#and rinse him in water and rub like a cleaning wipe on him

[fear-no-mort]

shy socially awkward em representation

[ja3yun]

Stitch Me Up | L.HS

underground fighter!heeseung x nurse!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), ex heeseung, unprotected sex, cream pie, weapon and blood mention, if i missed anything lmk!

wc: 4.5k+

synopsis: after a tough shift in the hospital all you wanted was to rid yourself of the tension and your ex turns up just in time

a/n: hi! hope you're all doing well. a quick one shot from me so i hope you like it. not much to say on this one <3 ilysm

Dragging your feet behind you, you unlock your door. Everything that went wrong today could have gone wrong; first, you caught your fingers in the mobile hoist, a patient spat in your face, and you spent the last 30 minutes of your shift cleaning shit from the toilets.

No one ever said being a nurse was a glamorous job, but on days like these, you wish you picked something a little more dignifying. 

You kick your shoes off and head to your bedroom to grab some pajamas. Every bit of you is emotionally and physically drained, this past month has been exhausting. Working 70-hour weeks and being underpaid for it was starting to take its toll on your fragile body.

Nights like these you miss Heeseung, you shouldn’t but you do. 

Picking up scattered clothes that made a mess of your bedroom floor, you groan when your lower back aches. Someone in their 20s shouldn’t be in this much pain. They should be living their best life, staying up late, going out at the weekend, and having a healthy social life. 

You love your job, it’s rewarding and you love to take care of people. Seeing people who are in your ward get better makes your heart feel full like your life is actually worth something and doing some good in this shitty world.

You used to have balance. Heeseung was your balance. 

Sifting through your drawers you find some pink shorts with white love hearts and a cropped white tank top. Usually, you would settle for a set of sweats and a baggy t-shirt but after practically spending 3 days straight in unflattering scrubs you wanted something pretty.

When you walk you can feel the pain in your feet, and blisters start to form. You needed this shower asap. Luckily the bathroom is less than 5 steps away from your bedroom door so you can keep your hobbling to a minimum. The shower is so enticing as you switch the button on and set the temperature just right, or in your case, scolding hot.

A roasting hot shower is what you need to forget today. You need Heeseung’s hands to melt away the pain.

You miss him.

Heeseung and you have been broken up for precisely 1 month and 13 days. For some reason today you can’t shake him off your mind. 

The water cascades down your skin, tiny droplets sit on your face as you wash your hair. The smell of coconut fills the tiny box bathroom and for the first time today, you feel content.

After you rinse the conditioner from your hair and wash your body with a matching scented soap, you pull the shower curtain back and step out carefully - the last thing you need is to fall and break a bone.

Wiping the mirror to rid it of the steam you stare at yourself. The dark circles under your eyes and the redness of your cheeks showcase just how tired your body is. Nothing an overpriced and overrated skincare routine can’t fix. You grab the cleanser and start your regime. It reminds you of him, how he used to always help you, the pads of his fingers gently rubbing the product into your skin, and when he had any left over he would use it on himself. He looked so cute and sweet during those times.

What is with you today? Why do you keep thinking about him?

Quickly, you dry your hair and body with the towel and get ready for bed. Typically, you would sit up and watch an episode or two of Brooklyn 99 but honestly, you’re too burnt out to enjoy it.

As you leave the bathroom there is a knock at the door and you freeze on sight. It’s late and none of your friends would come over, so your brain goes into panic mode. Being a girl alone in her flat was scary enough these days never mind taking in the factor of the time. All the lights are off so hopefully if you just stay still, they’ll leave.

Another knock.

Grabbing a coat hanger from the clothesline in the bathroom you arm yourself with it, it would do enough damage to the person on the other side of the door if you had to escape. 

So you couldn’t second guess yourself, you briskly tiptoed to the door and swung it open, hanger tightly in your grip ready to swing.

The figure turns around and jumps, backing up when they see the coathanger ready to be lobbed at their face.

“Woah, Y/N. It’s just me.” He puts his hands in front of him in defense.

Heeseung.

You breathe out and relax, dropping your arms to your side. Although your exterior seems to have gotten over the fright, your heart is thumping still. That could be because when you look him in the eyes finally you register who he is.

“Heeseung it’s past midnight, what are you doing here?” 

He steps forward and you see his face battered and bruised, his lip has been bust open and a black eye forming on the left side of his face, he was a mess. There have been countless times he’s looked like this, it’s how you two met.

A year ago there was a knock on your door, not unlike tonight, except that time your friend Jongseong was carrying a half-to-life version of Heeseung. The boy couldn’t stand on his own two feet.

“Y/N, sorry, I didn’t know where to go, he didn’t want to go to the hospital,” Jongseong explained, although it didn’t clear anything up.

“What the fuck, Jongie, who is this?” You grab the other side of the spent boy and sit him down on the couch, “What happened to him?” Looking at the guy in front of you, you see the blood on his t-shirt, slash marks on his arms, and his face is blown out.

Jongseong rushes to get the first aid kit from your bathroom, “He was fighting tonight and some arsehole pulled a knife on him, and got him in the stomach a few times,” You lift the fabric covering his torso and see wounds bleeding, “I tried to pull him out of the fight but he wasn’t having it.”

You don’t know a lot about Jongseong’s work life, all you know is that by day he’s a simple office body, filling, paperwork, a pen pusher of sorts. But when night came he was an underground fighter, all of it illegal, but he fell into it with some guys at the gym. From what you hear he is pretty good at it.

“Heeseung, buddy?” Jongseong slaps the boy's face a few times, “Stay awake, this is Y/N, she’s a nurse.” So his name was Heeseung.

“Jongie, these are pretty serious, he needs to go to the hospital.”

“No hospital.” Heeseung coughs out. You suppose if you take him to A&E how could any of them explain what happened? 

You rub his legs to soothe him, “Okay, no hospital.” 

That night you stitched his wounds and cleaned him up. Obviously, he survived, and you took him in like an injured winged bird. Let him stay at yours for 2 weeks, and by the time he was ready to fly away back into the world, you wanted him to stay forever.

You look him up and down to take in his outfit, he wasn’t wearing sweats so this wasn’t a scheduled fight, instead, he was clad in jeans, a White Stripes t-shirt, and a loose-fitting leather jacket, “What the fuck happened, Heeseung?” 

“Is it lame if I say you should see the other guy?” He laughs but nothing is funny. 

Stepping aside you let him into your flat which he does like second nature, his shoes left exactly where they used to go, “Heeseung you can’t just come here looking like this and not tell me what happened.” On autopilot, you go to get the first aid kit.

He takes a seat on your kitchen counter and looks around, “Nothing much happened, some guys being dicks.” 

You come back from the bathroom and see him atop your kitchen, “Eh, get down from there. Now.” He always perched himself on anything but a seat. It didn’t bother you too much but right now after your shift, you couldn’t be arsed to pander to it, “Try and treat my place with a bit of respect please.”

Heeseung jumps off and walks to take a seat on the edge of your couch. It might be wrong of you to think it but he does look beautiful like this. You blame Leon Kennedy in Resident Evil for your attraction to busted up men.

As you open the first aid kit you feel his eyes on you, “Why did you come here, Heeseung? You could have treated this yourself.”

“I missed you.” He confesses and it’s true he did miss you. 

For the past month he’s been throwing himself into fights he knows he won’t win just to feel something other than heartache. In spite of his cold attitude and reckless behaviour, he held your love so gently in his heart that he couldn’t even act tough around you. From the first day he laid eyes on you, he knew you had to be his, and if that meant opening up his heart, that’s what he did. 

A first he thought it was because you were fixing his wounds and he owed you something but that thought quickly vanished when you fixed more than that. 

“Heeseung, we broke up. It’s done.” You say coldly. With the thoughts of missing him earlier still fresh in your brain, you had to nip this in the bud.

When you broke up with Heeseung it wasn’t exactly because you wanted to, it was to protect yourself. His lifestyle and yours don’t mix, he was always getting into trouble and you were trying to avoid it at all costs. But more importantly than that, you couldn’t see the man you love come home every night exactly how he is now, broken and beaten. 

The deeper into the fight circuit Heeseung got, the more dangerous it was. People were pulling knives, guns, and bringing back up, all for the sake of making sure their bosses won the bets. Your ex-boyfriend was a great fighter - or so you’ve heard, he never let you come to any of the fights - but these other guys played dirty and it was a threat to his life. 

So when you asked him to stop and he said no, you did what you had to and called it off. You lost sleep, precious never to be taken for granted sleep, every night he fought and it was taking its toll on you. You tried to compromise with him and pleaded with him to go back to the regulated (if you could even call them that) fights, the ones where the stakes are lower.

However, Heeseung was above that now, too much of a hot commodity. 

“Baby, I’m making us enough money so you don’t have to do so much overtime.”

“Seungie, I’m a nurse, all we do is overtime. Plus, this shouldn’t be about the money, it’s about your safety.” Your voice is cracking with every sentence you have uttered tonight, but he still won’t listen, “I’m not asking you to give it up, but please stop taking these high-stakes fights, you’re going to get killed.”

Heeseung scoffs and places a hand on your shoulder, “I won’t die, I’ve got you to stitch me up.”

“No, Seungie, you don’t. I can’t do this anymore.”

It was a brutal way to end it, none of you walked into that conversation expecting that outcome, but for you, it was the only thing you could do.

Soaking a cotton pad with some anti-septic, you place it gently on his lip, a hiss from him following your action, “Sorry.” You whisper. A sorry for the pain but also for breaking up with him. No matter how much you knew it was right for you, you knew it was hard on him. Opening himself up to love you wasn’t easy for Heeseung.

“I’m used to it, baby.” Your heart cries as he calls you baby, it always sounded so perfect coming from him.

“What did the guys do?” You ask and he looks at you with those beautiful eyes, masked behind purple and blue, “You said guys were being dicks, so what did they do?”

He didn’t want to waste energy on it, the fight being over in a flash anyway, “Just stuff. They got a jump on me hence the mess.” He moves his hand to gesture to his face but while his hand is already there, it engulfs yours, the one that’s cleaning the blood from his mouth, “Baby, I didn’t start it.”

“I know, Seungie.” You feel yourself falling back into how it used to be, his thumb running circles into your hand. 

Once you finish up, you place a skin closure strip on his mouth, your thumb rubbing gently to secure it in place. He takes the opportunity to take your thumb into his mouth and you nearly moan at the intimate act. 

But this isn’t how it is now.

“Heeseung.” You warn him. 

He releases your thumb and sighs, “Habit.” He was a man of few words, you knew that, so there was no need to say anything more.

“You should go. Keep it clean, and put some ointment on that black eye.”

“I miss you so fucking much, Y/N.” Ignoring him, you walk into the bathroom to return the first aid kit, “Don’t you miss me?”

It almost makes you laugh. You missed him more than anything, so much so that after the shitshow that was today all you could think about was him. All you wanted was for him to wrap you in his arms and tell you everything is fine, but that is a wish that can’t be a reality anymore. 

“It’s not about missing you Heese-”

“I’ll quit.” 

You turn the bathroom light off and brush past him, “No, you won’t. We both know it so don’t lie to me, don’t start that now.” 

Heeseung is a beat behind you when you walk into your bedroom, “Y/N, believe me.” He knew you didn’t need to believe him, there wasn’t even a reason to believe him because he had said this before. But this time is different, “If you just listen to me,”

“No, I don’t think I will.” The stare you have on him is angry, “I offered you a solution for all of this, and honestly? I am so tired of this conversation now. I need you to go.”

Hurt flickers in his eyes, “Baby, I’m miserable without you.”

Agitation builds up inside you. He’s acting like this is solely your fault, like you were the one that caused all this. Granted, you broke up with him but it was after giving him every solution to stop it, “This is not my doing, Seungie, okay?” He wants to retaliate but you snip in before he gets the chance, “You love fighting those losers more than you ever did me, you made that clear.”

He sees red at your allegation. How dare you even think for a second you weren’t his number one. Sure, he didn’t want to give up fighting, it was who he was, but he also didn’t want to lose you, he sees that now. He has to prove to you just how much you mean to him.

Heeseung takes two long strides to you and kisses you hungrily. It’s been so long since he felt your lips in his. The stinging from his wound is dull compared to how he feels to have you like this again, he has a whole month of kisses and fucking to catch up on and nothing will stop him.

“I love you so much don’t you dare fucking say that.” It was a rarity for him to say that he loves you out loud. You knew he did, it was his actions that showed his love more than words, but hearing it made your eyes well with tears. Because he didn’t say it much, you cherished every single time he did.

You fall onto the bed behind you, his weight crashing onto you as you both lose yourselves in the kiss, all that anger and hurt dissipated each of his kisses.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you try and deepen the kiss but he pulls away. He takes off his jacket and t-shirt and that’s when you see the bruises dispersed along his chest and torso. This fight must have been a lot more brutal than he let on. 

Sitting up you kiss each bruise while he straddles your lap, gently showing love for each one. The nurse in you wants to tend to them right away, they really did a number on his stomach and you’re slightly concerned about the damage done to his insides. But right now all he needs is a few kisses to make it better.

“They don’t hurt, promise.” He assures you, but if you kiss him too hard, which isn’t hard at all, he winces. To fixate on something other than the pain he whips off your tank top and just the sight of your breasts has him feeling a-okay, “Missed you so much.”

You could laugh at his obvious ogling but with your burnt out body and his just the same, you just needed to feel him, “Seungie, please,” You whine into his right peck as you kiss him over his darkest bruise again.

Heeseung understands your pleas and pushes you flat against the bed before undoing his jeans and not so gracefully kicking them off, “What do you want, baby? I’ll do it all.” 

To quit fighting. That’s what you want to say, but you can’t risk the idea of an argument, not when you’re so close to having him inside you again, “Fuck me, Heeseung. Please.”

This is all he’s been dreaming about since you told him to go. Your love wasn’t the only thing he craved. 

Dipping his head down to yours he kisses you again, his hands dipping into your cute pajama shorts to pull them down, “Can I eat your pussy baby?”

You would love nothing more than to feel his tongue all over you but you are truly exhausted, “I have had such a hard shift Seungie, just need your cock to make me feel better.” You’re lifting your hips into his as you say this, staring into his eyes to let him know he has to do this soon or you’ll crash.

“Okay, baby.” He brings two of his fingers to your folds to assess how easy you could take him. You’re wet but you could be wetter for him. Heeseung is an average size but if you’ve been without sex for a month like he had hoped you’d need a little more. 

