#wc/ 615

[kiss4tell]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓, john price.

summary: john was proud to show off his younger wife at the military ball—until he caught too many wandering eyes on what belonged to him. cw: jealous/possessive sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, clothed sex, explicit language, established relationship. wc: 615 note: gonna start revamping my profile and making a better masterlist soon :3

John should’ve known better than to bring you here looking like that—his pretty little wife, younger, softer than the stiff-ass officers and their cold wives. You were stunning, wrapped up all sweet in that dress he picked out for you, hair done just the way he liked, lipstick making your pout look all the more kissable.

His girl. His fucking wife. And they had the nerve to look at you like you were something they could have.

It was supposed to be a nice night. Dinner, drinks, a few conversations with old colleagues. But all he could focus on were the hungry stares, the way those bastards eyed you from across the ballroom, the way one of them even had the fucking nerve to touch your arm when he walked by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong—just standing at his side, smiling, being your sweet, polite self. But it didn’t matter. He needed to remind you, remind them, who you belonged to.

That’s how you ended up here, in the damn parking lot, shoved into the backseat of his car, your cheek pressed against the cool leather as he fucked you hard enough to shake the whole vehicle.

“Wanted to fuckin’ show you off,” he growled, voice a low rasp, his uniform still perfectly in place, save for his belt hanging loose and his cock buried deep inside you. “And you—” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you steady as he drove into you again. Deeper. “You just had to be a fuckin’ doll, didn’t you? Smilin’ at ‘em, lookin’ so goddamn sweet—”

“J-John—” Your voice was a breathy gasp, your fingers dragging against the fogged-up window as he yanked you back onto his cock, his thick length sliding against the mess he’d already made of you.

“What?” he snapped, yanking your dress higher up your back, watching the way your ass jiggled with every deep, punishing thrust. Fuck, he loved that. “Somethin’ you need, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, arching back against him, hips rolling, meeting each stroke like you needed it just as much as he did.

“That’s right,” he murmured, one hand leaving your hip to press firm against your lower belly, right there, where he could feel the way he stretched you. “This cock’s yours. No one else. And this—” His palm slid lower, fingers dipping between your thighs, rubbing messy, desperate circles against your swollen clit. “This mine, yeah?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, rough and possessive, as he watched your legs tremble, your body squeezing down around him.

“Then come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with something dangerous, something devoted. “Show me.”

You shattered around him with a cry, your entire body clenching, spasming as he fucked you through it, your thighs sticky with the mess of it.

“Christ,” he groaned, hips stuttering, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep, spilling into you with a low, wrecked moan.

The only sounds left were the ragged breaths filling the small space, the occasional creak of leather as he slumped over you, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then, a slow, satisfied chuckle rumbled against your shoulder.

“Still think bringin’ me here was a good idea?” you mumbled, voice breathless, teasing.

John smirked, smoothing a warm palm over your ass before tugging your dress back down, adjusting his belt with one hand while the other traced slow, affectionate circles against your thigh.

“Maybe,” he mused, pressing a lingering kiss to your bare shoulder. “Long as you keep your pretty ass in my lap the rest of the night.”

[emisluvr]

college crush!niki thoughts

西村力 as your college crush ⊹ ࣪ ˖ wc. 615 ୨ৎ soft thoughts ✧ w. fluff, mild suggestive themes, teasing, kissing, college au ── ty for 200+ followers! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

thinking about college crush!niki who pulls you onto his lap without a second thought at a crowded party, acting like it’s the most normal thing in the world. "nowhere else to sit," he murmurs, stating the obvious. his voice is low against your ear — but the warmth of his hands gripping your waist says otherwise.

he tries to play it cool, laughing along with the others, but the way his fingers trace absentminded circles on your thigh tells a different story.

as the music gets louder, he leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “comfy?” he teases, his voice smooth and teasing, but it’s impossible to hold eye contact for much longer. not when those eyes of his say they want to take you to an empty room and continue what you’ve started there.

thinking about college crush!niki who always chooses the seat next to you in lectures, even when the entire row is empty. he leans in way too close when he whispers dumb jokes about the professor, his warm breath fanning against your ear. it’s impossible to focus when he smells like something so undeniably him.

he stretches his arms behind his head, flexing just enough to make sure you get a glimpse of his toned, veiny forearms. and when your eyes flicker to his arms, he smirks like he caught you, his lips curling in that signature mischievous way.

thinking about college crush!niki who has this habit of licking his lips before he speaks, like he’s carefully choosing his words — but it only makes it harder to focus when his tongue flicks over the soft curve of his bottom lip. you swear he does it on purpose, especially when he catches you staring.

you find yourself staring at his lips for a little too long, imagining how perfect his soft and plump lips would feel on yours, or maybe your jaw, or your neck, or— “something on your mind, pretty?” he asks, voice laced with a teasing smirk, interrupting your thoughts — but he already knows exactly what’s on your mind.

thinking about college crush!niki who casually types away on his laptop in the middle of class, but the way his fingers flex and stretch as he taps the keys has your thoughts spiraling. they’re long, slim, and you can’t help but picture how they’d feel running through your hair, down your back, grabbing your neck...

he notices you staring and taps his fingers along the edge of his desk, the rhythm slow and deliberate. it’s almost like he’s making a point of showing off, like he wants you to notice. and you do. you definitely do.

thinking about college crush!niki who presses up behind you in the crowded hallway, his hip brushing against your ass as he pretends to squeeze by. you can feel the heat radiating from him, his body just barely touching yours, but it’s enough to make your heart race.

when he steps away, you feel his hands hover just at your waist, the lightest brush of his fingers sending a jolt through you. but when you glance over your shoulder, there’s that cocky grin on his face, and you know exactly what he’s doing.

thinking about college crush!niki who finally makes the move to lean in and kiss you, after months of playful teasing and an obvious tension between the two of you. his lips brush against yours, capturing you in a soft but long-awaited kiss.

he lifts you up and sets you on the table behind you, hugging you closer to his body so you know you can’t escape him — and you don’t want to.

lucky for you, you won your college crush’s heart.

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

[hatsbuckets]

John teaches his kids how to drive early.

Headcanons

WC: 615

He starts getting them behind the wheel in his lap when they're toddlers, starts letting them actually drive by the time they're ten, they're fully capable of getting around by the time they're 13.

He only does this out on the private property he owns of course. It's not a big plot, but it's enough to drive a car around in. He sets up fake obstacle, traffic cones, and even spray paints the grass with lanes. Eventually he's driving the second car so they can practice merging.

To the kids it's a game, to John it could save their lives or someone else's. It's in the case of emergencies, when someone needs to be driven and no adult is able, when a call to emergency services is out of reach, when they need to get out of a tight spot and John's not there- God forbid.

He explains this to them at some point, making sure they understand that this is for emergencies. This is just in case. They should never have to. And when his son is able to repeat it back to him, John simply says "That's a good man."

His kids would beam when they finally get that stamp of approval. They know their dad just wants to keep them prepared, but come on, this is so much fun.

Fun until it wasn't...

John's wife had taken their two kids out to their little plot of land-a little farm in its own right by this time-one day for the fresh air though. Thing is, she's very pregnant with the third, and there is no cell service way out in this part of the country.

And she goes into labor.

John's son would be scared but motivated by his mother's calm urge to get into the truck, and trust what he's learned. Their daughter would hold her mom's hand in the back of the truck, nearly crying at the pain the woman seemed to be in.

Their son would drive, shouting at his sister to keep trying the phone. Call Dad. Tell Dad their baby sister is on the way. Call Dad. Tell Dad they're going to the hospital. Call Dad. Tell Dad they're scared, he doesn't want to drive into town, not really.

John doesn't answer. He's not done with his mission. Somehow though, in the light traffic of the early afternoon and with the training engrained into him, his son gets his family to the small-town hospital.

They take their mom in and one of the nurses is nice enough to stay with the kids. He'd console John's son as the adrenaline makes way to tears.

Finally, John calls them back. His daughter answers, barely able to explain what's going on through her tears, but John gets the idea. She passes the phone to her brother, and John's voice would be as calm as it could be.

