#need some guys being buds content sometimes

[senselessalchemist]

Bow problems (+ other nonsense)

[saerins]

°୨୧ NO CONTEST

+ kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, friends to lovers, slight hints of jealousy, mentions of alcohol, they go clubbing

notes: help me i think i made myself fall for this guy even more after writing this shit for him > ⤙ <

summary: being just friends doesn’t mean much when neither of you really want to keep it that way. problem is, will either of you make the first move?

SPOTTED: KAISER-KAIA DUO HIT THE STREETS, NEW BUDDING ROMANCE?

“i like you though, y/n.”

it’s spring and the weather outside is the nicest it’s ever been in a while and you have every chance to enjoy it except for the fact that dear michael kaiser is lounging on your couch, rifling through the magazine he got in the mail.

“right, haha, very funny,” you mumble sarcastically, slumping down onto the other couch where kaiser isn’t sprawled all over.

sometimes, you think it’s funny how he’s portrayed as this hot, sexy, confident soccer player who can do no wrong when it comes to matters with his looks, but then in private he’s like… well, this. his bed head’s a mess, his room slippers are the fluffy-fuzzy kind, and much less high maintenance than everyone makes him out to be. (but you have to stop yourself from staring because kaiser doesn’t sleep in anything but his sweatpants during this season and well, where his abs are concerned, he’s definitely got no problems there.)

kaiser sighs in the overdramatic fashion that’s probably his trademark right about now. “y/n, y/n, what do i have to do to make you believe me?” he turns around, smirking at you as he raises a brow. maybe it’ll work on his countless fangirls, but after being friends with him for over six years, you’re probably immune to it.

“maybe you can just shut up and get ready for your event later.” you roll your eyes, sauntering to the kitchen to get yourself some breakfast, automatically making two of everything because kaiser loves to crash your apartment in the morning. (he really does need to learn about personal space.)

breakfast preparations go quietly. kaiser listens to you—he shuts up and starts getting ready for his event before coming back into your apartment, all fresh and ready to shamelessly eat the breakfast you made, staring at you from across the table whenever you’re not looking like he always does.

“kaiser-kaia duo hit the streets, new budding romance?”

“miko, don’t tell me you’re reading that gossip rag too,” you whine, looking for any excuse not to dive into your pile of work for the day.

your colleague swivels her chair over to your cubicle, looking around to make sure your bosses aren’t around to witness the both of you slacking off. “hey, isn’t he your friend? give me the tea! are they really dating?”

leave it to miko to get all excited about dating rumours. you really don’t know what’s so special about them—kaiser’s gotten so many of them ever since, well, forever. even before he became a soccer superstar.

you remember what kaiser said in the morning. “i like you though, y/n.” always ready with that smooth tongue of his. that aside, if he really was dating someone, you bet that they’d be staying over with him more often than not, and there’s really no harm in rejecting a rumor as opposed to confirming one.

“nope, they just happened to be waiting for a cab at the same spot.” and paparazzis love to snap a shot from misleading angles. now that you’re really looking at the article, they managed to make it look like kaiser’s kissing her cheek. you find yourself rolling your eyes at it and looking away.

miko sighs, leaning back against her chair. “man, that sucks, they look cute,” she comments, scrolling away from the online article before she gives you a suspicious side eye. “hey, you sure you’re not dating him?”

you still a little at the sudden line of questioning before turning your attention back to your laptop equally quickly. “if i was, i wouldn’t be so free all the time now, would i?” a response to which miko shrugs off and decides to let go of as she retreats back to her desk.

as much as you love miko as your colleague, you haven’t been as honest with her as you could. she knows you’re friends with kaiser, yeah, but she doesn’t know he’s basically your neighbour. she doesn’t know that he comes over all the time whenever it’s off season. she doesn’t know that the both of you have fallen asleep next to each other on the couch.

she doesn’t know a lot of things—like how your heart’s beating erratically now at the notion of being someone special to kaiser. it’s always been sweet nothings that you thought would stay that way, and you’ve always been short at realising your own feelings, so much so you were, once upon a time, positive you had zero romantic feelings for your friend.

now? you’re not so sure anymore.

seven days pass and kaiser’s been pestering you every single moment you’re free—like he always does—but today’s kind of a special day because it’s your birthday and it’s an hour away from your dinner party yet you’re not even close to ready.

your hair’s wet, you’re still in your loungewear, you have no idea what to wear and kaiser’s just flipping through the channels, half bored to death. for his part, at least, he’s already ready.

it’s not even fair how he takes just half an hour to get ready and yet he looks like he does. hair perfectly soft, and he’s wearing a nice black suit with a wine red dress shirt underneath, his tattoos peeking out here and there. if he wasn’t a soccer player, he’d definitely either be a model or a very charming businessman.