He clambers over you to reach the top drawer and grab some lube. His cock is basically in your face so who were you to not have a taste of it? You sit up on your elbows and your mouth engulfs his member. He's so shocked by the sudden action he nearly drops the bottle, “Shit, baby.” His free hand finds its way into your hair as you bob up and down his shaft, “Missed that mouth of yours.” He breathes out, “Missed it sucking me off, missed it saying my name, fuck I even missed it bossing me around.” 

Pulling back you look at him with an unamused look but he uses it as an excuse to kiss you once again. 

Slithering down to his previous position he coats his cock with some of the lube, sparing some for your hole, slipping a finger into you to slick your inner walls with it. You turn into a moaning mess as you feel his fingers for the first time in so long, your hips involuntarily buck up.

“I’ll only be a minute, baby.” Once he feels satisfied you won’t feel any pain, he slides his finger out and rubs the head of his cock on your pussy. He isn’t even teasing you but you feel like he is with how long he is taking.

Abruptly, he pushes into your heat, the feeling of you around him makes his head spin. No one will ever feel as good as you, that’s why he’s willing to do anything to have you, “So good,” he exhales, “So fucking good, baby.” Bottoming out, he can’t stop a loud groan from erupting out his mouth. You’ve missed the sound so much.

He starts to thrust into you at a fast pace once he knows your walls have settled, each hit making the room fill with sounds of skin slapping and curses. With the way he’s fucking you, you would think you hadn’t seen each other in years, but he craves you so much that even one day without the option of you around his cock was unbearable. 

“Shit, Seungie please go faster.” He listens to you and picks up the pace, knowing how tired you are he needs to get you off quickly. 

Between your thighs, his hand finds your clit as he starts to rub it harshly. You look unreal right now, with your mouth open and head thrown back into the mattress.

Lifting your right leg over your shoulder he reaches a deeper spot, his cock pounding into you with ferocity it makes you squeeze around him, “Oh fuck, baby, do that again.” You squeeze his shaft with your walls again, “Fucking pussy feels like heaven.” He whispers to himself.

His hips keep a harsh rhythm, the sharpness of each thrust sending you more and more over the edge, “Close.” Is all you say.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, baby?” he smirks, happy knowing that he’s about to feel your ecstasy around him, “Cum for me, Y/N.”

And just like that your pussy comes undone on his dick that is still mercilessly pummeling into you. A loud mewl draws out your mouth and your hands grab onto the duvet under you, he’s making you feel bliss right now. 

Heeseung can feel himself getting closer and if he wants full satisfaction he needs to cum now while your walls are contracting thoughtlessly, he needs you to milk his cock dry.

Feeling him lose his rhythm a little you know he just needs a little something to bring him over the edge, “Seungie, need your cum so bad.” He loved it when you begged for his seed.

“Yeah? How bad?”

“I’m starving for it.”

The last few words have his hips stuttering and ropes of his cum shooting into you, filling you up just how you like it.

You’ve finally regained composure from your own high and just in time to see his slack jaw and eyes screwed shut. He was one of the few people that looked good when they orgasmed and you loved when you got to see him in all his glory.

Heeseung falls onto you briefly to catch his breath, the pain from his stomach coming back slowly but that doesn’t matter right now, “Let me clean you up.” He slides out of you and goes to get supplies to look after you.

Because your job requires you to look after everyone around you, it was nice how Heeseung would do aftercare so well, making sure you’re okay.

He takes a while but as he comes back he’s holding a damp cloth and bottle of water in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, “Sit up for me baby.” 

After placing the tea and water on the bedside table he starts to run the cloth along your sensitve area. He loved to see you full of his cum, every time the white substance would leak from you he felt a bit of pride so washing it away like this was mourningful.

“I have quit.” He says lowly, “Fighting, I mean. I quit this morning.”

“But you only said you would quit earlier?” You question, recalling the previous conversation.

“I wanted to see if you would believe me.”

You’re dubious, not understanding what he’s saying, “You can’t just quit like that, Seungie. You told me it wasn’t that easy.” 

And it wasn’t. It’s not like you can hand in a two week notice and call it a day, there are too many stakeholders involved, too much money being thrown around to just up and off.

“Yeah, you can see it wasn’t so painless.” He finishes cleaning you off and goes to place the rag in the washing basket.

“What do you mean?” As he walks into the room you see his bruises again and it all hits you at once, “The guys being dicks…”

Heeseung nods and jumps back into his boxers but not anything else with the hopes you want him to stay, “Told them I wasn’t doing it anymore and next thing I know I’m on the floor.” He laughs embarrassed at the memory.

This was technically your fault, you asked him to stop the high stake fights and this is what happened. 

Seeing your face, Heeseung sits on the bed next to you and cups your cheek, “Hey, no, I know what you’re thinking but you didn’t make me quit. I chose too. This is my doing”

“But I asked you to.” You look down and trace over his bruises lightly.

“Yeah, but I said no at first.” His hand runs into your damp hair, “I decided to quit this morning because losing you isn’t worth it. I meant it when I said i’m fucking miserable.” 

Sighing you fear this happiness in your chest is going to disappear at any moment, “It’s what you love though, Seungie.”

“I love you.” He hates that you have this preconceived notion that somehow he loves fighting more than you, “And I know I should have said it more when we were together but, baby, give me another chance so I can keep saying it.” 

You want to cry again, “Have you actually quit? No more fights?”

He places his hand on his heart, “I quit, promise. The only fights now will be with guys who stare at you too long.” 

Laughing, you remember a time he clocked two guys out for even offering you a drink. Heeseung has always been protective of you, that’s why you missed him so much today. Coming home after a grueling shift made you want nothing more than for him to hold you.

He’s offering you that chance again and you can’t turn it down, “I love you, Heeseung.”

“Fuck, baby, I love you too.” His lips are on yours again as he pours his love into you, his devotion.

Heeseung wasn’t letting you go again. Not for any fight in the world.

[kiwiikato]

mommy’s here // ken sato x reader

Chapter Five

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"y/n! help me please - she's spitting all over the place! oh gosh, it's so gross. it's on my face, im going to vomit." you woke up to loud yelling as you yawned while stretching your limbs. "help! please!"

you turned to see ultraman holding the baby kaiju as he gagged from the saliva that the baby spit out. you quickly stood up and transformed into your ultra form, grabbing her from kenji's arms.

she slobbered more as you help her, making you gag, but pushing through. "kenji, go get me a sheet of some type, we need to wipe her down. mina, can you please set up a type of bath for her here, something small just so we can rinse her off."

"i will get that for you." mina said as the floor opened to reveal a tub of some sort, about the shape of a pool for the babies giant size. kenji nodded transformed back to normal and scurried upstairs, looking around till he found a clean sheet of some sort around his house.

you carried the baby kaiju into the body of water, soothing her as she cried at the water touching her. your hand rubbed her head as she calmed down to which she did a bit after. "it's okay baby, mommy's got you. it's just water, see?" you hand dipped in the water as water drops trickled from your hands to her. she shook her head at the feeling of water falling on her beak, but cooed happily.

"see it's just water, nothing to be afraid of." you talked to her in a baby voice as kenji came running from upstairs with the sheets in his hand. "i brought the sheet!" he turned into his ultra form as he neared you and the baby kaiju. "thank you ken, just put it down to the side till i need it."

he placed the sheet down to the side, scooting closer to you. "do you need help washing her?" he quietly asked looking over your shoulder. "mmm not really, but it would be good for you to get involved. do you want to try washing her?" you asked him as you wipes away from of the saliva from her arms.

he nodded, to which you moved away and let him grab the baby kaiju. she got excited seeing him, splashing some of the water with her hands in joy. "awww she likes you a lot kenji." you said smiling. "i guess she does." he said softly, you could hear a soft smile take a place on his lips. he scooped water up with his hands, pouring it over her head gently, making sure to not hit her eyes.

"don't forget to wipe her mouth." he did as you said, wetting his hands as he wiped at her mouth, slightly wincing at the feeling of her saliva. "oh this is so gross." you laughed at his reaction. "suck it up hot stuff. scoot over." you pushed him out of the way as you grabbed the baby kaiju, cleaning her away more with the water.

kenji moved himself out of the way, surprised by the nickname you called him. 'hot stuff?' he stiffened up as his face turned red, flustered at the unexpected boldness. he's never been so grateful for his ultra form not showing off actual expression, feeling better you couldn't see his red face.

he shook his, watching as how you gently handled the baby kaiju. there was an unspoken agreement between the both of you with how she brought some form of light, a gentle touch to the both of your lives.

his thoughts were shaken off by the sound of your voice. "pass me the sheet please, ken. i need to dry her off now." he quickly grabbed the sheet that was next to him, handing it over to you.

you worked quickly as you dried her off, making sure to gently rub her scaly skin so she wouldn't get any rashes of sorts. she cooed at the feeling of your hands rubbing on squishy shape, happy to feel the warmth of a blanket. you smiled at her cuteness.

"there you go. are you nice and warm now?" she wasn't human so you didn't expect an answer but the smile and sounds she made was enough for you to know how she felt. you cradled her next to you, resting her head against your chest as you rocked your body back and forth.

you raised a finger at kenji, urging to come closer. he moved to you silently till your face was near his ear. "ken, ask mina to clean out the tube for her, we don't want her getting dirty anymore. can you do that for me, please?" you voice was soft and quiet, considerate to the baby you held. "of course, i'll be right back." you smiled as he softly scurried to where mina was.

you couldn't hear him but you knew he was following your request. he walked back to you with mina floating next to him. the ai robot worked her magic as the containment unit went down, only to come back clean a couple seconds later.

you were grateful for the help, slowly walking to the unit as you placed her gently down. your hand rubber over her head softly as she gently sat on the floor, your heart melted even more.

"there you go, all better." you zapped back into your human form, to which kenji followed suit of.

"thank you for the help y/n, i dont think i could've dealt with the slobber." kenji said as he walked up to you. you laughed at his words. "well you better get use to it, how are you gonna do it when your raising your future kid, hmmm?" you teased him as you wiggled your eyebrows at him jokingly.

"you know, i never thought about kids or anything like that. just never really came across my mind." he said as you both sat down. you eyes widened at the idea, but knowing how he is a athlete with fame, it's hard to build connections when at times those emotions are lust or even just using them for materialistic items.

"i understand what you mean, you shouldn't shoot the idea fully down though, kids really do bring out the best sides of us when we let them." kenji sat thinking about your words. "i guess so. what about you? what are your thoughts on it?"

a smile consumed your face as you got excited at the question. the idea of a small but happy family always came as a thought for you, it was something that made you excited for in the future. "i have thought about it actually. i always wanted to experience the joy of being a mother and nurturing a mini version of me and my partner, a little concoction of love if you will."

your thoughts wandered off, almost dreaming of the future you hoped you'd get. your thoughts were broken off by kenji. "almost like right now then?" your head focused on his contemplating features. "what do you mean?" you asked confused.

"well think about it, obviously it's not real, but you can say us taking care of the baby kaiju is almost like parents taking care of their kid. we're her parents, you as her mom, and me as her dad." he said staring at you.

your face turned red at his words. 'he doesn't know how that really sounds?' your heart beat faster at the idea he put into your head, making you shake off your thoughts. "yeah- i guess that does make us her parents. a fake but sweet happy family." you said as you played with your fingers.

it was then kenji's turn to become flushed hearing you say 'family'. he knew what you said was basically the same thing he said but for you to say 'family', realization set upon him on what he unintentionally inferred.

"uhuh! yeah! like a family!" he stuttered over his words, trying to play off as cool but miserably failing to anyone with common sense.

a quiet enveloped the room as you both sat nervously next to each other. almost like it was luck, mina came out from around the corner, eventually stopping in front of the both of you.

you were grateful to get out of the nerve wracking but slightly disappointed to have to cut the conversation short. it was heartwarming but you couldn't let yourself feel for a situation that didn't exist.

you sighed quiet as you turned to look at what mina had to say. "hello ken and y/n. i know you're exhausted ken, but you have a game today." ken looked at her confused, his eyebrow arching.

"after last night, there's no way we're gonna play." he responded grumpily, tired from the events with the adorable baby kaiju. mina floated backwards, generating a holographic screen of the news.

the news showed ken's coach talking. "we've determined that despite the battle, the stadium is safe and we will be playing the game." the screen disappeared as ken looked annoyed. "of course! of course we're still gonna play!" he threw his head down aggravated by the outcome.

it was almost ironic to see this happening right after his couch said he he news, almost like he could hear him right after kenji denied the game happening. you couldn't help but snicker at his cruel fate.

kenji turned his head to you, shooting you a playful glare as he pouted at you 'menacingly'. you stuck your tongue out at him, mocking him as he gave you a dramatic gasp in response.

you both smiled and turned to give mina your attentions once again. "what are we going to do about the baby then?" mina asked.

before kenji could sassily respond, you covers his mouth with your hand, pushing him away from mina. "i'll take care of her, so don't worry about having to take care of her  by yourself mina while he plays." kenji smiled in relief, nodding his head.

"well then i'll be going, i have a game to attend right now then." kenji grunted as he rose from his spot on the floor, grabbing his leather player jacket. he played his jacket on wrong, one arm going on the other so putting it in reverse. it was silly to look at.

mina turned towards the baby kaiju, turning around and creating a different holographic scene. "studies suggest this isn't healthy for children." a child's cartoon came out, showing the character made out of clay dancing and singing around. it was catchy to say the least, so you didn't mind it. ken walked backwards to the elevator in the room.

"ah tv the ultimate babysitter, well right before an actual babysitter." he gave you a look of acknowledgment, turning his attention back to mina. "just not this crap all day, okay? i don't want her getting hooked on this stupid song."

the elevator tube closed on him, taking him up towards the main floor. you turned towards the baby kaiju and leaned against her tube, deciding to watch the cartoon with her to pass time. children's cartoon really were addicting in their own way.

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the sound of a tv's speakers boomed throughout the room as your body neared the main floor. opening the doors, you went to go check on kenji since mina informed you that he was back. she wanted you to call him down to watch a small performance the baby kaiju had.

the sound of a speaker caught your ears. "and now it looks like there are being words exchanged between sato and the swallows catcher. oh! oh no." you body went around the corner, finally realizing that he was watching his own game on tv.

you eyes met the giant screen, watching as sato and the catcher from the opposing scene broke into a fight. you redirected your attention to who you believe was kenji in an ice bath.

you heard him whimper as he touched the slight wounds on his face with a can, his breathing shallow from the pain he felt. "kenji." you voice called out for his attention. "are you okay?" your body now stood on the side of his ice bath, kneeling down slightly to be eye to eye level as you placed your hands on the ice bath.