Easy, son. That's a good man. You're mum's okay yeah? Yeah. You're okay yeah? I'm proud of you. I'll be there as soon as I can, yeah?

He was lucky not to miss the arrival of his first two, he'd be damned if he missed the third. He'd be there as soon as he could.

And his kids are waiting, both- all three of them- sleeping near their mother. She'd smile when John enters, the man sleep deprived and barely hosed down for a clean. He'd silently creep into the room, kneeling at her side and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He'd lean against her arm, staring at their newest little angel.

I'm so proud of you, love. I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

She'd smile and shush him gently, tilting their new joy just a bit so he could see her. You're here now. And so is she.

A/N FUCK I don't know where this came from, but I got possessed, cried, and wrote. Inspired by the fact that my friend really did this when he was younger, and his mom went into labor while he was alone on their family farm. (also to my knowledge it's not illegal in most places for children under the legal driving age to drive in emergencies? but fuck if I know or care.)

[berryyuni]

home. my home - nrk

✿ nothing beats your late night confessions with your boyfriend.

pairing - bf!riki x gn!reader genre - est. relationship, fluff wc - 615 warnings - kissing, affection, VERY soft

tiana's note 🎀 - this was written for my lovebug @j4keluver <3 tysm for requesting this :') this was a blast to write and i hope i did you justice <33

౨ৎ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3 ✧˖° ... (library)

you were pulled out of your light slumber by the sudden feeling of an arm snaking around your waist followed by a soft kiss on your shoulder. you don’t even remember falling asleep. all that you were able to recall was that you were scrolling through tiktok, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work - nothing new. but apparently you weren’t able to win the battle against sleepiness this time. 

you rolled over on your other side and was met with ni-ki’s soft yet tired gaze. “hey beautiful” he said, moving his hand up to stroke the top of your head. your heart instantly melted at his touch.

“hey ki,” you said in a sleep tone, “when did you get home?”

“not too long ago,” he yawned, “i saw that you were asleep and didn’t want to wake you so i just quickly showered,” he paused, “i’ve seen you asleep so many times but i will never get over how cute you look when you are”

“don’t even,” you scoffed, “i probably look all gross, drooling all over the place” you rolled back onto your back, putting your arm over your eyes.

ni-ki moves down your arm, “don’t say that, you always look cute” he laughed and pulled you closer to him - lowkey forcing you to roll back over to face him. 

once you do, he pinches your cheek causing your face to scrunch up. “what’s up with you tonight?”

“i just missed you… a lot more than usual for some reason” he answered, seeming somewhat bashful.

“ki” you pouted, “we could’ve called when you were on break” you brought your hand up to his cheek, gently caressing it with your knuckles. he leaned into your touch then moved his head over to press a kiss against your hand. 

“my phone died,” he groaned, “so it made it ten times worse”

“of course it did,” you laughed, “no wonder”

“at least i’m home with you now,” he breathed out, pulling you into his chest allowing you to snuggle against it. “you’re my home” he murmured.

you doubted your ears for a moment. did you hear what you thought you just heard? “what’d you say?” you asked softly, leaning your head up to meet his eyes.

“hm?’ he smiled, massaging the back of your head.

“what was the last part you said, ki?” 

“that you’re my home.” he said - as if it was nothing.

you went silent for a moment to process his words. it caught you off guard - not in the bad way. you knew ni-ki loved you. you really do. he made sure it was known every moment you had together. but for him to say that you were home to him, of course you needed a moment to let it sink in. you mustn’t have noticed that your eyes welled up with tears because ni-ki nuzzles his nose against yours - something he would usually do to comfort you and make you smile, which he claims is effective but to you it only made you want to cry even more. 

“i am?” your voice cracked.

“you are y/n, you’re who i always want to come home to. you make me feel complete.”

without needing to say anything else, you pull him into a kiss to which he happily returns. after you pull away from each other, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your chest. “i love you so much ki”

“i love you more y/n. believe me.” he replies sleepily. 

a few moments pass only to be met with silence as the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling at home. your forever home.

©berryyuni 2024. all work is written by me. do not copy, translate or repost

[haikyu-mp4]

Letting past be past – Terushima x reader wc 615 – f!reader, brother!Tanaka

It still haunted you, the day your brother decided not to stay in touch anymore. He had found out about you dating Terushima, despite knowing about his history of harassment towards Tanaka’s very own partner. That was years ago, and you hadn’t spoken to your beloved brother since. That truly was your greatest sorrow.

Now, you would finally see him again for your aunt’s third wedding. As you put on the last piece of jewellery, you took deep breaths and went over all possible conversations you might have in your head, eyes straying to Terushima in the mirror, who was buttoning up his shirt at the other end of the room.

Terushima changed—not immediately after you started dating, but eventually. There was no “I can change him.” He grew out of his insecurities and realised that respect had to be earned. Today, he wanted nothing more than to earn the respect of the rest of the Tanakas, most of all your brother and his wife.

Ryu didn’t exactly avoid you when you arrived, but he didn’t welcome you warmly, either. One of your hands was interlaced with Terushima’s, so you lifted the other in a hesitant wave, which only Kiyoko returned.

“Maybe he’ll soften up after some drinks,” you said in encouragement, but you weren’t sure if it was for him or you. Terushima hummed in agreement, but you couldn’t see the worried look on his face as he looked at where your brother walked to another room. He cleared his throat and turned to you with a brighter smile than before.

“Speaking of, how about you go get us some of those welcome drinks?” he suggested, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you walked away into the forming crowd of family members wondering how your life was going.

He was now a man on a mission.

Following where he had seen them go earlier, Terushima made sure to bow politely to anyone who saw him so that he had a better chance of a good introduction with you later. Still, he held such a pace where it was clear he couldn’t stop to talk.

He found the two Tanakas in the next room over, looking at the seating arrangements to ensure they knew where to go later. Drawing a quick breath, he smoothed a hand over his blazer to control his nerves before decidedly making his way over to them. “Excuse me,” he said to get their attention. “I was hoping I could get a word with you two, for y/n’s sake.”

They looked at each other, seemingly having a whole silent conversation. Terushima sweated in his spot, unsure of the conclusion.

“Okay.”

A relieved and grateful smile was painted on his face. “I’m going to be greedy right off the bat here and ask for another chance. I am so genuinely sorry for the mistakes I made back in high school, especially towards you,” he emphasised, making eye contact with Kiyoko. “Y/n thinks so highly of you both, and I care about her more than anything. For some reason, she loves me back. I don’t want that to be a bad thing anymore.”

It wasn’t like flicking a switch, but the married couple were more than ready to put it behind them, let the past be past. So when you returned with the drinks and saw the three of them laughing and talking, your lip wobbled as if on command. Spotting you, Terushima turned and waved with bright eyes, encouraging you to come over and chuckling softly at the tears that threatened to spill past your eyelashes.

“We were just discussing dinner at theirs next Friday. How about it, sweets?”

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requested by @knoxing-around for my event, anything for you <3 thank you so much for your kind words!

[sideysvault]

⋆˚࿔ Bedroom Lust 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Pairing: Roman Roy x wife!reader

Wc: 615

Warnings: [nsfw]. minors dni, head cannons, established relationship, married life.

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— Marrying Roman Roy involved being his plus one to numerous events. Evening galas, fundraisers, openings, and birthday parties of people you didn't even remember meeting. He hated all of it. But seeing the wind biting the skin exposed by your countless party dresses almost made up for it. He still got goosebumps when he saw you.

— He was extremely aware of how his wife looked. Too bright, too beautiful for a room full of snakes parading as business people. He was proud of you. Proud of your cleverness, and your looks, and your morals. He enjoyed parading you around at parties with his hand on your lower back. A lot of heads turned, and eyes that trailed downward, but you were his. Only his.

— She was always complaining about his beard. And, as much as he liked it, the conversation ended when you said “I hate it Romes, it tickles when you go down on me” That was all he needed to hear. The very next day, he showed up with a clean, freshly shaven face. You made sure to make it up to him and sat on his face all night.

