your ass here."

Gojo's eyes widen and he swears there are tears forming. "You wouldn't dare!"

Suguru chuckles, running into the bathroom before he does. "Watch me!"

a/n: this is my first posted fic but it was so much fun to write, i love my boys :PP