“i’m okay,” he whispered as he watched the tv in front of him, caught up in the events of the game, “just thinking and some things like that.” he was uninterested. you couldn’t help but feel pity for him as his body winced.

“can i see you wounds, ken? id be willing to help you with them.” he was silent, but you knew he had heard you when he slowly shifted his body to you. you eyes trailed his body, trying your hardest to not make you look like a pervert at his frame. you quickly focused on the scraped he had on his upper face and his shoulders.

you face was red as you reached out to touch the texture of the scrape on his shoulder closest to you. the pad of your finger was gentle but he could not help but wince at the feeling of you touching his wound.

you moved your finger away, trying to avoid the blush that came onto your face. ‘focus y/n focus.’ you told yourself internally as your eyes zoned out from how hard you were staring to try not to look anywhere else on him.

the room was dim, but ken could still make out the blossoming pink that appeared on your face. his eyes widened in shocked till they changed into a cocky smirk and half lidded eyes. “do i make you flustered y/n?” ‘oh fuck.’ you thought as you froze.

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[luveline]

is it too late to request a Father’s Day request for kbd steve?🥹

KBD —Steve starts his Father’s Day. mom!reader, 1k

“What does that mean?” 

Steve leans back, baby toothbrush in hand, baby toothpaste dripping down Dove’s chin. “What does what mean?” 

“Father’s Day.” She licks her lip. 

“Dove, don’t eat it.” He rinses her toothbrush and beckons her carefully on her stepping stool to the sink. “Come spit, honey.” 

Dove spits her toothpaste. Steve grins, leaning over her, turning on the faucet and grabbing a handful of warm water to wipe her face. She spits again into his hand, but he’s unphased, wiping her down and turning off the water. 

She turns expectedly for a towel. Steve brings it to her face and dabs her dry gently. “Father’s Day just means a day for dad’s.” 

“Day to do what?” 

“It’s sort of like a birthday. Like, a day for children to show they love their daddy’s.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So if you really love me, Dove, today’s the day to show it.” 

Her lashes kiss her eyebrows as her eyes widen. “Today?” 

“It’s today, yeah.” 

Steve looks down on her, his little baby with her mom’s surprised face and his everything else, give or take. She’s getting so smart, but she’s still so small, Steve can pick her up like a couple of cans of tinned pears. She’s never heavy, just whiny. She looks up at him and he can see a few cogs still turning. 

“Babe,” he says, holding her face softly, “it’s not a big deal. Every day we spend together is a good day, so you don’t have to worry. I love my girl, I love all my girls, and I’m just excited for mom’s big breakfast.” 

“I love you, too,” she says seriously. 

He smooths the temporary wrinkle from between her eyebrows. “I love you more. Are we all done in the bathroom? Do you need to pee before we go have breakfast?” 

She doesn’t need a pee. Dove offers her hand and he takes it, helping her down from the stool, and guiding her out of the bathroom back to the master bedroom. You’re sitting on the made bed with Wren laying down beside you, freshly changed and dressed for what feels like the millionth time. 

“Hey. Did you brush?” you ask him. 

“We both brushed, duh.” Steve leans down behind Dove to frame her shoulders proudly. “Show mom your pearly whites, baby.” 

Dove beams. You pick Wren up and prop her, smiling and quiet, on your knee to see Dove’s teeth. “Woah, look at that, Wren. Look at Dove’s clean teeth, aren’t they perfect?” 

Wren gurgles with a distinct sense of sisterly love. Wren and Dove get along well, all the girls do, but Steve believes there’s been a faction forming between Beth and Avery, so he’s glad for Dove’s fondness as she steps away from him to try and give the baby a hug. Wren doesn’t know enough to hug back yet, but you do. 

“Come on, let’s go have breakfast,” Steve says, sparing a glance behind you for the spoils of Father’s Day. There are some clothes, some candies, and a favourite tray of crafts made through teamwork for Steve to display at his discretion. He couldn’t be any luckier. 

You’re smiling too as you follow him out of the bedroom. You usually are, to be fair to you, you’ve always smiled around Steve because you’re both remarkable idiots in love with one another after everything, because of everything. Steve can’t believe he gets to be in one of those marriages that get stronger each year, and occasionally you return the sentiment aloud, whispering something kind in his ear when you’re both almost sleeping. They don’t have a word for how much I love you, H. 

He catches you for a quick kiss pressed to your cheek as you reach the bottom of the stairs. 

“Oh, thanks,” you mumble, rubbing your cheek against your shoulder in a mock demureness that actually makes his heart skip a beat. If he does it enough times, your faking it will become real. 

He kisses you again. “Beautiful,” he says. 

“Thanks,” you say again, your tone tipping into shyness, just a touch. 

“I’m beautiful,” Dove says. 

She paws at Steve’s leg. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, ushering her forward to make room for everyone to keep walking. “Dove, I think you’re the most beautiful three nearly four year old in the whole wide world.” 

“Am I the most beautiful…” Bethie pauses, standing on a chair at the table, her nightie creased but her hair done and out of her face. “How old am I?” she asks. 

“Six!” Steve says. “You don’t remember how old you are?” 

“I forgot.” She frowns, and then she shakes it off. “Daddy, we’re setting the table.” 

“And you’re doing such a good job!” He turns his head one way and the other, searching their tired kitchen for his eldest girl. “Avery, where’d you go?” he asks. 

She pops up in front of him with a roar. “Got you!” she declares, wrapping her arms around his legs. 

“You think so?” He grabs her under the arms and lifts her. She’s much heavier than the rest of her sisters, but she’s his big girl, so of course she is. Steve isn’t too old as to carry her yet, letting her torso fall forward, her back to his chest as he hangs her upside down. 

She bursts into terrified laughter. “Dad, put me down! You’re dropping me!” 

“How many times do we have to go over this, Ave? I have never dropped you. I will never drop you.” He chuckles nonchalantly. “Looks like I’m the one that got you.” 

“You’re not funny, dad!” 

“I’m very funny.” He manages to get her the right way round again, and puckers his lips for a kiss. She doesn’t kiss him. “Avery, it’s Father’s Day. You can’t be mad at me ‘cos that’s illegal.” 

“You’re illegal.” 

“Just one little kiss?” he asks softly. 

“You have to!” Dove says, attempting to climb onto the chair with Beth, your hand behind her back. “Avery, it’s Father’s Day.” 

“I know, Dove, he just said that!” 

Still, Steve gets his kisses and a good hug, too. He lets his voice go all melty and corny as he rubs his nose into her cheek, “Thanks, my little nugget. You give the best kiss in the world.” 

“I am not a nugget.” 

“Are you sure? How do we check?” 

You put the baby in her padded high chair, convince Dove and Beth that they’ll be happier sitting in their own chairs on their booster pillows, and then slide behind Steve and Avery to push at them. “Come on, I’m making breakfast.” 

“What are we having?” Steve asks, smiling over Avery’s shoulder as she nuzzles her face against his neck. She used to fit in one arm, but he doesn’t mind wrapping both of them around her as he sits down, his long girl tight to his chest. 

“Everything,” you promise. “The whole works for my guy.” 

“Whole works,” he says, kissing the top of Avery’s ear. “Can you believe that?” 

[wolverineluvr]

beloved pet

CW : nsfw, fingering, soft sukuna, pet and master dynamics(kinda), worshipping, blood mentions, fem!reader.

divider credits : @cafekitsune

"Pet."

You hear Sukuna speak as you sit where he left you with your head lowered. You look up just a bit, no more than you've been allowed to. Only seeing the feet of Sukuna, a small smile graces your face, your hands neatly folded in your lap, despite the harsh ache in your knees.

"Yes, lord Sukuna?" You respond in a gentle tone, so much sweeter than the man–curse–you care about so deeply. "Clean me." Sukuna hisses, obviously agitated from a cause you have an aching suspicion you know.

You quietly nod, standing up with your hands still folded in front of you as you walk over to your beloved. The closer you get the more you see of him, and you realize that you were, in fact, correct. Sukuna's kimono is splattered with blood, but your smile doesn't falter as you reach over to disrobe him. The bulking curse doesn't say anything, allowing your soft hands to guide his arms out, leaving his clothing to pool at his feet.

Sukuna says nothing as you walk with him to the hot springs very close by, and he walks into it and sits down as you follow, shedding your clothes as well. You step into the warm water, moving to rinse and wash the blood off of Sukuna as he closes his upper eyes, letting you bathe him as his lower eyes watch you. Your hands wipe away the blood from Sukuna's rough skin, before you grab a cloth from the side and begin to use that as well, to clean more.

You finish cleaning his upper body and pause. "Stand, please?" You quietly ask. Sukuna grumbles and scoffs, but he stands up, the water spilling off his body and making ripples as he does. You move to wash his strong hips and muscular thighs, and the space between them. You've seen Sukuna like this far too many times to feel flustered.

As you finish bathing Sukuna, he sits back down, leaning his head on one of his many hands. You step away, moving to get out of the water. "Wait." Sukuna grunts, and you pause. "What would you like me to do, my lord?" You politely ask, turning around and looking at him. "Just sit." Sukuna scoffs as though he's annoyed, but you move to sit beside him nonetheless. One of Sukuna's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him.

You're practically sitting on his lap now, your right thigh pressing against his left. You only sit there, your lower body being enveloped by the warm water.

After only a few seconds, you hear Sukuna speak up again. "On my lap." Sukuna hisses. You apologize, before you move to sit on Sukuna's thigh. One of his hands come up, and he starts to stroke your hair, rubbing strands between his fingertips. Sometimes you wonder if Sukuna really thinks of you as a pet, though it doesn't matter too much if he does. At least it means you mean something to him.

You feel one of Sukuna's other hands rubbing your side before creeping down to your abdomen, his thumb rubbing your stomach, his hand covers so much of your torso. Your thighs tense a little, you can feel your cunt pulse, causing you to rub your thighs together a little.

"Do you want my fingers to get you off, pet?" Sukuna states bluntly, you can hear the smirk creeping up on his face. "If you would want to indulge in my desires, my king, I wouldn't mind." You respond, your voice quivering just a bit as Sukuna's hand moves lower, his fingers pushing your thighs apart. His strong hand moves closer to your cunt, his thumb pressing softly on your clit as another finger starts to dip inside of you.

His fingers are long, yet thick, and as the first of Sukuna's fingers fills you, pressing on that sweet spot, you let out a soft moan. He begins to move his finger in and out of you, slowly at first but steadily increasing in pace. Soon, he adds a second digit, the stretch feels good, as you lean back a little, onto Sukuna's strong arm. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he continues to use his other fingers to stretch you out. 

You let out shaky breaths and moans, your pussy clenching around his digits. Your abdomen tenses and you start to buck your hips forward, more into Sukuna's fingers. Normally he'd make sure you don't move like that, and he'd be more stern. But he doesn't feel like that today. His hand that was playing with your hair lowers, before lightly pinching one of your nipples and slightly twisting it. 

You let out a moan, a bit louder as your eyes flutter shut. You feel your cunt spasm around Sukuna's fingers, cumming on his digits while his fingers keep moving, riding out your high before you shakily pant. He pulls out his fingers and leans his head on one of his closed hands.

"Th-Thank you..my lord.." You shakily breathe out, causing Sukuna to move one of his hands to pet your head. You feel his hand rubbing your cheek gently, as he leans over a bit. His lips are soft against your forehead, and you still feel them even after he pulls away. Sukuna pulls you a bit closer, leaning back with you more directly in his arms.

notes : this was a request from Wattpad that literally took me months, but I'm starting to write again !!

[spideyhexx]

oct. 1st - on trial

ModernLawStudent!Coriolanus Snow x Reader

mdni! cw; cunnilingus (yeah that's it ) wc; 2.6k

kinktober2024 masterlist

a/n; enjoy the first day of kinktober :) also the title does not make sense cause the plot changed mid-writing but i like the title so nobody speak on it

Coriolanus lets out a big sigh as the hot shower water cascades down his body. 

If he could, he would erase the day from his memory. He woke up late, which means you woke up late, and both of you scrambled to get ready for your respective morning classes. You handled that easier, but Coriolanus was brimming with anxiety over the mere notion he might be late to class. 

He sat through his first one of the day, hoping to dear god his stomach wouldn’t rumble too loudly since he did not have time to have a decent breakfast. All he ate was half a granola bar while walking to class and he learned very quickly it was not enough to satisfy him for even thirty minutes. 

After the class, he treated himself to a breakfast sandwich from the campus’ best cafeteria. One plus of the day. But then his second class had a pop quiz. Which he promptly almost failed. Close enough to failing that he had to ignore your texts about something he can’t remember now. 

He went to the library after to decompress. Coriolanus decompressed, however, by reading yet another book for his psych class which had a midterm coming up. He needed five sources and he was running thin, and the book his professor suggested to him was so long, he wanted to say some choice words in an email, but he held back. 

He was a speedy reader anyway, it wouldn’t be so bad. 

But it is bad. Coriolanus has to reread every other sentence because of the way this apparent academic scholar writes. He usually would pride himself on being able to handle some of the densest texts, but none of this was getting through to him. 

To make matters worse, his grandmother kept him on the phone for an hour. Yes, an hour. She could not figure out her login for something and Coriolanus, being the ever so gracious grandson that he is, spent the time helping her, but by the time he hung up, he wanted to rip his hair out. 

So yeah, the shower was good. Really fucking good. He pays attention to the time though, not wanting to take too long and use up all the hot water before you come home. 

Coriolanus does the basics. He washes his body, rubbing every spot he can as if it will wipe the day clean. Give him a refresh. No shampoo today, since he cleaned his hair yesterday, but he does wet it, smoothing his hands back against his wettened curls so it’s out of his eyes. 

He turns the shower off and grabs the towel hanging on the hook, drying off a bit of his chest, ruffling it in his hair, then he wraps it around his waist, stepping onto the bathmat in front of the sink mirror. 

With a washcloth, Coriolanus wipes the steam from the mirror, then opens the right side drawer of the counter to take out his skincare. 

He almost feels a bit of relaxed excitement in the tips of his fingers that he’s finally at the end of his day. Like all is well and soon you’ll be home, and he can cuddle up with you and listen to you ramble about whatever show you’ve been watching. He never tells you how much he loves that, but he’s sure you know. 