— You are always using pet names for him. Especially in the bedroom. You want to make him feel as much love as he deserves. At the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t very sexual. It took a long time, trust, and patience to get to where you were right now. But you didn't mind. All you wanted was for him to enjoy himself while feeling safe and secure. And so it began. Love, Remy, Romey, Babe, Sweetie…

— Stamina wasn’t a problem anymore. Roman particularly enjoyed eating you out. He just wanted to shower you with affection, and thank you for being such a good wife. The man loves eating your pussy. If the cooks are not at home, he'll do it on the kitchen counter over breakfast. He makes time and takes a shower together just so he can have you standing up while he's on his knees licking all of you. He loves when you come all over his face. No matter how dirty and wet he gets afterward.

— Having power over you is also a turn on. He’d tie you up so you can’t move, not letting you come, edging you until you beg and cry. He has even dwelled in some consensual somnophilia with you.

— But he can be romantic too. Roman will buy you the most expensive lingerie and leave it all around the house for you to find. He would kiss every inch of you. Your face, your stomach, your legs, everything. As lovingly as he can.

— As much as Roman Roy knows he would be an awful father, it is hard to remember it when he is pounding into his wife’s wet pussy. He adores watching his come fill you up, and you adore the sensation of it overflowing out of your pussy. (He definitely licks you clean after it).

— He loved how easily you teared up. You were so sensitive. When he is done with you, the makeup that adorned your pretty face always looks smudged.

— Sometimes, in another one of your fancy dinners, you make sure to wear one of his favorite dresses with nothing underneath. Opening your legs under the table for him to enjoy. From time to time, you wore a vibrator in public events. Roman loves seeing you try to compose yourself in front of everyone. How red your face gets. How raspy are the words that come out of your mumbling mouth. If you behave well enough, he goes on his knees yet again and rewards you at the venue’s bathroom. 

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Notes: Hello Anon! I really tried with this one! It’s my first time writing any type of smut. Hope you enjoyed it. It ended up being something a bit different from what you asked. But thank you so much for taking time to read my Roman posts. I’ve been missing the succession fandom so much. Take care! - Sidey xoox

Based on this request.

[riki-dazed]

Jay comforts and reassures you after you reveal your scars to him

mentions of sh scars, kissing, soft bf jay · wc 615 · requested

Jay's touch felt heavenly against the skin on your jaw as he traced a finger along it, tauntingly slowly, admiring all of your features. His gaze studied your face with unwavering attention, you wondered if your skin felt as warm to his touch as it felt to you. He stopped at your chin, putting it between two of his fingers as he pulled your face into his. You couldn't control your arms as they wrapped around his neck, resting atop his shoulders. His soft lips engulfed yours, hungry and eager. Your thoughts ran wild.

He's such an incredible kisser..

You were sat on the edge of the bed in only a shirt, in which you could feel starting to hike up your thighs as Jay's hands roamed every last inch of your figure, with desperate urgency. His lips trailed from yours to your jaw, to then your neck. The wet kisses he kept leaving behind had sent shivers down your spine.

You felt a sudden wave of panic flush over you after one of Jay's hands gripped onto your thigh, he continued making out with your neck as your breath hitched in the back of your throat. Jay's attentive self immediately noticed the sudden stiffness within your body. He pulled back from your skin slightly as he eyed your face, breathless, his grip on your thigh loosened as his finger rubbed soft circles against the skin.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Concern flickered in his eyes at the sudden change in your demeanor.

You pulled away from him, your hands pushed your shirt back down your thighs, in which caused Jay to have to lift his hand away. He was worried that maybe you weren't on the same page as him that evening.

"I-I'm sorry," You murmured as your gaze fell, a sudden feeling of insecurity washed over your entire body. Jay's gaze followed yours, to where his eyes were met with faint scars that covered the skin on your thigh, peeking from under your shirt. You pulled the fabric down even more. Your face began to feel warm, as if you were about to start tearing up. You felt vulnerable and exposed.

"This is so humiliating.."

"Baby," Jay whispered, his voice soft and kind as he lifted your chin. His eyes were full of warmth and understanding, "You don't have to hide from me,"

With the most tender touch, Jay gently moved your hands away from the hem of your shirt. His soft fingers traced the outlines of the scars with a gentleness that left your heart in pieces. He didn't recoil in horror or judgment; instead, he showed you nothing but love and acceptance.

"Y/n, these scars," He started as his gaze lifted to meet yours again, his voice full of warmth and complete sincerity, "They're a part of you, my baby, and everything about you is beautiful to me,"

Your eyes began to brim with tears as you looked into his, you saw nothing but affection being reflected back into you. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Jay's lips found yours again in the softest, most loving, reassuring kiss. You watched him lift himself off the bed, and get on his knees in front of your seated body. He lifted your shirt back off your thighs, as he left a tender kiss atop the scars. Your hand found its way into the strands of his hair as you caressed your loving boy, earning a sweet smile from him as he gazed up into you. He continued to leave soft pecks across the outer and inner parts of your thighs.

You were so lucky to have someone like him.

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[krisdreaming]

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader

WC: 615

Summary: In your first few months of living together, Tetsurou finds himself falling in love with you all over again.

A/N: You were warned. Here it is: my soft domestic Kuroo mess. I don't even know if this is good, but it sure is a thing :')

Tetsurou loves you - of course he does. Otherwise, he never would have asked you to move in with him in the first place. It's just that, over the last few months, he's felt like he's falling all over again.

He thinks it must have something to do with the proximity. The fact that you're always there, at 2pm on a Saturday afternoon or 3am when he wakes up groggy to flop to a more comfortable position or at 7:30 in the evening when the dishes are drying - it does strange things in his chest.

He's always loved your lazy smile, but now he gets to see it first thing in the morning, and it feels like a secret no one else is meant to know. You're sharing it with him, and it makes him want to pull you close and feel the imprint of it on his own lips, so he does. Often. As often as you'll let him, before you're shoving his face away in a bout of laughter, scolding that you'll both be late if you stay in bed any longer.

He feels a little bit like he's spying on you when he catches you in the midst of your daily routine, something as simple as humming to yourself while you fold laundry in the bedroom. He creeps up behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, chuckling at the surprised squeak you let out as he turns you in his arms, fingers pressing into your hips as he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose just because he can. It isn't long until you're tumbled together in his underwear and your socks and the old, worn Nekoma hoodie that belongs to both of you, now.

Sometimes, you surprise him. You'll fall onto the couch after a long day and beckon him closer. Something is playing on the TV, but it's all just background noise as you pull him down against your chest. He lets his weight settle comfortably on top of you and lets out a hum of pure bliss at the feeling of your fingers tugging through his hair. He feels like he's melding into the couch, melding into you, and he catches himself wishing he could stay like this forever, tangled with you so closely that he doesn't even know where he ends and you begin.

There are pieces of you everywhere. Your book is on the end table. Your toothbrush is in the cup next to his. Your favorite tea is in the cupboard and your favorite coffee creamer is in the fridge. There are blankets and throw pillows and your pajamas are in the drawer right beside his. Slowly, you've transformed this space that he simply came back to every night into a place he never wants to leave. He loves being surrounded by you because he finally feels like he's home.

It's not new, but it feels new. It bubbles up in his chest and sloshes around until he feels like he might overflow. Luckily, whenever it comes over him, he doesn't have far to go. He only has to walk a few feet and there you are, and it's so easy to you pull into his arms. So easy to litter kisses on your skin and feel your soft warmth beneath his hands. You tease him about being clingy but he knows you'll never push him away. You love him too much. He says it with a cheeky grin that he quickly buries in the curve of your neck, because if he doesn't the truth will come out. He's the one who loves you too much, if such a thing is even possible.