“too handsome for you?” kaiser smirks as he catches you looking, and you have to spin on your heels to avoid getting flustered (to his face).

“shut up, kaiser, i haven’t found anything to wear,” you groan, making a beeline for your bedroom. you really wished your friends hadn’t booked a high-end restaurant for little old you—then you could literally just throw on anything and be done with it.

kaiser, completely comfortable in your apartment, strolls into your bedroom with you and starts browsing through your closet, ignoring your protests. within seconds, he finds a dress and holds it out, a lopsided smile filling his face. “how about this?”

the wine red satin dress hovers in front of you, and you have to swallow the lump in your throat before you speak, feeling the line getting blurry. “trying to get me to coordinate outfits with you or something?”

you’re trying your best but your voice quivers just a little bit, and you bet that smug smile on his face that he can hear it. “why not? we look good together,” he shrugs, as though it’s no big deal but it’s hard to stop yourself from overthinking when lately the two of you have been flirting more often and serious than usual.

rolling your eyes and trying not to be too late, you grab the dress from him and change into it, spending some time to yourself to recollect, internally cursing him for being able to make you this flustered over nothing at all.

by the time you come back out into the living room, hair all done and accessories settled, this time, kaiser’s the one who’s caught staring, shameless in the way his eyes drag over you from head to toe. you’d tease him for it, but you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for his comeback so you refrain.

as you grab your go-to black heels and sit down to strap them on properly, kaiser’s quick to offer a hand, his lithe fingers taking your heel from you, slowly inserting your feet, his eyes lingering on your face and his thumb rubbing circles around your ankle. your eyes are glued to his own, and somehow it makes you even more nervous when he’s not joking around. when he looks at you like this—serious, like he’s trying to tell you something without saying anything at all.

the way he ties the straps are gentle and precise, tight but not too tight that it’ll hurt you. you’ve jokingly told him to help you tie your shoelaces before but he’s always refused. yet now he’s helping you put on your heels on both feet without saying a word and the way his hand lingers on your calf when he’s done is enough to make you melt.

on some other day, you’d joke with him and get him to let go. today, you’re silent.

kaiser chuckles, though, his hand casually brushing up your calf slightly before he pulls away, gently patting your head as he gets up.

“let’s go.”

dinner is agonising, enjoyable, agonising.

it’s nice; being seated around a table, enjoying small talk and nonsense with the same group of friends, catching up with people like kaiser and ness who’s been away a lot because of their profession.

yeah, that part’s nice. what’s agonising about it all is how close kaiser is to you, how his right hand casually drapes around your shoulder from time to time, shifting down to your thigh sometimes, making you go crazy.

it’s not like the both of you haven’t been close before, but you feel like maybe this time, it’s different. it’s not just the close proximity, it’s the intimacy of it all that has you inwardly keeling over. what’s worse is that you think you want it, him. in a way you didn’t think to think of before.

“you sure you’re not dating him?”

miko’s words ring repeatedly in your head. somehow, your answer’s changed from nope to you sort of wish you did. you bite your lower lip, absentmindedly laughing along even if you didn’t hear the joke at all.

“you okay?” the voice in your ear nearly makes you jump up from your seat.

on your right, ness is grinning as he looks at you, like he knows something’s going on in that little head of yours. you shake your head anyway, but ness shoots you a knowing smile as his eyes briefly shift to kaiser’s arm around you before winking at you.

fuck, is that really enough to make the heat rush to your cheeks?

“y/n?” one of your other friends calls out, snapping you back to the foreground.

“what?”