Coriolanus clips the front curls of his hair back so they don’t get in his face, opting for the soft pink ones that you compliment all the time. 

Right as he grabs his cleanser, he hears the front door open and close shut. He smiles at himself in the mirror, rinsing his hands in the sink. 

He can hear a muffled groan from you, then the sound of a cabinet closing a bit louder than it should be. 

Coriolanus already opens his mouth to speak right when there are three incessant knocks on the bathroom door, “Are you-,” he cuts himself off, “Come in.”

The door opens, revealing an exasperated-looking you, rivaling Coriolanus’ freshly showered ease. He raises his brow, “What? What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t get those cookies I asked you to pick up,” you say, and in any other circumstance, he might laugh at the statement, since it sounded so minuscule, but the look on your face told him to keep that in. 

“You asked me to get cookies?”

You roll your eyes, “I texted you like three times if you could pick them up for me.”

Oh. The texts he ignored. He gives a sheepish smile, “Oh, I’m sorry, I just had a bad day and-”

“Yeah, so did I, but you can’t ignore my texts, Coriolanus, even if you couldn’t go to the store or whatever, I would’ve appreciated you responding or something.”

He nods. But his face returns to its blank slate which he could tell annoyed you. “What happened?”

You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face as you lean against the doorway. He can tell you’re trying not to look at his stomach and his cheeks heat up at the thought of that. 

“It’s not worth it, just a shitty day and you always do this. You always ignore my texts when I’m asking for something.”

“I didn’t open the text, I didn’t know,” Coriolanus says, his voice more soft than defensive, but you take it that way. How could you not? You’re already so worked up from your day. You feel bad he also had a not-so-kind day, but you can say full-heartedly that you would text him back regardless if the day was going bad. 

Coriolanus was a good boyfriend, but he was also an awful texter. 

“You should have opened it,” you tell him and he nods, fingers fiddling with the edge of his towel at his hip. You can’t tell if he’s doing it on purpose to entice you or if he’s just nervous. 

“Are you gonna tell me what happened? Besides the waking up late thing.” Coriolanus raises his brow at you, and your eyes dart to the pink clips in his hair. 

“Ran into Festus,” you mutter and it earns a scoff from Coriolanus. That vapid human was the bane of his existence and your ex rolled into one. He couldn’t believe you even dated a guy like that. Coriolanus was sure you were joking when you told him that Festus was an ex. You were not. 

“Vague,” he calls you out for how short your explanation is, and he wants to hear the details so bad. He knows you’ll never go back to him, so the little blip of jealousy in the pit of his stomach is only there for a few seconds before it vanishes. But Festus had to have said something to you for you to deem your entire day as, ‘shitty.’ 

Coriolanus can tell you don’t want to talk about it. So as the silence lingers on in the still-hot bathroom from his shower, he lets out his own sigh. He reaches for your wrist, which you reluctantly let him take. 

“I really wanted those cookies,” you mumble, as he pulls you closer, until your back against the bathroom counter next to him. 

“I’ll go out and get them,” he says, his thumb rubbing circles to your inner wrist, sending a bit of heat into your skin. 

His words make you stiffen a little and you study his face with a furrowed brow, “You hate going out after your showers.”

He replies immediately, “I do,” and his voice comes out more like a whisper. Your hand is brought to his side, and you naturally caress your fingertips to his stomach, feeling the bit of muscle there, just as his head dips down to kiss the side of your neck. 

“Thank you, then,” you whisper back, although you don’t need to. It’s just the two of you in this apartment. In this bathroom. The warmth from his shower starting to get to you. Coriolanus raises his head back and looks over your face. He’s contemplating. You know the look well. 

But you can only watch it for a few seconds because he’s made a decision. Unceremoniously, Coriolanus kneels on the tiled ground in front of you, head tilted up to see your face. His nose twitches and he grabs his discarded pants, putting them under his knees so they don’t get uncomfortable. 

“What’re you doing?” You could take a guess, but with Coriolanus, sometimes your guesses were always more fun than what he had in store. 

His eyes lock to the space between your legs, then back up at you.

Nevermind. What he had in store sounds fun as fuck. 

Coriolanus’ hands touch your knees, then slowly caress their way up to the top of your thighs, “Yes?” 

He is not sure what’s compelled him to do this, seeing as he’s never eaten you out in this way before. Maybe it was your annoyance. Maybe it sparked something in him he did not want to admit to. Maybe it’s the fact you were staring at his mostly naked figure and he wanted you to join him on that front. It’s mostly the annoyance. 

You nod, “Yeah,” and his fingers, shaky yet quickly, undo the button and zipper of your pants. 

He tugs them down, then remembers your shoes. With a curse under his breath, Coriolanus unties your sneakers and takes them off you, tugging your pants off the rest of the way, then trailing his hands back up your legs. 

You rest back against the counter, both hands against the cool stone of it as his breath hits your inner thigh. 

No matter how much it stirs a giddy feeling in him, Coriolanus can’t take his eyes off of your face as he leaves the softest of kisses on your thigh. He’s been between your legs so many times, but every time feels like he’s discovering some new part of you, like there must be an area of your skin he hasn’t touched, that’s begging for his lips to grace it. Your breath is hitching andyour hand rests on his head. 

He nuzzles his head against your other thigh as his teeth graze the skin right at the edge of your underwear.  

The exhale you let out causes tingles to spread throughout his body, “too slow?” 

“No,” you tell him, your fingers lightly threading into his semi-wet hair. Coryo flattens his tongue on the skin of your inner thigh, licking up to the edge of your panties. He skims his tongue along the line until he gets to your hip. A small kiss lands on it, and you let out a breathy chuckle, “Maybe a little too slow.”

He smiles, tracing his tongue back down to the dip of your thigh, and feels you tighten your hand to his hair. 

“Maybe we should-oh.”

You’re cut off by the press of his nose over the cotton of your panties, his tongue flicking out to lick against the cloth as his hands rub to your hips, toying with the waistband. 

“Mhm,” he replies, rubbing his nose against you at a slow, languid pace, the smell of you enticing him, he curses silently at himself for not doing this for you recently. 

“Coryo,” you breathe out, and he mumbles an apology that makes you laugh. 

“What? No, no sorry, this is…oh my god,” your voice trails off as he presses a wet kiss right over where your clit is. 

Not able to keep this going much longer, Coriolanus tugs your underwear down, letting you kick them off, and he gives you no time to say anything. He buries his nose into you, groaning at the wetness you’ve accumulated from all of his previous actions. 

Both of your hands find his hair, messing up the clips that are still there, but not knocking them out. His eyes watch you, hooded and dazed from the taste of you. The way his tongue teases your entrance, dipping in for only a second before moving out, has you whining for him already. 

He moves up to your clit, swirling with the muscle of his tongue and sucking it to his mouth, relishing in the way you pull his hair. 

You let him dig his hands into your thighs, half to hold you up for him and because the strong grip is one you feel only now and then with him. He always expressed not wanting to bruise you like that, but you wanted his tight hold on you. 

“Coryo, shit, shit,” you mutter as he sucks on the sensitive bud more harshly, then licks his tongue back to your entrance, lapping against you like a needy dog looking for water. 

“Mhm mmm,” he mumbles against you, fingers pressing into the back of your thighs like he’s urging you forward. 

But he pulls back a little, lips shiny and red, the ache in his lower region increasing from the whimper you let out at the loss of contact. He splotches kisses on your thigh, “It’s okay…it’s okay, I’m gonna make you come, just give me a moment.” 

You notice how heavy his breath is, almost as if he’s on the verge of finishing himself, but he steels himself quickly. His kisses never stop, caressing every part of your inner thighs, before he trails back to your cunt, lapping eagerly, and smiling when you moan at the contact. 

“I know, that’s what you wanted,” he mumbles, his hands slipping up to your ass and pushing you to his face. 

“Fuck,” you grunt out, unable to stop the jerk of your hips from his touch. Coriolanus’ eyes close at the movement, feeling his nose bump back into you. You give another test, but it’s awkward from this angle. 

Coriolanus can’t think. Your taste, your sounds, the fact he can feel you pulse as he licks you, he’s sent into a complete overdrive. 

He moves one of your legs up and over his shoulder, slotting him more comfortably between your legs and effectively making you gasp out and hold to him tighter. 

“C’mon, do it now,” he encourages, pushing on your backside and helping you grind against his tongue. It snaps something inside of you. To rub yourself down on him and feel how hungry he is to take whatever you give him. 

“God…fuck you for holding back on me,” you say through a moan. He’d laugh if he wasn’t buried in your pussy, desperate to taste the release fast approaching you, wracking through your body and waiting for that last chord to be struck. 

You can’t recall when he’s been this insatiable, but you can’t complain. Maybe you two needed this. 

“I’m so close,” you say, though you don’t need to. Your hips rock against his face, his nose catching and rubbing against your clit just right with every other thrust, and Coriolanus fucks his tongue as deep as he can in you. He tries to keep his eyes open as you let out a shaky moan, but it’s difficult. With your taste and with your hands tightening in his hair so hard it burns his scalp, he has to close his eyes as your orgasm rips through you. 

Your hips stutter and he grips the backs of your thighs tighter, making sure you don’t fall. His tongue licks up everything he can until you feel too sensitive and gently push his head back. The hair clips hang on to his curls for dear life. You can see how hard he is under the white towel, begging for attention.

The whole bottom half of his face is wet. His mouth parted and his lips redder, almost swollen-looking. 

“My knees hurt,” he whispers. And you lightly tap his cheek in a scolding manner, sending him a lazy grin.

[tartagliove]

7:30pm

bakugou katsuki x reader ✧ fluff ✧ 0.6k

These pajamas are extra soft against your skin. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, delighted with rubbing the material between your fingers, as you follow the sound of running water to the kitchen.

Bakugou paints a pretty picture, standing in front of the sink and scrubbing at a dirty pan, muscles flexing under his black tank top. You walk up to him and slip your arms around his waist, leaning your head against the broad expanse of his back. His aggressive scrubbing decreases in intensity and you snuggle more comfortably against him.

“Thank you for dinner, Katsuki,” you say. “It was delicious.”

The food he makes is always delicious. When you returned home from work tonight, the air wrapped you with the comforting warmth and mild spiciness of curry. The bowl Bakugou set before you had been piping hot. The carrots, potatoes, and beef melted in your mouth, settling nicely in your stomach as his food refueled you after a long day.

“It’s nothing.” Your thanks warms him, but he shrugs it off because he doesn’t want you to make it a big deal. As he rinses off the pan, Bakugou asks, “You feeling better now?”

A soft smile grows on your face at his question. “Mhm, eating your food helped. I’m not as tired anymore.”

“Good.” 

You shuffle a few steps to the right as Bakugou moves to wipe the bottom of the pan and put it on the stove to dry. A giggle leaves your lips as you walk back to the sink with him, never letting go all the while. He starts on the dishes and you once again relax against his warmth.

If you were looking at Bakugou’s face, you would have seen the softest, calmest expression appear at the sound of your mirth filling the kitchen.

“Ah, wait!” You move to stand beside Bakugou. “It’s supposed to be my turn to do the dishes tonight. I can’t believe you started them while I went to change.”

He snickers as you pout at him. “You snooze, you lose, slowpoke.”

“You suck.” Sticking your tongue out at him, you try to push him to the side with your hip but he doesn’t budge. “Let me clean the rest of these, at least. You cooked tonight, so you should rest.”

“No. Go back to clinging to me like a damn leech.”

You laugh, but then complain, “A leech? At least choose something cuter, like a monkey. Ooh, or a koala!”

Still, you snuggle into Bakugou’s side as he rinses off the plate. He complains halfheartedly about you being in the way, but doesn’t nudge you off him. When he turns off the water and is about to move to dry the plate, you perk up and grab it from him before drying it off yourself. He frowns.

You smile at him sweetly. “Let me dry the dishes, Katsuki, so we can get them done faster. Then I can go back to being your human backpack for the rest of the night.” The last few words make you laugh.

He stares you down, red eyes piercing, before he gives in with a slight nod and turns back to the sink. With running water and the occasional clinking of cutlery forming the melody of the evening, you work in comfortable silence with Bakugou. Soon, the rest of the dishes are clean and tucked away. You get to spend the rest of the evening leaning into Bakugou’s warmth on the couch, dozing off as you watch a baking show together.

requested by @pikatsum for my camping event. reblogs/comments are much appreciated!

[thecapricunt1616]

capriiiiiii can i pretty please request something with carmy and a gf who is dealing with being stiff / sore and tired. i acc just need him to take care of me. maybe cook me a meal. :(( ily

My loveeeee Hello I'm sorry this has been rotting away I've been dealing with such writers block I hope this doesn't suck aaa! I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much / around tumblr this week i've been busy with other things but I hope to write more soon <3 I finally got my new laptop so i'm going to try and cook some stuff up really soon! Warnings for btc: None really, pure fluff & happy carmy!not edited sorryyyy WC: 1638

You had helped Sugar set up her nursery last night. All the moving of large boxes, and helping build the crib, changing table, and dresser, you were wiped out to say the least. You got home around 4 am, and  When Carmy had left for the restaurant that morning, you were still crumpled on the couch where he’d left you, snuggled in a blanket and softly snoring. When he came home that night and nudged you, you jumped like a sleeping cat 

“I’m awake!” You said quickly with an unintentional snore, rubbing your eyes tiredly. 

“Brought you a sandwich and some fries. Back still hurts?” He asked softly. 

You whimper gently as you stretch out your sore muscles, sitting up once again in the dark living room. “How’s work?” You mumbled with a yawn, taking the takeout container as he plopped next to you and planted a kiss on your head. 

“Doesn’t matter, m’here for you baby, why don’t I get you a bath set up mm?” He flicks on a lamp and you blink a few times as your eyes get adjusted to the light.  

“You’re too good to me, you know that right?” You gave him a peck on the lips. He smiled a bit and rubbed your side 

“I can’t even count the amount of back massages you’ve given me after a long week. I’m just repaying the favor.” He watched as you took a bite and sighed in relief, your stomach growling- likely in thanks as you hadn’t moved from your spot all day long in your blanket nest. 

“This is really good, Bear” you mumble as you chew. He hums happily at your approval, giving you one more kiss to the temple before getting up. 

“Good, I put a piece of princess cake in the fridge for you for after your bath if you want” he said on his way to the bathroom, and you could cry at the bliss that was being taken care of. 