[iridescentxstars]

Helloooo! Omg omg! I miss Jongin so much 😭😢 How about panther hybrid jongin as your co-worker being jealous/sad that you interact less with him. So he confesses how he feels about you. Kink: praise/worship, dom-you, sub-him. Dialogue: "I could make you feel better", "Jealousy is not a word I'm familliar with". Thank you. 🥰

panther hybrid!jongin x fem!reader || dialogue: "i could make you feel better" + "jealousy is not a word i'm familiar with" || kinks: praise/worship, dom/sub, oral || warnings: no warnings because this has been the most wholesome~ || wc: 615

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

“It’s so cute that you are jealous,” you smile softly, head tilted to the side as Jongin finishes confessing to you. He has been getting more and more frustrated with the fact that you seem more interested in everyone else but him. It’s not really on purpose, you just notice he’s not been needing your help as much but since he’s so pouty about this – maybe you should make it up to him.

“Jealousy is not a word I’m familiar with.” He huffs, folding his arms across his chest with his long black tail flicking in the air behind him.

You take a step closer, scratching under his chin and listening to the deep purr that escapes him. “Come now, I’ll make it up to you.” You coo, having him look at you, “I could make you feel better.” He contemplates for a moment, clearly conflicted before his tongue peeks out, eyes flicking down to your lips and nodding because all he can think about is kissing you. “Aww, see, that’s a good boy~.”

It’s a little cruel maybe, playing into things like that but you’ve been attracted to Jongin since you started working there so one chance? You’d take it especially since he’s so easily giving it to you.

He lays underneath you, completely naked and on display while you straddle his lap, fully dressed and a wicked smile on your face. You’ve always wondered about the rippling muscles that he hides under those dress shirts and you’d like to say you are pleasantly surprised by how toned he is.

Fingers trace along his collarbone, nails scratching lightly over his warm, golden skin and the way he squirms from this simple touch has you almost purring yourself. He’s so cute. How could you not want to break him? Down, lower; your fingers drag painfully slow over his abdomen before you stop at his hips and pull away. “Will you behave for me?” He nods, bottom lip plump from the make out session earlier, “words, Jongin.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Mistress.”

What probably surprised you the most about Jongin other than how fit the man is, is how obedient, how submissive he is for a man who has a high position in the company. Sure, you’re equals, but you had expected him to have this very typical dominant attitude in the bedroom but oh, Jongin folded the moment you bit his bottom lip and pulled him to your bedroom.

Not wasting any time, you move between his legs, feeling his eyes watch you as you settle between those strong thighs and making sure to not accidentally lay on his tail. Jongin’s hybrid genetics don’t bother you one bit, a common species to come across but there’s something about his sleek black fur that makes him beautiful. More attractive. He takes care of himself, it’s obvious and right now – you’re going to take care of him too. Gripping his hard cock in your hand, you meet his eyes before dragging the flat of your tongue up the length before sucking on the tip and pulling away to stroke slowly. “Ah, fuck,” Jongin’s head tips back but the quick command to watch has his eyes on you.

Watching even as they almost flutter shut every time you tease him, giving him a taste of what he’s in store for before taking pleasure in your new toy.

If you think this will make Jongin less jealous afterwards, you’re sorely mistaken, the panther hybrid is one jealous beast and you’ll learn later on what it means to have him as your pet. You’ll soon learn what it means to have him as your lover.

[andkisses]

♡ lovesick | enhypen ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: him realizing this feeling he has? is something he might want to pay attention to

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 615 total ♡ genres/tropes: fluff! he’s in love he just doesn’t know it  ♡ mentions of/warnings: none  ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 first two above the cut, and the rest below ^^ inspired by taylor swift lyrics <3 i lowkey feel it doesn’t match the title but uh here’s wonderwall; this was also marginally proof read lol ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: *jungwon

everything is shinier now, brighter–jungwon almost can’t believe it. he wonders how could one person change everything? but there’s proof. he sees you in everything, the moon and the stars and the sun. you’re the birds singing, even the rain. and when he gets to hold you? he’s soft and delicate, like you’re the most precious thing the world–no, the universe has to offer. surely, this feeling will never go away, and jungwon’s okay with that.

✧･ﾟ: *heeseung

it hits him one random afternoon. heeseung’s not sure if it’s how the sun came down through the window or how you look sitting on the other end of the couch paging through a book. suddenly, he feels dizzy and the room is spinning, and you are at the center of it all, shining so brightly. and there’s this feeling in his chest unlike any other. it makes him feel sick, but it’s different. and, most terrifying of all, heeseung’s pretty sure he likes it.

✧･ﾟ: *jay

it takes bravery, sure, to be so close to you. you’re intoxicating, invigorating. at first jay feared it would be too much, but there was something–he couldn’t put his finger on it–that kept drawing him in. now, sitting here, listening to you talk about something with passion and light in your eyes and your hands drawing examples in the air, he thinks he knows what this feeling is. jay knows it will take a little more bravery to say out loud.

✧･ﾟ: *jake

he never thought it could be possible to see someone the way he sees you. you’re like a warm light, a glow where you are. jake never thought he could feel someone’s absence like he does yours, either. the coldness, how his thoughts chase after you. your smile, your laugh. you’re like an energy booster, nothing like anything else before. it causes a particular dizziness jake hasn’t been aware of before, and he’d like to know more.

✧･ﾟ: *sunghoon

the movie climax of the movie and all the drama plays out on the screen, but sunghoon can feel himself drifting off. he knows he won’t make it to the credits. he might not even make it through this scene. you’re already asleep next to him, head on his shoulder, hand on his arm. the rise and fall of your breaths, the sweet smell of your perfume. sunghoon isn’t sure if the feeling in his chest is because he’s tired, or something else entirely. as he drifts off, he decides he could get use to it.

✧･ﾟ: *sunoo

he’s certain you could out do any star. sunoo has met a lot of people, but none like you. he isn’t sure how you do it either, it seems to be so natural. yet you’re intriguing, creating your own kind of gravity. and even though he can’t name this feeling–or, he’s too shy to name it yet–sunoo knows he would be okay if he were a satellite caught in your orbit. because even if he doesn’t want to admit it yet, sunoo is already very comfortable with this feeling.

✧･ﾟ: *niki

it’s in the way his hands rattle when you’re near, or how niki’s breath likes to skip. the way his heart beats so badly, so loudly that he’s certain you can hear it. what is this feeling? he’s got to do something about it, because he feels like he is noticing everything about you, and he’s never seen anyone like this before–the way you fix your hair, your fashion, the way you laugh. that is what gets niki the most–whenever he gets you to laugh, and he knows, above everything else, he’d do anything to keep you happy.

[bradleysass]

Essay - wc: 615 - Gilderat

The Hogwarts Library was nearly deserted, save for a lone figure hunched over a stack of books. Peter Pettigrew scrawled furiously at his parchment, trying to finish an essay for Transfiguration that was due the next morning. His heart raced with panic—he had no idea what McGonagall would say if he turned in work this shoddy.

“Still at it, eh, Pettigrew?”

Peter’s quill froze. That voice—it was as smooth as butter and just as slippery.

He looked up and found himself staring into the bright, dazzling smile of Gilderoy Lockhart. His golden hair seemed to glow even in the dim light of the library, and Peter felt his face flush.

“Er… yeah,” Peter mumbled, quickly looking back at his parchment. He wasn’t sure why Gilderoy was even talking to him.

Gilderoy plopped down into the chair opposite him, completely uninvited. “You look like you’re in over your head. What is it this time? Transfiguration? Charms?” He waved a hand dismissively. “I could probably whip it up for you in no time. Top marks, guaranteed.”

Peter frowned. “I don’t need you to do it for me.”

“Oh, come on,” Gilderoy said, leaning back in his chair. “I’m only offering because I’m feeling generous. You could use a little... help.”

Peter’s face burned hotter. Gilderoy wasn’t exactly wrong. He wasn’t like James or Sirius, who could breeze through assignments without a second thought. Even Remus, quiet as he was, never seemed to struggle the way Peter did.

“Why do you even care?” Peter snapped, surprising himself.

Gilderoy tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Maybe I just like seeing you squirm. Or maybe I’ve noticed you sitting here, week after week, working your fingers to the bone while the rest of your friends are off gallivanting. You deserve a break, Pettigrew.”