He makes sure to clean out the tub with bathroom spray and rinse it fully, before starting the water at the very hot temperature he knew you liked after plugging the tub. He got one of the little herb sachets with different flowers and herbs and hung it over the faucet so it infused into the water, causing it to be a pretty light pink color.

From the bathroom closet he grabbed your little bath tray and set it up for you, as well as the little bath head pillow that suctioned to the tub for you to rest back on, and got those set up before taking out the waterproof electric candles and setting a few out for you for a comforting ambiance. After he put a good amount of the muscle relaxing herbal epsom salts in the bath for you, as well as plenty of bubbles the way you liked and agitated the water for you, he popped your favorite fluffy towel in the warmer. 

He cut off the water and went into the bedroom, grabbing your fluffy bathrobe and a comfortable pair of panties for you as well as the book you were currently reading from your nightstand and got them all set up on the bathroom counter for you, as well as your hair brush. He opened the bottom drawer where you kept all your sheet face masks, and picked out a bedtime one and set it on the bath tray for you next to your book. 

By the time he came back out to let you know your bath was ready you had already finished eating and were once again slumped on the couch, you figured you had pulled or overworked something in your back because even holding yourself up was proving to be exhausting very fast. “Did you want some wine my love” he crouched down next to where you were snuggled on the couch, brushing your hair from your eyes gently. 

“Yes please” you said softly. He planted a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead before going to the kitchen. He got your favorite wine out of the fridge, popping open the bottle and pouring you a glass. He brought it to the bathroom and put it in the little slot on the tray made for wine glasses, before coming back to collect you. 

“Alright, up” he held his hand out to you and wiggled his fingers for you to take it. You sighed softly knowing moving meant pain, but when you grabbed his hand he lifted you to your feet with little effort, being sure to steady you with his other hand on your hip since you weren’t expecting it. 

“Woah” you giggled, the action having woken you from your tired state and following him to the bathroom. When you saw the state of it, you pulled him into a tight hug, kissing his neck gently. You didn’t want him to see the fact there was tears pooling at your eyes, since he hated when you cried. But the fact that he had a nearly 14 hour day, and came home to you- and still went out of his way, above and beyond to take care of you. To make you feel loved, cared for. You’d never had another partner who was so attentive and went out of their way for you how he did.

“Love you…” you muttered before pulling away with a sniffle. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a gentle kiss 

“Your towel is In the warmer waiting for you baby, I’ll get your pajamas set out for you” he gently tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed his knuckle over your cheekbone before heading back to your bedroom, leaving the door cracked behind him. You noticed after he left that your skincare was all set up for you as well as your favorite body lotion and its matching body mist which just made you smile even more. 

After undressing you sit in the warm bath, sighing in relief as the hot water did wonders for your sore muscles, resting your head back on the comfortable pillow as you sip your wine and hum contently to yourself. For a while you just sat, reading your book and sipping your wine and after about 30 minutes when the water had gone lukewarm, and your glass of wine had been finished - you decided to drain the tub. 

Carmy heard you getting out of the bath, so he went and got your pajamas that he’d been warming in the dryer for you and got your side of the bed all made up after filling your reusable water bottle with iced lemon water.  By the time you had gotten your lotion on and did your skincare as well as brushed your teeth, the house had already been shut down for the evening. He had made sure to clean up the kitchen and living room, as well as shut all of the shades and get your coffee pot set up for the next morning like usual. 

“Hey pretty girl” he takes your hand, kissing it gently “got some warm pajamas for you, house is taken care of you just have to get in bed” he motioned to the bed where your pajamas were nicely folded for you. 

“And you say you aren’t romantic” you mused, causing him to chuckle a bit as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head 

“What can I say, I guess you bring it out of me. Get your pajamas on I’ll rub your feet for you” he said and you hum happily, closing your eyes and planting a kiss on his neck

“Can I be babied like this all the time?” You joked, he huffed a laugh, handing you your pajamas. 

“The days that I’m not too wiped out from work, I can try” he plopped down on his side of the bed with a soft grunt of relief after being on his feet all day. You slipped out of your robe, and his eyes rake over your frame as you unfolded your soft, fluffy nightgown and slipped it over your head. “Mm mm mm” he said jokingly. You giggled as you crawl on the bed, resting your legs over his lap and wiggling your manicured toes teasingly. 

“Get to massaging this isn’t a free peep show” you said and he took your ankle, bringing it to his lips and giving it a chaste kiss

“What- so you can put me to work, and I can’t even eye the goods?” he joked as he put your leg gently back in his lap and grabbing the massage oil that he’d put on the nightstand and warming some in his hands before starting to massage your foot. You hum happily, lips curling into a small smile and your eyes fluttering shut in bliss. 

“Mmmm, keep doin’ that and I’ll let you see whateeever you want” you said happily, your voice nearly a purr from how expertly he was massaging your calves and feet. “Can I turn on Big Brother?” you asked and giggle at the way his face lit up

“You really waited?! Fuck yeah I wanna see whats up put it on” he said and you smiled, shaking your head jokingly as you turned on the TV. He had whined before about not wanting to watch ‘trash reality tv’ all the time, but over the course of the many nights he came home and you were watching it - he had eventually starting asking you to wait for him to watch ‘your show’ together, and you would tease him and tell him how you thought he said it was boring and gossipy, just to get his cheeks to go that cute shade of pink.“Of course I waited, it’s our show now”

[obitos-whore]

Naruto men taking care of their s/o when they're sick

I'm currently dealing with a cold and really shitty stomach problems, probably due to food poisoning. So, I present you this. Apologies if it's not good or your faves aren't in it. Also, shout-out to everyone who's currently sick. We're in this together and we'll get through it.

(Includes: Obito, Gaara, Shisui, Itachi and Kakashi)

Tw: Mention of sickness, throwing up and medicine

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Obito

He was woken up by the sound retching coming from the bathroom

After noticing that you weren't in bed, he immediately went to check on you in the bathroom, calling out your name softly to make his presence known and to not startle you

When another wave of nausea washes over you, he kneels down beside you and gently rubs your back in circular motions

"It's okay, love. It's okay. Let it out, I'm here for you."

Once you're done regurgitating your dinner, he hands you some water to rinse your mouth with

And in case you accidentally made a mess, don't worry, Obito will reassure you with a kiss on the top of your head and a soft "Don't worry, honey, I got this" and clean it up while you brush your teeth

When everything is nice and clean again, he will help you back to your shared bedroom and offer to make you some tea and prepare a hot water bottle for your upset tummy

Since he knows how draining and strenuous throwing up can be, Obito makes sure you're nice and comfy, with a bucket in reach and a box of tissues to wipe your mouth and tears with, before heading to the kitchen to prepare that tea and hot water bottle

Back in bed, he will hold you tight and cuddle you, peppering your head with affectionate kisses and whispering words of encouragement

Gaara

He noticed something was up when he came back home and you weren't there to greet him like you always do

After a quick search, he found you laying in bed, wrapped in two blankets and shivering, teeth practically clattering

His protective instincts kicked in immediately at the sight of you and without wasting any time, Gaara began to tend to you, pushing aside his own fatigue

He checked your temperature, fluffed up your pillows, turned up the heat in the room and brought you an extra blanket. He even gave you one of his sweaters for extra warmth and comfort

"Don't worry my little desert flower, I'm going to take care of you."

Gaara practically raids the medicine cabinet and insists that you take some of everything

Despite his usually stoic and calm demeanor, Gaara tends to turn into a bit of a helicopter parent partner when it comes to you. (And he's not ashamed of it)

He also doesn't care that he might get sick as well by being so close to you. He just wants to be there for you and nurse you back to health like a good spouse should. Plus, he can handle a bit of a runny nose and some coughing

Shisui

It was actually him who got you sick in the first place

He insisted that he could take care of himself and that you should stay away until he was no longer infectious. But you didn't listen and that's how you two ended up being sick together

Feeling guilty, Shisui tries to make it up by tending to you to his best of ability. Which sounds as strenuous and tedious as it actually is, with each of you insisting that the other should rest and let them do all the work

To no one's surprise, neither of you actually gets much done and instead spends the majority of the day sleeping

Your diet for that time consists of mostly medicine and teas and some instant ramen. Maybe some fruits or home cooked meals if someone was so kind to bring you some

Despite both of you feeling like absolute ass, you do appreciate the chance to spend some 'quality' time together. Even if that mostly consists of coughing up a lung and trumpeting like a herd of elephants while blowing your noses

Regardless of which of you is the worst off, Shisui will be the one to go to the pharmacy and the grocery store to get medicine, food and a few other things, such as flowers, a "Get well soon" card, a cute little plushie and your favourite snacks

The poor guy is being eaten alive by guilt and his unwavering love for you is what gives him the strength to actually leave the bed and function somehow. Even if it's for your sake only. So you better appreciate his efforts

Itachi

Itachi had come over to your place, to spend the few days he had off with you

Wanting to surprise you, he used the spare key you gave him to access the apartment and prepare a cute little dinner date a la stay at home. That was, until he heard noises coming from the bathroom

He decided to investigate and that's when he found you, hung over the toilet, hair and clothes a total mess and face almost as white as the toilet you were hugging

His previous plans now forgotten, he dutifully takes it upon himself to care for you, starting with comforting you and carefully getting you back to bed once your stomach has been emptied

Knowing that tea, warmth and bed rest are the best way to soothe an upset stomach, Itachi doesn't shy away from becoming your personal nurse/butler during that time

He will make you homemade ginger tea, cook easily digestible meals for you, prepare as many hot water bottles as you need and want and even take care of the chores around the apartment without you even having to ask him to

And on top of that, he still takes the time to cuddle with you and rub your stomach to alleviate the pain and discomfort you're in

He'd even request to have a few more days off, in case you're not feeling better by the time he has to be back on duty

Kakashi

When you and Kakashi met up for one of your rare dates, the silver haired Jonin immediately noticed your ailing state and advised you to take it easy

He even offered to reschedule your date so that you could take the time to rest. But after you stubbornly insisted that you were fine, he eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly

The next day, he decided to pay you a brief visit and check on you

Of course, he wasn't surprised when he saw your pale face sheepishly peeking out from behind the blanket as you tried to stifle a cough

"So much for "I'm fine", huh?"

Pretends to be smug and smart-assy about being right and takes the opportunity to gently scold you for being stubborn and reckless with your health. Look, he cares a lot about you but doesn't know how to say or show it properly, so he acts like an all-knowing, wannabe doctor to get the message across

Signs himself up for the role of your caretaker, because obviously you suck at doing it yourself and he is the only responsible adult here. Basically the pinnacle of self-care. Lol

Expect to be served healthy, home cooked meals and lots of fresh vegetables and fruits to help boost that immune system of yours and get you back to health

May or may not coax you to take your medication by promising you extra cuddles and affection

[thegnomelord]

for some comfort for hound:

with makarov he would shower in record time under cold water, harshly scrubbing away blood when makarov wanted him clean.

not long after being rescued price notices this, how quickly you wash yourself and, if you let him, when he touches your skin it’s cold to the touch afterwards. so price decides to spoil you like a pampered poodle and not like the fighting dog you are were.

he either draws you a bath or joins you in the shower, making sure the water is warm as price washes you, lathering your body with frothy soap, gently wiping away grime on your body and tracing all your new scars even lighter. eventually he rinses you off and massages shampoo into your hair, fingers scratching across your scalp and your guard begins to drop, body relaxing slightly and when you get out you even let price dry you off. you crawl into bed and price’s heart feels like breaking when he tucks you into his side and you hold onto him like he’ll disappear through your fingers, but he doesn’t plan on going anywhere

HFIEUDHFBKSUDEJ y'all are just putting more and more worms into me brain with these ideas! God I am so stealing this idea, just Hound getting to feel some comfort for once.

Idk where this would be in the timeline, maybe after Hound has gotten away from Makarov for good or at some point during rehab where he's getting better but before Makarov comes to take his dog back

CW: NSFW nonsexual nudity, fluff, me rambling a bit, very rough

With Makarov it was always a question how he wanted you. Sometimes he wanted you to take him as you were, blood drying and cracking along your skin, your clothes uncomfortably sticking to your body from how drenched they are in crimson. Other times he wouldn't let a single drop of it touch him, and you'd be allowed to wash yourself for as long as it took him to fully disrobe, leading to you developing the habit of scrubbing your skin raw under cold water to save time.

You've grown used to it, it's one of the few constants in your life. You bite back a scathing word when Price touches your cold skin, seemingly not pleased with how cold your skin is. "Come here son." His voice is soft, calloused hand even softer as it wraps loosely around your wrist, tugging you along to the bathroom.

You know you have to resist, your should resist— your muscles tense beneath your skin, heart beating loud and fast against your ribs, the violence in your skull starting to gnaw on your brain — but something stops you, wraps around your mind like a heavy blanket and you don't notice how you let him disrobe you, watching him dumbly as he fills the tub with soapy water.

Your shoulders hunch as you sit in the tub. The warm water makes your skin prickle with disgust. Your eyes close when his hands rub gentle circles into your back, lightning rushing down your spine when the sponge makes contact with your skin. But you force yourself to weather this, to endure; god, when was the last time you felt warm water on you?

"What's on your mind lad?" Price's voice rumbles in your ears like the purr of some large cat. "You're pouting."

You grit your teeth, unable to look at him so you watch the soap bubbles in the water pop. "I am not pouting." You growl, your lip twitching to bare your teeth, but a few more swipes of the sponge along your spine makes your lips fall in a frown.

"sure you're not." Price chuckles, meticulous as he gently scrubs across your skin, careful not to aggravate the healing wounds. The tension in your shoulders slowly melts away like the first thaw of spring, small shivers racking down your spine. You don't understand why, but every gentle swipe of the sponge makes the collar sitting snuggly around your throat more and more constructive.

No- it's wrong, you're a bad dog for feelingg this way, you can't feel this way, you're not allowed to-

A low and pitiful sound escapes your throat, and just as quickly your attention is grabbed by gentle hands rubbing soap into your hair. "It's alright son." Price's nails scratch your scalp, evenly coating every strand with soap. "I got you." Your hair's been growing out from the cropped hairstyle Makarov likes on you, it makes you cringe. (Cropped like a working dog's ears get cropped or something idk)

You don't notice when you start to lean into his hands, the soothing scratch of his nails and the gentle hold of his palm cradling the back of your skull lulling you into a state of calm. Your eyes close as he pours water down your hair, careful not to get any soap into your eyes.