Peter stared at him, unsure of what to say. No one noticed him, least of all someone like Gilderoy Lockhart. But here he was, all smiles and charm, leaning forward as if Peter were the most fascinating thing in the room.

“Why aren’t you off gallivanting, then?” Peter challenged, folding his arms.

Gilderoy chuckled, a sound that was infuriatingly perfect. “Oh, I’m not much of a gallivanter. I prefer a more refined setting.” His voice dropped slightly, and he leaned in closer. “Like this one.”

Peter swallowed hard, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. “If you’re trying to distract me, it’s working,” he muttered, his eyes darting back to his parchment.

“Distracting you is easy,” Gilderoy said, his tone softening. “But I meant what I said—you deserve a break.”

Peter glanced up at him, his nervousness giving way to a flicker of curiosity. Gilderoy’s usual bravado seemed... different tonight. Softer. More genuine.

“Why do you care?” Peter asked again, this time more quietly.

Gilderoy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached over and plucked the quill from Peter’s hand, ignoring the startled noise of protest. He twirled it between his fingers, his smile fading into something almost serious.

“Because,” Gilderoy said finally, “I think there’s more to you than they see. And I’d like to be the one to prove it.”

Peter’s breath caught. For once, Gilderoy’s words didn’t feel like the hollow, self-serving nonsense he usually spouted. They felt... real.

“You’re full of it,” Peter said, but there was no bite in his words.

“Maybe,” Gilderoy said with a grin. “But you’re still going to let me help you with that essay, aren’t you?”

Peter hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. But don’t think this means I owe you anything.”

“Oh, Pettigrew,” Gilderoy said, his eyes sparkling. “You already owe me your heart.”

And for the first time that night, Peter smiled.

[vinylfoxbooks]

August 22 - Card | @jartylusmicrofics | wc: 615

Game nights have become relatively normal within the Potter-Black-Crouch household because all of them are incredibly competitive and don’t like to back down from a challenge, they’re also all the type of people to overthink games and become quickly hated by their friends when they’d play together because of that. Each of them have games that they’ve banned in the house through process of elimination: Monopoly, any of the Mario games, Settlers of Catan -- after a particularly heated competition between the three of them all on 8 or 9 points before James won, Barty flipped the entire board, and Regulus didn’t talk to them for the rest of the day -- Uno twice, among many others.

And they’ve decided, this game night, that card games were their best approach for the safety of their house, relationship, and sanity. The thing is, James isn’t the best at these games, they can admit that. They do well with the games that they do play, and they were also part of the reasons behind some of these games getting banned from their household, but there’s never been anything that they’ve banned because they were too good at it like Regulus with Monopoly. 

Until they’re on their third card game, Regulus and Barty have only won thrice, collectively. James has won every. Other. Round. That they played. James has a track record of 16 out of 19 games.

“I’m going to kill you.” Barty mutters, looking James dead in the eye, “I swear to God if you win again, your body will not be found.”

“Okay,” Regulus hums, pushing Barty away from the table where, thankfully, James and Barty are sitting opposite each other, “I think card games are getting banned from game night, too.”

“We’re going to run out of games to play on game night soon.” James says, although they admittedly have a cocky smile on their face as they place down their hand, showing that they’ve won. Again. Barty nearly flips the table. Regulus gently takes the cards from both of their hands and cleans the ones on the table, putting them back in the box before walking over to the ‘banned’ shelf that they have and putting the pack on it.

“Running out of games or not,” Regulus states, “We’re done playing games tonight, I think we’re too high strung.” James agrees and goes to start making the three of them some hot chocolate to ease some of the tension that they’ve caused. 

When they’re done and Regulus has calmed Barty from the edge of murder -- Barty asks him how he’s not upset at James winning constantly, and he is, but he’s calmer than Barty and therefore needs to calm him down -- and the three of them are settled down on the couch with a comfort show, Barty finally asks, “How are you so good at card games?”

James takes a second to answer, “My dad really liked playing card games when I was young, that was usually what we ended up playing and if you think that I’m good at card games, you should never play with my dad. It also became a thing that since Peter was good enough at chess, I could never beat him, so we’d start playing cards and he’d get frustrated then it was a back and forth of us going between chess and cards.”

“Which is why you two don’t play games together.”

James nods, “My dad is incredibly strategic and, to beat him, you had to learn how to best him in his own game.” 

“Well, it’s just another banned game.” Regulus rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss to both of their lips as they fully settle down.

[valeriesseacrettumbler]

The little accident

Hotch x reader

Summery(barely) - After a minor car accident there maybe some lingering problems that scare the shit out of aaron.

This is a one shot unless some mfs ask for more lol.

WC- 4276

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You knew there wasn’t much time till Aaron picked you up but your already strong procrastination skills paired with the sick lethargic feeling you had made it all the much harder to get out of your cozy nest. 615- it was nice to be able to have breakfast with Aaron but to do so you had to wake up at the crack of dawn. You wrestle yourself out of bed and throw on the clothes you layed out last night. Mornings had never been your strong suit so to make them more doable you took some measures. Always set out your clothes, towel if you were going to shower, and set the coffee maker to have a fresh pot when you walked down stairs.

You were definitely getting sick, the slightly dizzy and sore feeling indicated that. But it wasn’t bad enough to not go into work so you thought you should just tough it out.

Earlier that same week you had been in sunny California on a case. One of the best perks of working for the BAU was the travel. For some agents that was the worst but you didn’t have any real responsibilities in dc that would hold you back. There was max, your massive Akita but you had a fantastic dog sitter. Other than that you could pack up and go at almost any time. On this particular case after a long and tiring investigation, hunt and chase of a particularly violent bank robber you and hotch had gotten into a mild car accident.

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“HOTCH”

You yelp

You turn to look too see headlights pouring in through the passengers side window.

Not even 20 seconds had passed since you plowed into the back corner of car you had been chasing. The driver had attempted to pull a u turn in front of you but your vehicles were already too close for Hotch to stop the car fully before clipping the unsubs left fender. With the speed you were going it ended up spinning the car about twice till it was on the edge of the road.

“Are you ok!?”

Your lungs hurt from the sudden pressure of you seatbelt but other than that you were fine.

“Yeah, are you?”

“Ye-“

“HOTCH!”

And that was when another medium sized Sudan plowed into your side of the car, sending your cruiser tumbling down the hill to your left.

For a moment everything went black as your head bashed against the window. Then you were in it, the car came to a stop in a somewhat akward position. Tilted on it side so that you were looking up at Hotch.

As soon as you regained some sort of grip you reach over swiftly to place your two fingers on his neck. He was unconscious but alive and breathing.

“A - Aaron” you don’t mean it to come out as pained as it did.

“mhhh” a small exhale and then a deep groan and Hotch was back.

After further assessment you were genuinely surprised they you both were ok. A tree had come through the window and pinned your waist and right arm. Your ribs hurt wheres the tree had made contact, probably broken. Hotch was cut up but basically fine and so were you.

“Can you move?”

His tone if hushed and concerned so you try to give comfort with your response.

“I just have to move the seat, can you hold this up and I’ll slip out”

Hotch held the tree branches as you clicked your seat back and slipped into the back seat.

You both climbed out of the wreck and turned to get a good look at eachother.

He swiftly steps forward and cocoons you in his arms, you didn’t have enough time to hug back so you settled with your hands tucked onto his chest.

He was leaning into your shoulder and holding you so tightly.

“Thank god your ok”

He whispers.

——————

Both of you were fine, checked out for injuries but emts and sent home. On the plane back Hotch sat with one arm around you for almost the entire flight. He was normally anti-PDA but you could tell how anxious the whole ordeal made him.

Now you were ready and waiting for hotch to show. You decided to meet him at the curb so you walk down. The sun seems a little bright for 630 but the days we’re getting longer.

He pulled in-front of you about 30 second after you walk down your steps.

You hop in, immediately he kisses you on the side of the mouth and the cheak.

“Good morning to you to” you laugh.

“I wouldn’t do that again, think I’m coming down with somthin”

“Hmm too bad I really wanted to do it again.”

Hotch shot you a devilish grin.

“So where do you have in mind this fine morning?”

You knew, whenever he got to chose the breakfast place he picked the same one

“I was just thinking the coffee place”

Moon rise coffee.

Exactly your guess.

He would get 3 eggs with whole wheat toast, bacon and a cup of black coffee.

You already knew that.

The BAU was slow today, which infact was coming to an end. Good thing too beck you were definitely ill. There was a high possibility you had a fever and you felt like you had been punched repeatedly in the chest. There was nothing you could do except hope to sleep it off so you watched the clock and the minute hand crawled by.

457-458–459— and there you go. You leave all your things at our desk only grabbing a small file.

The stairs up to hotches office literally took the life out of you. By the time you were at the top you were panting and sweating.

You finally made it and as you walked in Hotches gaze shot up. It started as happily supprised but quickly turned into a concerning tone.

He got up quickly meeting you in front of his desk where you had already sunk into a chair and were holding out the file limply.

“How are you feeling? I know you said you were getting sick but you look like your in pain.”

You were, your chest ached, head was pounding, it was the worst you’ve felt in a long time.

“Ehh I’ve been better” you say sheepishly

“I’ll be fine after a good sleep, which is why I came to say farewell.” You smile and begin you begin to get out of the chair you had melted into. Hotch quickly reached around his desk to get his bag and then the coat off his chair.

“I’ll come with you” he said as he slipped on one sleeve.

“Really, your going home at a reasonable time?” It was not somthing that happened regularly, he was normally there for about 2 hr after you.

“I thought I should take you home, you really don’t seem ok.”

He seemed genuine in his concern and you know how things this like this really fuck with his ability to be in control so you try not to seem too offended by his insinuation you could not make it home.

“Alright Hotchner, I’ll let you take me home but I don’t think you’ll be safe from the rest of the children out there.” You notion to the rest of the team now gathering in the bullpen before they all leave for the night.

It was harder than it should have been to go from sitting to standing, for about 10 seconds you were so dizzy you couldn’t see but as it passes you started to leave.

Grabbing your things you give a quick nod to the rest of the team and turn to leave.

“Wait your leaving too?” Morgan Looks at hotch and with a giddy tone spits out

“I see your girls got you on normal time now!” The team laughs as hotch shakes his head. He wants to retort but you are already so far ahead he chooses to follow.

Yet in passing his throws in “have a good night guys”

You had done so well up to this point, the bullpen, the elevator, the halls, the car garage but now as soon as you were reaching the car you weren’t doing well at all. There was a tightening in your chest and it was getting hard to breath. Hotch had already slipped into the drivers seat but as you went for the handle you collapsed.

You could not see or hear or move. It was all loud and bright. You thought you heard you name being yelled but at this point you couldn’t respond.

“Y/N!”

Hotch jumped out of the car, bolting to your side as he trys to get any response at all.

“Hey! Hey!” He softly shakes you but to no success.

From what he could see you were shaking, breathing heavy and ragged, and you were burning up.

You can see the panic in his eyes, the pain even though you were barely conscious. He was shaking as his hands slip under your head and knees as he slips you into the passengers seat.

Hotch knew he could get you to a hospital faster than an ambulance could get there. It was only 3 blocks away but it felt like miles. For you and him.

“We’re almost there… just hold on… please.” He was pleading as he reached over to your face. His hands were unnaturally cold because of your fever but his touch helped you feel safe.

At the hospital he grasp onto your hand for as long as they would let him before you were wheeled into the emergency room.

Upon your arival they had asked him so many questions. It was all a blur. Your name, blood type, all about the car accident and even if you were pregnant. He answered the best he could but his mind was going a million miles an hour. He was sweating and shaking and as the doors slammed behind your gurney a wave of nausea slammed into him.

Hotch turned to the waist basket at the side of the check in desk and proceeded to vommit.

A stranger waiting in the lobby came to his side.

“Hey are you alright?”

At this point he was dry heaving and could feel tears boiling up in the back of his eyes.

After a moment he seems to gain back control of his body and try’s to stand

“How about we get you to a seat”

Said the stranger

“Thank you.” Hotch grumbles

——————-

Waiting was the hardest.

At this point the team had come in, they didn’t get the call untill well after they had become heavily intoxicated at their normal bar. When they all did come in hotch didn’t even notice. His head was in his hands, elbows resting on restless legs.

“Hotch!”

“Is she ok?!”

“What happened!?”

He was unresponsive, tied up in his head.

Rossi promptly took the seat next to him and placed a hand on Aaron’s back.

He flinched and looked up swiftly. Rossi could see the redness in his eyes paired with confusion and pain.

Rossi quieted the questions with a

“Give him some room and go ask her” he was pointing to the desk attendant.

The team did as they were told leaving aaron and Rossi alone for a moment.

“Are you ok?” A question no one had asked hotch yet. After a long moment and stiff inhale he responded in a hushed sigh

“I can’t even think Dave…. She was fine, sick but fine and then she was on the ground. They said they couldn’t find a… a heart beat …..”

he paused for a moment taking in a shaky breath. “ I can’t do this again.. I can’t..” he stops as he try’s to gain some composure before he starts crying.

Rossi can see that he is badly holding it together and places his hand on Aaron’s shoulder in a comforting way.

Morgan walked over to where Rossi and hotch were cornered in the waiting room.

“She doesn’t know anything” he scoffs

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It’s been 2 hours since Aaron carried you into the ER and there was no update. At some point somone had called your brother, the only family you had, but he was over 6 hours away and wouldn’t be there till the next morning. The feeling that you would wake up alone kept Aaron locked into his chair. When he had delicately placed you on the stretcher his hands lingered under you. With Hailey he knew, immediately that it would be the last time he touched her. With you he didn’t know.

He tried to think back to when the last time he kissed you was. That morning. The last time he said he loved you? He couldn’t remember if he had said it after he left you last night. He couldn’t remember! He must have said it within the last couple of days but he couldn’t remember.

That’s what he thought about as he waited.

“Aaron, can I get you a coffee or anything?” Emily asks softly.

“Um sure, black” he was exhausted.

“You got it. Anyone else?”

Morgan and Reid volunteered to come with.

Emotionally the team was struggling. Emily was basically your best friend. You went out with the team almost every weekend as if spending all your time with them wasn’t enough. Morgan loved you like a sister. Reid looked up to you in a way that he didn’t with anyone else. You and Garcia we a little unit, always finishing each other deductions, mainly live had been saved based on your communal quick wit. Rossi was like a father to you even though you would never admit it to his face. JJ, even though you two didn’t always see eye to eye she loved you. They all did.

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At the 3.5 hour mark a young looking nurse came out of the doors to the ER.

“Y/n L/n?”

As soon as he heard your name Hotch jumped up along with the rest of the team.

The nurse explained how you had suffered from internal bleeding along with a small tear and swelling in the tissue surrounding you heart and that they were still working on stoping the bleeding.

The car accident.

It made his stomach churn. He should have known, he was there. He saw you everyday since. There were small winces here and there like at his dinner table two nights before when you tryed to get out of your chair. He should have pushed you to go to the hospital. He should have.

———

6 hour mark came and went with no updates. Everyone but Hotch Rossi and Emily had gone home to rest. Deciding who would go was harder than it seemed. They all wanted to stay, but Rossi made the decision for them. It was for the best, someone had to go into work tomorrow.

———

11 hours in and the doctor finally came into the lobby.

Rossi and Emily had dozed off but Hotch was wide awake.

His arms were crossed and he was watching the ceiling, lost in thought.

He almost didn’t hear when your name was called. After a dazed second he jumped up again.

Emily woke up immediately but she had to slap Rossi’s stomach with the back of her hand to get his attention.

“It’s just too soon to know” it was a punch in the gut and Aaron could feel the air get sucked out of the room.

The exhausted looking physician explained slowly that you had coded 4 separate times once for 6 and a half minute which has caused your brain to receive very low amounts of oxygen.

They were able to stabilize you but until you woke up there was no way to know the damage done to your brain.

“When can I… when can I see her?”