"Come on, stand up for me, that's a good boy." He praises as you rise, rivulets of water running down your skin. His gentle hands guide you to bend down so he can reach your head, drying your hair and then the rest of you. Something like acid burns in your muscles, your body screaming at you for letting Price touch you when you belong to Makarov. But your ears feel like they're stuffed full of cotton, the warmth of the water lingering in your brain you don't think when he gives you fresh clothes, just mindlessly putting them on and letting him move you where he wants.

A stagnant breath escapes you when you lay down in the bed, the covers and pillow too soft for a thing like you. Your bones feel like jello, you can't even raise your head as you feel Price settle next to you. You don't know what makes you do it, but you reach out with hesitant hands to wrap around his waist, hesitation making you stall as you expect a punishment for overstepping. But when none comes you shuffle closer and curl around him, burying your head into his side. His scent curls in your nose, softer and muskier than the cologne Makarov uses.

Price watches you as you drift off to sleep with your hands around him like he's a giant teddy bear for you. His eyes keep returning to the collar wrapped around your neck, his fingers ghosting around the buckle on your nape as he runs his hand up and down your back. Dark anger curls in his heart at the sight of it, his blood boils to see you like this. He wants you to be the man he knew, the happy, confident Sargent. And sometimes he can still see bits of the old you peek beneath the cover of anger and violence.

But then one little thing will have you careening back into the dog Makarov turned you into.

God. Price feels useless.

[morehotch]

[11:34 PM]

you’re already in bed with your boyfriend, warmth radiating from spencer's body that's flush next to your own. you face him, gently tracing your hand along his jaw. it never gets old- looking at him, being with him. it manages to feel new everyday yet still comforting and safe.

spencer smiles softly, gaze focused on his hand that runs up and down your waist and thighs, dipping under his worn t shirt you're wearing. you pull his face closer to yours, pressing you lips together sweetly, tasting his minty toothpaste. spencer hums while you instead make a noise of discomfort and pull away, pushing your hand at his chest. “you need to shave. it hurts when you kiss me.”

spencer smiles sheepishly, hand instinctively coming to rub at his chin. he hasn't shaved in a few days, almost a week, much longer than he usually went without shaving. after coming back after a case exhausted and committing to a very lazy weekend in your shared apartment, he was letting his usual ghost of a shadow grow into a prickly stubble that although looked very attractive, felt like sandpaper against your skin.

“well we can’t have that," he mutters, “i’ll do it in the morning after we shower.”

“then,” you huff, rolling over and out of his hold and spencer immediately mourns the loss of your warmth as you stare at him intently. spencer thinks you're absolutely adorable. you pout, leaning into his arm. “you can’t kiss me until the morning.” 

spencer's mouth opens in mock offense and you smile softly, immediately realizing you definitely can't wait until tomorrow before resuming your duely owed kisses. “or i could do it now,” you suggest, noticing the way the corners of spencer's mouth instantly curve into a smile.

“really?”

you grin back excitedly, soothingly running your hand through his hair that's getting longer these day, “of course, that would be really nice.”

it takes a while for you two- both sleepy, to get to the bathroom as spencer lets you lead him hand in hand. he hops up on the counter while you stand between his legs as he watches you with tired eyes, smiling softly and teasing with a raised eyebrow, “you sure you know how to do this, angel?”

“yes,” you emphasize, figuring you've watched spencer do it in the mirror enough times to have some level of skill and confidence. “here, let me-” you continue, carefully gripping his chin, applying the cold shaving cream. spencer quickly pulls back, giggling, “tickles,” he sheepishly explains.

you bite back a grin, failing as you smile unashamedly. "stay still, honey." you concentrate as you finish spreading shaving cream along his skin.

neither of you say much as you begin shaving him; you’re focused on properly shaving him and spencer is mesmerized by your concentration, noting the cute way your tongue slightly pokes out as you carefully bring the razor to his chin.

you take your time, enjoying the peaceful moment spent easily with spencer and the rhythmic motion of shaving him before rinsing the razor in water. once you finish, you grab a towel and gently wipe his face clean.

“thank you,” spencer whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“of course,” you mumble into his chest, thumbing over his tinted red cheek, now flushed from your sudden closeness.

“let’s sleep,” he says, interlocking your hands and languidly tugging you toward your inviting bed.

“wait," you keep him close against you, "we have to test it out.” you remind him as spencer nods in agreement. your lips are so close that it only feels natural to meet them together for a sweet, sleepy kiss.

he wastes no time in slotting his mouth against yours, with the same passion and need spencer has whenever he gets back from a case and hasn't seen you for days; when you can tell just how much he misses you and when he sighs happily against your lips.

“better?” spencer asks when you finally pull away to take a breath. you smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his now smooth and soft skin against yours.

"yes, very, thank you," you smile and spencer looks at you like he's incredibly endeared.

"i think i need to be thanking you, angel." he laughs softly and it’s forever the best feeling, warm, comfortable, and so familiar.

[fatkish]

Hashira boys & Muzan reacting to their s/o asking to pamper them for a day

You had planned a full day of pampering for your man. This day included a full facial, a relaxing bath, a full body massage, a pedicure and manicure for your man. You planned to pamper and care for them the entire day. So you asked them and after some convincing, your man relented and let you do as you please. You started off the day with serving him breakfast. After that you had him sit back and relax as you had him soak his feet in hot water. While he soaked his feet, you started on his face by tying his hair back out of his face. You began to clean his face with a cleanser and gently wiped it clean with a hot towel. After you cleaned it you applied a toner.

After that you applied a moisturizing sheet mask. While you waited for the sheet mask, you began to work on his feet. Using an exfoliator, you removed the calluses and dead skin. You then trimmed and shaped his toenails. To finish up with his feet you massaged a lotion into his feet. Despite his previous reluctance, you could hear him groaning in satisfaction. Once the face mask was done you removed it and applied a moisturizer to his face. You massaged the moisturizer into his skin.

After that you brought him to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for him. Once the water was ready, he got in and you gently began to wash his hair. You raked your finger through his hair, gently massaging his scalp as you applied shampoo. You gently raked and combed it through his hair. You had him lean forward as you rinsed it. After that you applied a conditioning hair mask. While the hair mask sat, you gently began to clip and shape his finger nails. You applied a soft exfoliate to his hands and massaged them. Once his hands were done you rinsed his hair. After drying his hair you brought him to the living room.

You then laid down a soft towel and a pillow and had him remove his clothes and lay face down on the towel. You sat on his butt and applied some moisturizing lotion and began to massage his back and shoulders. You rubbed deep into each knot in his muscles and forced them to release their tension. He moaned while you did this. As you moved along his back you massaged his shoulders, neck and arms. After that you massaged his lower back and legs. He groaned and felt completely relaxed. After the massage, you brought him food and told him to just relax.

Muzan:

Originally he was against the idea since he thought it was too feminine but after much begging he finally agreed. He was surprised to have enjoyed it. His favorite part was the full body massage as well as when you washed his hair. He plans to make you pamper him more often and make it a regular thing.

Tengen:

When you asked to pamper him he immediately said yes. He loves every bit of it. He has to admit that his favorite part was the whole body massage. It did get him pretty excited which he didn’t try to hide. He asked if you would pamper his cock too. Since you pampered him he plans to return the favor by making you see stars

Kyojuro:

He didn’t really know what you meant when you asked to pamper him. You explained it throughly and he said that if it makes you happy then he’ll gladly do it. He questioned everything you did and why you did it. He very much enjoyed having you wash his hair. When you told him some of the products where honey based like the honey sheet mask and the honey enriched conditioning hair mask, he asked if he could eat it. He was eager and curious the whole time and afterwards demanded that you now let him pamper you

Gyomei:

Was stunned when you asked him to let you pamper him. He told you you didn’t have to do it but you insisted that you wanted to pamper him, so he let you. The entire time you pampered him he kept telling you that it wasn’t necessary to which you just smiled and giggled telling him that you just want to spoil him since you love him so much and you want to express how much you love him. He was moved to tears and after a bit of consoling him, you were able to continue. His favorite part was the foot massage and back massage. He plans to pay you back and pamper you

Sanemi:

Boy was like the f-ck? He though it was too girly and straight up refused. He gave in when you started crying. He grumbled and huffed at everything but eventually relaxed. He won’t admit it but he loves having his hair washed and he loved having his hands and feet massaged. He fell asleep during the full body massage. When he woke up he mumbled a thanks. He plans to make it up to you.

[the-palelady]

CAN I PLZ HAVE SOME HUNTER GHOST MAID READER HCS???? IM OBSESSED

anything for you my love! ( •̀ ω •́ )♡

cw ; brief mentions of blood

hunter!ghost is silent as he comes and goes through cainhurst castle, not even speaking to queen annalise, but he’ll stop to speak with you

your focus tends to be drawn to whatever is in front of you whether that be wiping dust from the candelabras, sweeping the floors, or brushing away the patches of snow that build up on the flower boxes outside

ghost likes to catch you off guard, finding your little yelps or squeals endearing

when the two of you first met, you were far too shy to say anything, instead cautiously watching him as he sauntered off with an amused glimmer in his eyes

but now that you are much more familiar with the hunter’s presence, you instead turn to playfully smack his arm, “what if thou possessed a weapon?!”

“lil’ dove like ya would never think twice to carry a weapon.”

ghost is a hunter. of course he’s clever, astute. so he knows how to roam about the palace undetected, and he uses this to his advantage

you could be completely immersed in your daily tasks, unaware that the hunter is lurking within the shadows literally 2 steps to your left or right, maybe right behind you

ghost enjoys watching how concentrated you are when it comes to your work, your brows pinching as you try to rub an extra tough stain out of the curtains or the secret little curses you let slip when you drop the laundry

despite how frail and soft you might look, you are a spitfire

ghost could return late one night from an extra bloody fight, tracking in blood and remnants of pieces of beasts flesh that stick to his coat

and you’re right there at the big double doors, hounding the hulking hunter with a broom in one hand and a feather duster in the other, the two pointed at him as if to intimidate him

he thought it was cute honestly

“milady wouldst be furious if thou sees the hall in such disarray!!!”

you would force him into the guest chambers, grabbing at his hunter’s garb and tearing it from his body piece by piece (making sure to keep the filth off of the rugs of course)

you’d have a warm bath already prepared for him, something you had started doing the first night he had come back to the castle from a hunt

ghost would never admit that it was what he looked forward to the most when returning

the water smelt of lavender, the warmth of it immediately soothing him as soon as he stepped foot into the wash tub

and you were always there, like the dove you were, nimble fingers rubbing out the knots in his shoulders and upper back

sometimes you’d secretly make him silly hats with the bubbles

“wha’s goin’ on back there?”

“n-nothing! nothing!”

he’d relax back while you continue to giggle, your nails dragging delicately along his scalp and working the soap in before rinsing it out

when you were done, you’d stand in an attempt to give him his privacy, knowing the mental and physical toll that being a hunter had to have on him. who wouldn’t want their privacy after such a long night?

but he’d reach out before you could step away, his beast like hands wrapping around the circumference of your wrist and pulling you back to sit on your stool

he’d ask you about your day although he knew you had a routine that was hardly ever broken

however, you indulged him anyway, rambling on about your day despite how miniscule it was compared to what he did

in the mornings, he can’t help but crack a smile at the neatly folded clothes that you’ve left him at the end of his bed

the subtle scent of you lingers along the the fabrics, and after a fight he’ll sometimes catch a whiff of you, the smell calming him more than the oils you use in his baths ever could

you live in this man’s head (i’m talking rent free) 24/7

he seeks you out like a lost puppy when he doesn’t have beasts to hunt, you becoming his sole source of entertainment

you’d huff and puff in annoyance as he follows you up and down the halls, simply just watching you clean

sometimes queen annalise will spot you whacking him on the head with your feather duster (the feather part of course)

it’s just been you and the queen for so long, so you secretly enjoy having ghost here, his presence a breath of fresh air

and he feels the same about you, your smile awakening something in his cold heart

sometimes he’ll steal a quick peck on the lips from you while you’re yelling about him making a mess, and you’ll go silent immediately, a look of shock and exasperation on your face

“cat go’ ya tongue, love?”

[lanadelnegan]

Omg I love your work so much, I check your page everyday to see the stuff u post and I love it!!! Could you maybe write some fluff for a reader that’s feeling a little depressed, and negan just is a real sweetheart to them and just wants to see them be happy? Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Hiiii love, omg that is so kind of you. I'm sorry for being inactive lately and for this taking so long. School and work have been so busy but I'm trying!

The Notebook

Negan x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: Negan plans a romantic movie night for the two of you after you've been feeling down. No smut, just fluff and Negan being sweet and gentle with you.

"Y/n… Negan wants to see you."

You let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling as you tried to ignore Simon, hoping he'd take the hint and leave.

“Y/n?”

“I heard you.”

Simon stood at your doorway, waiting for you to get up but to his surprise, you remained still. Unwilling to move an inch from the bed you’ve been glued to for a week.

“Tell him I’m not in the mood.” You mumbled, flipping over on your side to face the wall.

Moments passed and just as you were starting to drift off, you felt arms slide underneath you, lifting you off the mattress and into the arms of your Savior.

“Negan… what are you..”

“Shhh, baby. Don’t ask questions.” You felt his lips press into the top of your head as he carried you down the hall and to his bedroom.

When you got to the room, he gently set you down and you rubbed your eyes before looking around and seeing candlelight and rose petals spread across the dimly lit room.

“Negan.. What is this?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I - I do, but to be honest.. I’m really not in the mood for..”

“For your favorite movie and some cuddling?” He asked innocently, holding up The Notebook dvd.

For the first time in a week, you managed to smile.

“Let’s get you showered and cleaned up first, yeah? Then we’ll relax and I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Sound like a plan?” He asked, sliding his hand along your cheek before leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

A tear rolled down your cheek when you closed your eyes to kiss him. You tried looking down, but his finger caught your chin, tilting it up to meet his gentle gaze.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to be happy. No more tears tonight, got it? Too fuckin' pretty to cry.” His thumb wiped the tear off your cheek as he gave you another soft peck on the lips.

“Come on..” he said, and you felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that you hadn’t had the energy to shower recently. But Negan made you feel comfortable and unashamed, so you relaxed a little, letting him lead you to the bathroom.

Once he locked the door, he walked closely to you, gently pulling your shirt over your head. His gaze lingered on your exposed chest for a moment too long, but he kept his promise and comments to himself as he focused on guiding your pants and underwear down your legs. Once you were both naked, you stepped into the hot shower and he followed behind you.

You moaned softly as the water fell over you, washing your sadness away. He squeezed some shampoo in his hand before lathering it in your hair and massaging your scalp, tilting your head back under the water.

"I fuckin' love you, doll. You know that right? I'm here any time you wanna talk."

"I don't wanna talk, Negan. Just being here with you is enough."

"Well, my door is always open for you, baby."

Once your hair was rinsed, he pulled you closer, pressing your bodies against each other as he held you tightly. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his hairy chest.

"Total transparency? I am tryin really hard not to get fuckin hard right now."

You giggled, glancing down between the two of you. "You're not doing a very good job."

He chuckled, looking down with you. "Sorry, doll. He has a mind of his own."

He finished rinsing you both off, and helped you step out of the shower. You felt much better now that you were clean and wrapped in a soft towel. You both got dressed, wearing the same thing - one of Negan's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers.

"You look so much better in my clothes than I do. And considering how incredibly sexy I am, that says a lot." He gave you a flirty wink, making you blush and roll your eyes. "Now get your cute ass in my bed while I put our movie on."

"Yes sir." You said happily, falling into his bed and curling up under the covers. After turning off the lights and starting the movie, he climbed into bed with you, immediately pulling you into his arms and snuggling you.

"Aren't you tired of this movie?" You asked him. "I've made you watch it a hundred times."

"And it puts a smile on your face. So I'll watch it a hundred more." He said softly, kissing the top of your head.

You giggled, scrunching your brows. "When did big, bad Negan turn into such a romantic?"

"After watching The Notebook a hundred times I guess."

[amethystwrytes]

Safe. (Part Four)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem. Reader x Lee Minho

Summary: A broke ER Nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. The life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous. 

Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit depictions of sex (some chapters will be more explicit than others sexually). Violence. Blood. Trauma injuries. (Organized) Crime. Emotional manipulation. Discussion of murder and physical assault. Medical inaccuracy galore. Smoking. Past addiction. 18+ Only.

Chapter WC: 5k

Read Parts One, Two and Three Here

- PART FOUR -

Christopher helps you through the unfamiliar door. Immediately Minho and Hyunjin spring up from the sitting area and rush you. 

“Are you alright?”

“What did they say?” 

“I’m fine,” you sigh, “I’ve got a few cracked ribs, that’s the worst of it.” 

“We have your bedroom ready, Felix and the others brought all your things,” Minho rubs your arm. You just nod. 

“Come, I’ll help you upstairs,” Hyunjin wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you like an injured puppy. 

The new bedroom is cozy, inviting. If you had walked into the house for a tour you’d know two things for sure: One, you’d never afford this in a thousand years, and two, it really is beautiful. Anyones dreamhouse. You look out onto the backyard from the window and see there’s even a pool, it’s covered and closed in preparation for the coming cooler months, but it’s there. You love to swim, and you picture yourself lounging in the chaises like a cat in the sun, then cooling off in clear blue water. Then you remember that you probably wouldn’t make it till Spring, and even if you did you’d probably have to change houses before the warm weather comes. 

“What will happen to the other house?” you wonder out loud, wonder what fate will become of the house you got so used to, “Burn it to the ground?” you joke dryly, unsmiling. 

“No,” Hyunjin answers softly, “We’ll repair the windows and clean it up, then stick a for sale sign in the front yard.”

“Good, it’s a good house. It deserves a family that lives inside, happy, with pets or kids or something,” you say sadly. 

“___,” he says your name with despair, and you turn to look at him, he looks like a man with a thousand things to say, and you briefly remember him catching you with Minho earlier, at the Casino. You can’t find it within you to care about that right now though. Finally, he lets out a resigned breath and shakes his head, “Let’s run a bath for you.”

He disappears into the adjoining bathroom and you hear the water start to run. Shimmying out of your clothes leaves you feeling sore and feeble. You find a bathrobe amongst your things and shrug it on. 

You say nothing as you stand in front of the bath, Hyunjin beside you, stoic and unmoving. You don’t care anymore, so you remove the robe and step into the hot water, carefully submerging yourself. Hyunjin appears at the side of the tub, kneels down and dips a cloth into the water then rings it out over your skin. You stare at the faucet, studying each drop that drips from the opening making ripples on the water as Hyunjin washes you. He carefully wipes the blood away, then gently turns your face toward him so he can clean the dried blood around your lips. 

Suddenly the door opens and Minho steps inside, you can see him falter in his stride, briefly pausing to examine the scene before him. Hyunjin only turns his head slightly, not even enough to look at Minho, then goes back to washing and rinsing. 

“Do you have everything you need darling?” Minho asks, you guess he’s decided not to ask about why Hyunjin is washing your naked body. Given the circumstances he might not care, or maybe he does and you’ll both pay for this at a later date. 

“Yes,” is all you say. 

Minho comes and sits on the edge of the tub, he looks between you and Hyunjin for a few seconds, “I’m sorry that this happened, I’m just…so, so sorry.” 

“It’s done,” you say, leaning back against the tub wall. 

“It’s far from done,” Minho says darkly, “In fact I’m about to head out to make this right. I will make this right.” 

You don’t say anything. Minho shoots one last quizzical look at Hyunjin before standing up and heading towards the door. 

“I’m staying here, with her,” Hyunjin pipes up. Minho stops and looks down at Hyunjin. He looks like he’s about to say something, a look of irritation darkens his eyes for only a few seconds before he inhales sharply, then exhales. 

“Very well,” he stuffs his hand in his pocket and marches out without another word. 

Hyunjin continues bathing you in silence, but when the silence becomes too loud you reach in front of you and pull the drain stopper, then drag yourself up. He hands you a towel and you dry off then slide back into the same bathrobe. You quietly walk back into the bedroom, turn the covers down and get in. 

Hyunjin follows and watches you for several moments before he removes his shirt and dress pants, he slides into bed next to you. You look at him briefly, eyes brimming with new tears, and he pulls you in close to him, engulfing you in the safety of his body. 

“I’ve got you, I’m not going anywhere until you order me away,” he whispers. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“Why on Earth would you be sorry?” he half laughs, gently smoothing your hair down. 

“At the Casino earlier, when you walked in…”

“I don’t care,” he takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly, “I don’t care if you’re with him, if you want him. I should care, but I don’t. I was angry at first, jealous, but then the call came in that something had happened to you and I,” his voice cracks and he rights himself, “and I realized that I don’t care what you are to him, what you do with him - I care about you. Deeply. It’s borderline pathetic,” he chokes on a laugh, “but I care about you so much ___. When we walked in and you were laying there and I thought you were dead, something inside me broke.” 

“Why do you like me so much?” you sniff, “I’m trying to understand, but I just don’t get it. I’ve done nothing to deserve any kind of affection from you.” 

He chuckles a bit, “I don’t know. At first it was pretty basic - I just thought you were hot,” he nudges you playfully and you smile a bit, “Then weeks passed, I kept bringing in my friends beat to hell and back and no matter what we told you, you treated us well, you didn’t look at us like we were monsters, that pulled some kind of heartstring of mine.” 

“So just because I’m nice to you?” you ask, “What kind of people are you meeting anyway?” 

He laughs, “None that are nice, I’ll tell you that. I don’t know, when we kissed the other night, I thought, this is it, if I kiss her and it’s nothing more than a hot little makeout session then I’ll know I just have a crush, that I’m attracted to the pretty nurse who takes care of us and has kindness in her heart, that’s not a huge reach after all. Then we kissed, and all I could think about was running off with you so I could kiss you anytime I want, I’ve been daydreaming about this pretend life where you work in some hospital somewhere and I have a normal fucking career that doesn’t end with me dead or in prison. Now the only way I can fall asleep at night is imagining that.” 

You nestle your head deeper into his shoulder, “How the Hell did you get here Hyunjin? How did someone as sweet and good get here?” 

“Remember when you were patching me up, and I wouldn’t take the pills because I used to have a problem?” 

“I do, yeah.” 

“It was a little more than just a problem, I was strung out of my mind most days, and the days I wasn’t I was strung out in withdrawal, desperately looking for someone who had anything I could take. I had no money, I had no friends - unless you count my plugs - I lost my apartment, all my stuff. I would pretend to be passed out on drug dealers couches just to have somewhere to sleep, but I was living on the streets, doing anything anyone wanted so I could buy pills.” 

“Jesus,” you say softly, squeezing him a little tighter. 

“One night Changbin came across me, he mistook me for someone Minho was looking for and tried to drag me into the car, but all I could think about was the pills I’d stashed and how I wouldn’t get them now and I just lost it on him. We beat the shit out of each other. I think he realized I wasn’t the guy, but he tossed me in the car anyway and brought me to Lee. Told him I was a hell of a fighter, but a junkie. Lee basically put me in solitary confinement, for weeks, months really. I went through Hell, in different stages of detox, altered states of consciousness. I dropped so much weight I looked like I was dying…but I got through it. Minho saved me; he gave me a job, an apartment, I owe him and Bin everything,” he explains. 

“Hyunjin,” you prop yourself up above him so you can really look, “I’m not saying that what Minho did wasn’t good for you, it was, but the second you got better, the second he let you out of whatever hole you were detoxing in, you could’ve gone straight back. That choice was yours. All you. The other night when I offered you pain meds you could’ve taken them, I mean anytime you walked into that house you could’ve gone straight to my medicine closet, you chose not to, over and over you chose.” 

You cup his face with the palm of your hand, “I’m glad you found people who pushed you, but don’t let yourself think that every single day it isn’t you who’s choosing to stay sober, you owe yourself just as much admiration and gratitude.” 

“See right there,” he puts his hand over yours and lays you back down gently on the pillows, “That’s what I love about you, that’s why your face is the only thing I can think about at night.” 

His lips brush against yours softly, and you hold his chin with your fingertips while your mouths move together. He pulls away and rubs his nose against yours, eyes screwed shut. 

“You need to rest,” he whispers, “You’ve been through Hell tonight, go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

“Promise?” 

“I promise.” 

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For two days all you do is sleep, and everytime you do, you dream about the three men who broke into the house and nearly beat you to death. Sometimes they still wear their masks, other times their faces are just Kim Taehyung, his menacing voice saying “I’ll be seeing you” over and over. Then, a few times, their faces are Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin or one of the other men you’ve come to know and care about. Each time you wake up, totally sure that you’ve been thrashing and screaming, but according to Hyunjin you’re as still as the dead when you’re out. 

You’re on the couch asleep one evening when you hear the door open, your eyes immediately go wide, but you remain still on the couch, heart pounding despite knowing Hyunjin sits only a few feet away. 

“How is she?” Minhos voice is quiet, a whisper, and you realize he thinks you’re asleep, so you close your eyes and pretend. You don’t want to talk to him, you aren’t ready to tell him about your plan to leave when you can move without pain. 

“She’s been sleeping a lot, like, a lot but I make her eat and drink when she’s awake,” Hyunjin answers. “I’m scared she’s going to carry this with her forever.” 

Me too, you can’t help but think. 

“She’s strong,” Minho says, “I don’t think she knows it, but I can see it in her.” 

It goes quiet for a moment, but then Minho clears his throat, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.” 

Your heart starts pounding again. This is it, you think. He’s going to confront Hyunjin about the nature of your - relationship? Not that you could call it one. You couldn’t even call what you have with Minho a relationship. 

“I have feelings for her, yes,” Hyunjin answers without giving him the opportunity to ask the question. Your very breath catches in your throat and you wait for the blow, unsure whether it will be verbal or physical. You wait for what feels like an eternity. 

“I see,” is all Minho says. “And does she have feelings for you?” 

“I don’t know,” Hyunjin answers, “I think she has feelings for you though.” 

“I can’t imagine why,” Minho chuckles to himself. “I’m not a good man. I’m a monster.”

You silently wonder if Hyunjins face is as shocked as you feel, Minho opening up about anything seems like such an impossibility, yet you heard him clearly. 

“I used to be in control of it though, sort of, it was this weird self-awareness switch I could flip on and off when I needed to. I always had the ability to be ruthless, heartless, unfeeling - but I could be different when the day was done. Then, when Seola was killed,” he sighs and takes a second or two, “when I lost her, I also lost the ability to turn that switch on and off. Suddenly I didn’t care. I didn’t care what happened to me, what happened to you guys, what happened to our enemies. I just wanted everyone as miserable as me, to suffer like me. The more time that passed the less ability I had to control that switch, and I didn’t give a fuck.”

“Do you give a fuck now?” Hyunjin asks, and you can feel them staring at you. 

“The night I met __ was the first time in three years that I felt anything. This woman who found me bleeding in the hospital parking lot, who should’ve gone back in and told security but instead she laid her job on the line to save me. It was the first time in years that I thought, I genuinely hope nothing bad ever happens to this person,” he laughs dryly, “and then look at what I did to her. I snatched her away from a perfectly respectable career, I’ve threatened her, made her scared of me, and now I’ve nearly gotten her beaten to death.” 

“Do you love her?” Hyunjin asks him, and you stop breathing altogether. 

“I don’t want to love her,” Minho answers, “The more time I spend with her, the harder I fight to not love her. This all started because I think she and I both desperately needed some company, and now I’m ready to spill the blood of every person I come across because of what happened to her.” 

“So what do we do?” Hyunjin asks. 

“About what?” 

“What do we do about how we feel for her?” Hyunjin clarifies. 

Minho is quiet for a bit, then lets out a breath, “We let her decide I suppose. In the meantime, I plan on working on that blood-spilling thing. When she wakes up, call me.” 

“Okay,” Hyunjin answers. 

“You’re the best I’ve got Hyunjin,” you hear Minho pause at the door, “and I don’t want to lose either of you over this, but I don’t know how I feel about sharing, it’s not in my nature.” 

“Me either, sir,” Hyunjin says resolutely. 

Minho chuckles, “Good to know.” Then he’s gone. 

You listen as Hyunjin retreats to the kitchen area, then you hear the sound of the sliding glass door that leads out to the back patio and you’re alone. 

You sit up and stretch a little, replaying their conversation over and over in your mind. You feel bad that Hyunjin isn’t aware you have feelings for him, and you feel bad because maybe Minho deserves more than the way you’ve hated him recently. 

We let her decide…

You audibly scoff at this. Decide? As if you’re choosing who to go to prom with. As if you’re in a little love triangle from a romantic comedy and by the end everything will be right as rain, with no one hurt or upset. Please. 