“She is in the ICU so family can visit now, are you family?”

“YES” Emily chimed in.

Hotch turned to her and with a quick nod she continued.

“He’s her husband”

He wasn’t but with quick thinking on Emily’s part now Aaron could see you.

He was more thankful than Emily could ever know. As the doctor led him to your room he mouthed a ‘thank you’ over his shoulder.

He was almost running as he honed in on your room.

As he cleared the doorway he stoped.

Seeing you lying there with a tube coming out of your mouth, arms, stomach and wires crossed hectically over your chest he felt dizzy. He carefully picked up your hand as he knelt next to your bed.

It was cool and limp as he raised it to his face, kissing your palm as he did so.

“Oh… my love” he tenderly stroked your cheak as a tear fell down his.

——-

On the morning of the 4th day at around 5:14 am you woke up.

There was the sunrise coming up in the window but the light was faint. It was quiet except for the beeping of some machines. The birds are what you hear first though. Slight chirps pour in though an open window.

When you slept, you always left a window open. The only thing that would stop you is below zero temps. Yes, you had only been dating for a month but Aaron had a lot of time to study you before his skills were tested. He noticed your tendency to leave the car windows open and if any office you used on a case had one you would open it.

He opened your hospital room window on the first night.

You weren’t in the icu anymore which was a significant step. The fact that you had slept for 4days wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, the doctor explained. “She lost a lot of blood Mr.Hotchner, the trauma her body is dealing with right now maybe too much for her to handle awake and she just needs some time to heal.”

On the third day they took out the intubation but you still had a nasty drain coming out of your side.

It turns out it was very lucky that Aaron was there. The team made a schedule for him -and you- so that he could also go home to jack.

He was at the hospital from dawn to when he picked Jack up from school. And repeated for the first 3 days but on the 4th he planed to go into work. He wanted to see you one more time before he went back so he got there at around 445. The night staff let him in, federal badges do have a bit of power, and he sat quietly in the chair next to your bed. He was looking at case files that the team have had for 4 day already but he is just getting a chance to look it over.

By 513 he is done with the inicial interview folder and is trying to find the some paperwork he had to sign when he thought he saw something. It was still darkish outside but he swore he saw your hand move.

And then

He saw it again.

Your pale hand grasping for something.

He slid all of the paper off his lap and stood. He shifted over to the edge of your bed when you make a faint groan as he takes your hand, sandwiching it between his.

And your eyes open. Just slightly at first as you get used to the light. And then your staring into his.

He leans in swiftly making you recoil slightly. Trying to not move you as much as he can he only leans in to hug you so that you nesiled your head to his shoulder, you hand coming up to meet his back, just barely touching him. He pulled back after a few moments and kissed you. Your lips were chapped and you barely could muster the energy to kiss back. He sat for a while just kissing you , he pecks the side of your mouth as he pulls away.

“…what… what happened?” Your voice was horse from the intubation.

“You scared the shit out of me that’s what.” He chokes out. You grimace slightly as you start to assess the damage to your body. Everything hurt, your chest, your legs, veins, all of it.

Aaron explained what happened and you express the same confusion he did when he first found you keeled over.

“I was fine… how didn’t I know?” You almost whispered as a tear rain down the side of your exhausted face.

“They said the internal bleeding started very small and it was just eventually too much. They think it was from the car accident.” He paused as he just watched you. Just the fact you were animated in front of him put all his fear and panic on the back burner of his mind. He reached out and brushed your hair to one side of your face.

“… I was so sacred y/n. You died… four times…” his breath became ragged and he looked down at the hand he had of yours.

“I know” your tone is supposed to be comforting but as you breath in a little more deeply than before you shudder. Grasping his hand tighter, looking up at the ceiling as your mouth mimics a small yelp yet no sound emerged. It feels like your chest is on fire. Aaron looked up at your contorted face and quickly reached over to hit the nurses button.

“They should adjust your meds, your shouldn’t be in this much pain.”

The nurse came in and upon seeing you and Aaron a large smile crept across her face.

She had only seen Hotch as his completely heart broken and lost self as he watched you.

“Thank god!” She said in a volume neither of you had prepared for making you both turn to the door and jump back a bit.

She silently apologized for her loudness and began too look over all your readings and chart.

“Agent Hotchner would you mind moving to the chair” she motioned.

He slipped back but he moved the chair even closer to the bed so that they were almost over lapping.

The nurse proceeds to listen to your heart rate.

“She’s in pain, can you give her somthing?”

“Unfortunately we have given her almost all that we can,(she turns to you) your heart is damaged which mean we really can’t put much stress on it or we risk you having a heart attack on us.”

“Mhh” you grunt.

“So there’s nothing, nothing you can do”

You can hear him start to get pissed.

“Aaron it’s fine, I’m alright” you give him the best smile you can muster, which isn’t very convincing. “You don’t want me to have a heart attack after all this do ya.” You let out a short breathy laugh.

He only stairs at you as the nurse starts to leave.

“The doctor will be in at about 6 but from what I can see your doing well, is there anything i can do to make you more comfortable. Raising your head might release some of the pressure in your chest.”

You nod swiftly. that’s all you wanted.

She began to tilt the bed so you were slightly sitting. The release of pressure on your lungs and chest resulted in a small gasp for you as your breath deepened.

Even though your eyes were closed you could feel his focused on you. It only took one or two slightly pained breaths for your rhythm to become even. You did sound better than when you were horizontal.

The nurse left quicky afterwards, at this point it was 545, and hotch knew Rossi would be awake. There was no way he was going into work. Absolutely no chance he would leave you now that your finally awake and he could breathe again. He just needed some time to fully process that your alive and seemingly ok. He quickly shot Rossi a text “ she’s awake, I’m not coming in”

“So what have I missed?” you ask in a slightly raspy voice motioning to the mess of papers on the ground with a slight jesture from your Iv covered hand.

Aaron let’s out an emotionless laugh and looks at the floor for a quick second before joining your eyes.

“It hasn’t even been an hour and you already want to talk about work?”

“I will talk about anything Aaron,” you say defeated. You just wanted to hear his voice, hold his hand and… sleep. It seemed odd how tired you for how long you had just slept.

“, please just talk” you can feel your impulse to cry is peeking through. He can hear it in your voice.

He has been so worried about your physical condition he hasn’t even thought of the damage it had done to your mind. You were scared out of your mind and in pain.

He knew how to comfort you through words.

“Ok my love, ok.” He kissed your hand and began describing the case the files scattered on the floor held.

Everyonce in a while you would ask a question like “ what did the ME say?” Or “ do you beleive him?” Just like at the round table in the bau. Now you just had to close your eyes and imagine it.

There was a smile across hotches face, he explained more as he picked up and read the folders.

Eventually you fell asleep.

[atimeofyourlife]

Breakfast in bed

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: free space/ domestic fluff | rated: g | wc: 615 | tags: established relationship, fluff Eddie attempts to make breakfast in bed for Steve after a long week.

Eddie didn't know what had possessed him to try and make Steve breakfast in bed. Well, he did. Steve had been working so hard over the previous week, having to pull multiple doubles because Keith had screwed up the scheduling and allowed too many people to take vacation at the same time, and then Robin had called out sick for the entire week because she'd come down with pneumonia. It was Steve's first day off in over a week, and he deserved to sleep in, and then do as little as possible. So Eddie was making breakfast.

The problem was that he wasn't a great cook. He wasn't a disaster in the kitchen, he was generally safe with everything and wasn't so bad that he could burn water. But the extent of his culinary expertise was mostly stuff that was boxed or canned. Anything that took minimal preparation and came with clear instructions on the packet. Which had meant that they'd been surviving off tv dinners, and box mac and cheese, and other easy packet meals, for the week, because Eddie wasn't going to let Steve cook after the long days he was having at work. It just wouldn't have been fair.