The truth is you have feelings for both of these men, Minho your dark, dangerous unpredictable disaster; Hyunjin your kind, caring artist who is so misplaced in this world of crime that it would be funny if it weren’t so deadly. 

The other truth is that it doesn’t matter. You won’t be around long enough to need to decide anything. Even if you allow yourself to think about staying, you don’t like the idea of choosing. As selfish as it makes you feel, you would choose them both, every time. You try to ignore the way it makes your heart ache to think about leaving them behind. 

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“Hello gorgeous.” 

You look up from your reading chair and see Chris stepping into your bedroom, yellow roses and daisies in a bouquet under his arm. 

“Christopher?” 

“Just thought I’d come by to say Hello, and to see how you were feeling, and you know, to see how your getaway plan is going?” 

“Where’s Hyunjin,” you look over him, as if Hyunjin is right behind. 

“He went to meet Lee for something, I’m supposed to get you dressed and take you to meet them,” he says. 

You raise an eyebrow, “Just here to say Hello and check on me, huh?” 

“Hey, nobody made me stop and get these flowers, I care, okay?” he defends himself and you laugh. 

“Why do I have to go meet them?” you wonder, deciding to avoid getaway plans or explanations. At this point you feel well enough to pack, well enough to drive, yet you’re sitting here reading the same romance novel you read to Hyunjin that night a few weeks ago. 

Chris shoots you a look, “I’m a chauffeur at best, you think I know anything?” 

“You’re not just a chauffeur, you also have a knack for picking out dresses,” you tease.  

“Ah, smooth transition into our options for this afternoon,” he walks over to your closet and starts selecting things - he emerges with a pair of jeans tossed over his shoulder, “I’m just delivering you to the Casino office, so no evening wear this time,” he teases. 

“Thank God.” 

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Walking into the Casino at nine in the morning is very different than walking in at nine at night. Totally different crowd, brighter lights. You pause at the Blackjack table and stare down at it, run your fingers over the black velvet lining. 

I’ll be seeing you. 

Kim Taehyungs voice echoes, menacing in your brain, and suddenly your stomach is in knots. 

“Are you joining?” the dealer calls to you. 

You look at her and shake your head back and forth, walking away towards Christopher who is waiting for you. 

Christopher leads you back into the area behind the Casino walls, where the very air is different. Darker. Something doesn’t feel right, but you pass it off as being behind the scenes, seeing the things that the general public isn’t supposed to see. When you reach a service elevator he stops, and presses a button, the doors immediately opening. 

“This is as far as I go,” he says cautiously. 

“Why?” you look at him. 

He shrugs, “I do what I’m told.” 

You look at the elevator and then back at him, the worry in your eyes must be visible. 

“Press B when you get in, and keep your chin up, I know what goes on down there and the tougher you look the safer you’ll be,” he says. 

“If that’s supposed to be encouraging then I’m sorry but you suck at it,” you force a laugh, but really you’re just procrastinating. 

He chuckles, “I happen to know that both Minho and Hyunjin are down there, so I doubt highly anything bad is going to happen to you, but it never hurts to look like you can beat the shit out of anyone who looks at you wrong.” 

“Right,” you sigh and step into the elevator. 

When it opens Hyunjin is standing there waiting, you immediately relax. 

“How are you?” he asks. 

“Fine,” you feel so awkward around him now. He nor Minho are aware you overheard their conversation from yesterday. 

He leans in and kisses you softly and there goes the awkwardness. Your body is still sore, and likely will be for weeks, but you lift your arms despite the pain and wrap them around his neck, holding yourself close to him, letting his warmth engulf you. 

He pulls away, his eyes holding something back. He looks as though he’s about to tell you he ran over your cat, if you had one that is. 

“What?” 

“Remember the night I told you that you were the good in all this?”

“Yes…” 

“Well I’m about to drag you into the bad,” he says apologetically. 

“What are you talk-,” 

“Darling,” Minhos voice descends upon you and you watch as he smiles, his hand extending out towards you, his demeanor the complete opposite of Hyunjin, “Come.” 

You look at Hyunjin quizzically once more then take Minhos hand in yours. The confusion you feel, not just at trying to guess what the Hell is about to happen, but also at the way you seem to be just as relieved to see Minho as you do Hyunjin has your head spinning. You should’ve taken something for the inevitable headache that’s coming on fast. 

“How do you feel today?” he asks. 

“Sore,” you answer honestly, “but it’s getting a little better each day. I’m okay.” 

“Good, I’ve been so worried about you, but I’ve tried to keep my distance, give you space,” he leans in and kisses your temple. The pressure of the kiss temporarily relieves the ache in your head and you lean into it, into him. 

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers and you wonder how he’s so good at it. So good at the sweet, the soft, the delicate when you know what he’s capable of. 

“What am I doing here?” you look up at him. 

“I need you to see something,” he smiles and opens a heavy door. 

You follow him into a large room and at first you don’t see him, your eyes adjusting to the darker area, trying to identify all the odds and ends you see. Then it hits you, that the giant glass window separating this room from another is actually a reciprocal mirror, and on the other side in the middle of an empty room sits a man, tied to a chair. Bloodied and beaten. Your mouth goes dry. 

Hyunjin saunters into the room behind you and closes the door. 

You look between the beaten man, Minho and Hyunjin, “What have you done? Who is that person?” 

“Nothing, yet,” Minho answers. “This is one of the men who attacked you. I wanted you to know I made good on my word, partially, until I get my hands on the others.” 

You whip your throbbing head back towards the man, your heart rate sky rockets. 

“What are you going to do?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper. 

Minho seems to hyperfocus on the glass instead of looking at you, “I need information. So I’m going to ask questions.” 

“And after that?” 

Minho doesn’t answer so you twist around, painfully, and stare at Hyunjin who only stares at his fists. 

“Are you going to kill him?” you ask carefully. 

At this Minho looks at you, “Do you want me to?” 

You can feel Hyunjins head snap up to look between the two of you. 

“What?” you furrow your brows. 

“I said, do you want me to kill him?” 

You turn away from Minho and shut your eyes tight. In addition to the headache that now throbs, your stomach also feels nauseous. 

The image of the three men who busted through your window that night has haunted you ever since it happened. What kind of person would beat a stranger who did nothing just because someone told him to? 

Hyunjin. Seungmin. Jisung. Felix. Jeongin. Changbin. 

They’ve all beaten people they didn’t know, killed people they didn’t know - just because Lee Minho told them to. 

You look at the man strapped to the chair, his face is swollen and bruised, but unmasked; your eyes flood with tears. Suddenly you realize the weight of it all. All this time you’ve had this mindset that you were helping the good guys, that Minho’s ‘team’ was the team to be on. You only ever see them as victims, after the dirty work, they come to you bleeding, cut open, shot - they come to you as patients. There are no good guys, and now you’re one of them. You’re a part of this. 

Like a ton of bricks hitting you all at once, you realize that running away won’t do any good. If you run then eventually you’ll get caught. Maybe by Taehyung, who would torture you and deliver the parts to Minho to break him. Maybe by the police, the few left who are actually still fighting crime that is; and they’ll put you in prison for being an accessory to God only knows what kind of criminal acts, for aiding and abetting these men in their endeavors, for practicing and distributing medicine illegally, for any number of reasons. Whether you like it or not, whether you want it or not, the safest place for you to be is right here standing between Hyunjin and Minho. 

“Love? Why are you crying?” 

You sniff and wipe your tears off your cheeks. You’re crying because you’ve solidified this life for yourself. Maybe as early as the night you helped Minho in the parking lot at work, or maybe it was sometime later, some undefined moment when you fell in love with the two men standing near you. Either way, there is nowhere to go. 

“It doesn’t matter,” you say. 

“It matters to me,” he says, “is this too much? I shouldn’t have brought you here.”  

You shake your head, “No. What I mean is that it doesn’t matter if I want you to kill him or not,” you look Minho in the eyes, then do the same with Hyunjin, “You two are going to kill him anyway.” 

You see the way Hyunjin looks at Minho and know that he just confirmed your assumption. 

Minho lets out a long breath and nods, “Yes. It would have made me feel better if you wanted him dead though.” 

You look into the room again, taking in the image of this man who beat you senseless. You wonder if it was the man who punched your face, or the man who held you down, or the man who kicked your ribs so hard they cracked. You clench your jaw tightly. 

“I never said I didn’t.” 

Minhos head whips towards you and though his lips don’t form an actual smile, a dangerously pleasant expression creeps across his face. 

“Good then. Hyunjin, why don’t you take our girl back to Christopher, we can finish this when you come back down,” he instructs. 

Our girl. 

“I want to see it.”

Hyunjin makes an odd sounding noise in his throat, “___, no…”

Minho looks perplexed but he holds his hand up to quiet Hyunjin. 

“It won’t be pretty love,” he cautions you. 

“I’m an ER nurse Minho, don’t you think I know that?” 

“If you stay and witness this, you won’t be able to leave us, you’ll be part of this,” he goes on and you look at him. 

“Christopher told you I was running?” you guess. 

“He told me that you weren’t sure you wanted to stay with us, and I didn’t blame you after what I said to you, and then what happened to you, but if you stay and watch this, you’re just as responsible as I will be. At least legally,” Minho explains. 

You make a mental note to start keeping secrets, like Hyunjin does, you have no confidantes here. You’re not even angry with Chris. A part of you knew he’d run and tell Minho, maybe that’s why you said it. 

“I understand.” 

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Hyunjin pipes, “You’re the good part of all this…don’t become…” he trails off, you assume he meant don’t become like us. 

You look up at Minho who shrugs, “It’s up to you darling, but I’ll admit it’s an unusual request.” 

Maybe they’re right. Maybe you don’t need to see this. If you’re going to be all in then there are other ways to do so. The thought of Hyunjin thinking less of you is enough to stop your sudden need to see the man who nearly killed you murdered. 

“Fine. Then I’ll see myself out,” you stop at the door, “but I think I’d like to see you later, both of you, I think we have things to discuss.” 

“We’ll bring you dinner then,” Minho kisses your lips. He shouldn’t look as proud as he looks, and it shouldn’t make you feel as good as it does. 

Hyunjin hesitates, but eventually he walks to you and pulls you into a hug. He doesn’t kiss your lips, but he plants a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

There’s a charge to the room now, something heavy that sits between the three of you. A mix between excitement and dread. 

“Don’t bring anything,” you say softly, “I’ll cook. I’ll have Christopher drive me to the market.” 

“He goes in with you,” Minho orders. 

“Of course,” you nod. “See you soon, make sure you both clean up for dinner.” 

Endnotes:

Do not hurt me for leaving it here, with zero spice - trust the process and know that I have plans to make it up to you all. This was one of the areas of the story that I initially mentioned not being sure on how to break up into a chapter.  So if it feels like a sudden start or stop that’s probably why and I’m terrible at transitions…and pacing…and ya know, lots of stuff 😂

Taglist(s): OKAY. So this week I learned that you can only tag FOIVE people in a post (wtf Tumblr?). So, with that newfound knowledge I suppose I’m going to have to reblog with taglists multiple times in order to include everyone who wants to be tagged, and that should finally take care of my “hey I can’t tag you problem” S/O to @moni-logues who brought this to my attention (and who also helped me talk myself through some decisions for this fic bc she is amazing and a wonderful listener and friend), and subsequently gets spot 1 of 5 in this round of tags haha.

Taglist 1: @katieraven @linocz @screamobubbles @hpnsfwaddict

[tlou-reid]

could you do an aaron hotchner x bau wife where she’s up all night throwing up and he just takes care of her

tw vomit and vomiting!!

do your daily clicks

"hun," aaron coos as he walks into the bathroom. his voice was groggy and deep, reflecting the fact that he'd just woken up. you were doing your best to be quiet, not wanting to wake him. you knew he spent a lot of time not being able to sleep, whether it be from working or the nightmares the job caused, so you tried to let him rest as much as possible when he was home. but, the nausea in your stomach that had lingered all day finally spilt over, sending you rushing to the bathroom a little after one in the morning.

"i'm sorry," is all you can mumble out from your position with your head practically in the toilet. aaron doesn't reply, choosing to slowly sit next to you, bringing one hand to hold your hair out of your face and the other to soothingly rub down your back instead. you're happy to have his presence, not liking being alone while you're vomiting.

you two sit like that for a few minutes. you can't really tell how long it takes for your stomach to settle, but you refuse to move your head away from the toilet, just in case.

"any better?" aaron asks, rising from his spot on the bathroom floor. "a little," you mumble. you were being honest, getting some of it out helped settle the nausea, but your body ached and your throat burned. "i'm sorry," aaron echoes your sentiment from earlier as he hands you a clean wash rag. you wipe off your face as he lays another across the back of your neck. the chill makes you jump at first, but you quickly enjoy the feeling.

"want to brush your teeth?" he questions, helping you stand. you nod in response and he moves to grab your toothbrush. he sets it up for you, with a small bead of toothpaste and runs extra water over it. once he hands it to you, he brings his hand to rest comfortingly on your shoulder.

"did you eat something bad?" he questions after you hand him the toothbrush back and go to rinse your mouth. you shrug, "my stomach was messed up all day, it might've been the jet." aaron nodded in understanding. no one on the team was especially prone to airsickness, but after gruesome cases, being sick from the movement was possible.

"well, lets go get some crackers," aaron instructs, reaching out for your hand. you don't have the energy to argue, to tell him no, i just want to go to bed, so you take it, and let him lead you to the kitchen.

he led you to a stool in the kitchen, helping you get on it and relax against the counter in front of you. once you were settled, aaron turned on the light over the stove and reached in the cabinet for the box of saltines you kept for when jack was sick. you were grateful he didn't turn on the big overhead light.

"we don't have any ginger ale," he informed, reaching for a bottle of water instead. he knew if it was cold, it would upset your stomach more. once the crackers and bottle were sat in front of you, aaron said, "eat slow, so it doesn't upset you more."

you nodded in reply, slowly bringing a cracker to your lips. you ate three or four, before sliding them across the counter, signaling to aaron that you were done. "did they help any?" aaron asked as he cleaned up.

"yeah, but i want to try and sleep." aaron nodded at your words, moving to help you off the stool and get you into bed. despite being unsure if there was vomit in your hair, he let you cuddle up to his side, making yourself comfortable.

"feel any better?" you nodded in reply, closing your eyes. aaron gently rubbed his hand along your side until you fell asleep.