But he wanted to give Steve something better on his day off. Making breakfast was an adventure. The eggs were fairly easy, he'd decided on making scrambled eggs as he could never get fried eggs the way Steve liked them. He somehow always managed to overcook them to the point he was almost certain they would bounce if he dropped one, either that or they were practically raw. He just found scrambled eggs easier. He even made sure to add the handful of shredded cheese and the dash of hot sauce to get them right. The bacon didn't go quite right, coming out slightly burnt, but luckily Steve liked his bacon so crispy it was almost cremated, so it wasn't unsalvageable. He wasn't even going to attempt to make anything like waffles or pancakes or french toast, but there were frozen pancakes that he could toast. He also found some hash browns when he was looking in the freezer, so he threw some into a pan to add them to Steve's breakfast as well. While he was making coffee, those did overcook, leaving about half too burnt to serve. But once everything was plated, he felt it was a half decent breakfast.

When Eddie got upstairs with the breakfast, he realized there was one thing he hadn't quite thought through. How to open the bedroom door with his hands full. He was looking for somewhere to put the tray down, when Steve opened the door and started to walk out.

"Eds? What's going on?" Steve asked, looking Eddie over.

"I. I made you breakfast? I was bringing it up to you so you could have breakfast in bed." Eddie replied, shuffling a little on the spot, unsure what to do now as he couldn't surprise Steve in bed with it.

"I thought I could smell something burning." Steve replied with a grin.

"Hey!" Eddie couldn't be offended, because he knew Steve was right. "Now, mister, you are going to get back in bed and enjoy this breakfast that I painstakingly made for you. And for the rest of the day, all you have to worry about is relaxing."

"Thank you." Steve went and climbed back into bed, Eddie following him and handed him the tray once he was settled. "This looks good, Eddie. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart. You deserve the best." Eddie sat on his side of the bed, leaning over to kiss Steve before he could start eating.

[tokusaatsus]

h. kaoru — the beach

warnings: me being pretentious, mild references to suicide (via drowning)

“Tell me—if I told you that I loved you, what would you say?”

When he speaks, it’s slowly, hesitantly. It’s as though he’s carefully thinking through everything before it leaves his lips. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you think his words over. What brought this on, you wonder.

Kaoru braces his forearms against the rail of the balcony, leaning forwards as though he might tip over the edge and let himself fall. Right into the crashing waves below, a suffocating hug. You blink and there he is, his body torn to pieces by the cutting rocks, his blood webbing across the surface of the ocean. You blink and there he is, the salty sea breeze tousling his hair and brushing against his cheeks in a loving caress.

You find yourself jealous.

To be able to touch him so tenderly… You can, if you want to. You just have to reach out. There is nothing stopping you except your fear of interpreting everything—his smiles, his touches, his words—wrong.

You’ve never thought yourself a coward before, but Kaoru is something precious to you and to lose him would…well, maybe not destroy you. You’re not so naïve that you think a broken heart is the same thing as the end of the world.

Still, it would hurt all the same.

He watches you with furrowed brows as you force your wandering thoughts back into some semblance of order, probably trying to glean what information he can from the emotions that show on your face. You’ve always been an open book, or so he says. Things change, yes, but there are some universal constants and he is one of them. He’s always been like this, you reminisce fondly in the safety of your own mind. Prone to thinking, thinking, thinking—sometimes a little too much; don’t chase all those rabbits, Kaoru. You’ll get lost in the wonderland of your own head.

You giggle then, eyes bright; is this a confession?

Maybe, he replies, face blank, not betraying anything. Maybe.

Oh. You mouth the words, surprised despite yourself.

Then he smiles, a little dreamily. He looks wistful when he stares at you, like you can’t possibly be real. There’s a little bit of that in his eyes right now. It settles amongst the glints of gold in his sweet-grey eyes: here is a boy destined to be lonely, or so he thinks.

Here is a boy you love, lonely no more.

Your fingers twitch at your sides. In your chest, your heart gives a squeeze, aching with want. To reach out, to draw him close. Not yet, though. Not yet.

“Well,” You begin, testing the words on your tongue. “You’ll have to be a little clearer. Because if this is a hypothetical situation, as you say it is… If you’d confessed to me, hypothetically,” The emphasis you place on the word makes it clear you don’t believe that is truly the case. “I would’ve say yes.”

Now it’s his turn to startle, eyes suspiciously bright. He smiles once more, just as wistful, then turns his head to face the ocean once more. A single tear trickles down his cheek, and you step forwards to brush it away. “Crybaby,” You tease, fond as ever. Kaoru laughs wetly.

“Cut me some slack. The person I love told me they love me back. I’m allowed to get a little emotional.”

“Mm,” You hum, tracing the lines of his face with your thumbs. He leans into your hold, like a cat would. His eyeslids flutter shut, he watches you through his feathering lashes. The two of you stand there, silently, as the sun goes down.

No longer lonely, no longer breathless.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 615 words

reze txt. when i tell you he is always on my mind, i mean it. sorry for being pretentious about how much i love him ♡ partly inspired by the beach by the nbhd

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[augustinapril]

Jk jk!!! Can I request dad!steve teaching reader how to play baseball?? Incorporating the coach!steve that u were obsessed with a while back 🤭

this isn't the best and it makes me sad </3 I didn't know where to go with it. :((

wc: 615

warnings: clumsy!reader so mentions of bruises on readers legs due to said clumsiness, an probably inaccurate explanation of baseball

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Sam, the sweetest little boy in the world, knew exactly how to compel you into doing what he wanted. You weren’t sure if he was conscious of how impossible it was to say no when he gave what you called his puppy eyes.

His incredible persuasiveness, whether intentional or not, is exactly what lead you here; converse dusted with dirt, Steve at your side, his voice in your ear as he informed you of what to do, and Sam sitting crisscrossed in the grass a few feet away.

You were starting to think this was a mistake, slightly embarrassed with yourself. You didn’t like the thought of messing up in front of either of them.

“You have to make sure you’re standing right,” Steve said, like it was something you knew how to do without anxiety nipping at your heals.

How do you know you’re standing right? 

“It’s a lot easier than it sounds, sweetheart. All you have to do is turn yourself, yeah like that, and make sure your legs aren’t super close together.” He fixed your stance, his hands warm against your hips as he directed you in the direction you needed to be. 

“So, I just hit the ball and make a run for it?” 

Steve chuckled, and you could feel yourself heat up. “I wish it was that simple. My job as a coach would be much easier than it is. There is more to it than that.”

“Well, what exactly is the point of the game?” You asked then cringed at how condescending you probably sounded, jumping to fix yourself. “Or what’s the goal of the game?"

Steve immediately jumped into an explanation, telling you about how both teams compete to get more points each run than the other.

There was a total of 9 innings, two halves to each one where the teams would switch places, and went through the bare-basic steps of what the teams do during those innings.

It was a little confusing, but you think you understood most of it. You hoped you did, at least.

“I’m not so sure i’d fair well in an actual game of baseball," you told him honestly. "I wouldn't be able to run to a base without tripping over my feet."  There was a few more reasons, but this was the main one. The bruises scattered on your legs would be evidence of it.

“You are a bit of a clutz,” Steve light heartedly teased. He’d witnessed some of the many times you’ve accidentally walked into the corners of tables, your bed frame, and the counters of your small kitchen.

He’s contemplated baby proofing your apartment to reduce the amount of bruises you get each month, and he’s jokingly brought it up to you a time or two, though he wasn’t sure he meant it entirely as a joke. 

"You're not supposed to agree with me," You feigned being offended. He just smiled and kissed your temple.

"You know I love your clumsiness."

Sam jumped in, "I don't. Y/n gets hurt too much."

You turned to Steve, patting his shoulder. "Seems like you're the only one who enjoys it. Do you have a thing for seeing me walk into corners?"

Steve shoots his head, denying your statement. "What? No of course not. It's just a little funny, is all."

You gasped. "I cant believe you'd enjoy me getting hurt so much," You turned to Sam, gesturing your head in Steve's direction. "You hearing this, Sam?"

"Daddy's weird."

You gave the biggest smile, nodding in agreement. "He's very weird."

"Hey! I'm trying to teach you baseball and this is how you treat me?" You only shrugged in response, making Steve scoff. "Unbelievable."

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