“next stop: new club downtown! orange, or grape, or whatever the fuck name it is,” he drawls, excited, “you up for it?”

before you even get the chance to agree, one of the other guys speaks up. “hey kaiser, speaking of clubs, didn’t that dating rumour come up recently? the one with, uh, kaia?”

readjusting himself, kaiser pulls away from you, taking a swig of his beer. “don’t remind me,” he groans, sighing.

“why not? she’s hot!”

there’s a knot in your stomach that you can’t explain.

beside you, ness snickers. “tell ‘em what really happened, stupid.”

that manages to pique your interest.

kaiser sighs, resigning because he knows they’ll just keep hounding him if he refuses. “she tried her luck, that’s all,” he settles for something vague, trying to escape.

ness, however, ever the kind soul, expands on his words, making sure you hear every single bit—you’re not sure if he’s trying to egg you on or just see your reaction.

“please, she was trying to get you to send her home, no?” ness’ explanation gets a reaction out of the group, and you’re glad you all have a private room here so no one outside can hear you, servers included.

“shut up.”

“kaia and kaiser—has a nice ring to it.”

and even though kaiser doesn’t entertain that, you feel a little envy brewing inside you—one that you fail to drown out.

orange is filled with people; combining the fact that it’s holiday season and it’s the club’s launch night, it’s safe to say that there’s barely any room to breathe. still, your friends are all drunk on the alcohol, pulling one another to the dance floor, leaving you and kaiser at the table.

he’s still close as ever, his bare hands brushing yours, one of his arms around your waist, keeping you close.

“dance with me,” he raises his voice over the music. the way he smiles so genuinely now managing to make your heart skip a beat.

suppressing your grin, you wordlessly agree, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. he meanders the crowd skilfully, as expected considering he and ness are frequent clubbers. it’s only now that you realise you’d never gone to such a place with him, which is surprising considering your many years of friendship.

as you join your friends on the floor, you can’t help but notice how kaiser sticks to you and you alone, his hands on your waist, trickling up and down your arm, dancing along behind you. even surrounded by people, he commands your attention alone.

unfair.

but to kaiser, it’s unfair too. it’s not fair how you’re so pretty, it’s not fair how you’ve always been. it’s not fair that he’d fallen slowly for you, and now so so deep. how is it fair that even when he tries to forget you, when he tries not to mess with the friendship, that he ends up falling even more?

his eyes stay glued on you, shamelessly making sure no other man gets their hands on you—it’s fucking insulting how they try to get you to dance with them even when he’s right there. lucky for him, you’re not budging. you’re there. with him. only him. even if your other friends are here.

it’s just him and you and he wonders what you’re thinking. are you as flustered as he is right now? kaiser hasn’t even let himself drink more than one mug of beer, all because he knows this is a night he’d rather remember than risk forgetting.

“hey, isn’t that kaia?” one of your friends excitedly points out and kaiser follows his line of sight.

it is her, and she’s heading this way—but that’s not really important because what’s important is how kaiser noticed you’ve stopped dancing, awkwardly trying to shuffle away. it’s kind of funny, he swears he can tell that you might feel the same way about him. maybe you’re just more stubborn than he is.

so he keeps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“stay with me,” he whispers into your ear, and he suppressed a grin from the goosebumps searing across your neck. he guesses it’s a good sign you’re listening to him.

“kaiser, what’s up?” kaia greets, evidently trying to move for a hug but kaiser’s not budging, squeezing you closer instead.

he nods at her in acknowledgement before letting the rest of his friends throng around her for a photo.

once she’s sufficiently busy, he hears you speak up. “were you dancing with her that time too?”

kaiser manages not to snicker at your obviously jealous tone, “yeah, we went with a few other people after our shoot was wrapped up.”

you nod, and all kaiser can think of somehow is that your shampoo smells so nice. “oh, sure you don’t wanna dance with her again tonight then?”

are you testing him? it’s cute.

he shakes his head. “nah, i danced with her a lot that time already,” he teases, though he’s not too sure whether you’d take it like a joke like it was meant to. when you don’t respond, he chuckles, gently turning you to face him. “there’s one thing i didn’t do with her though.”

kaiser’s face is just inches away from yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek and he’s aware that everyone in the close vicinity is looking at the two of you but he doesn’t care.

honestly, he has to admit, he’s dreamed of doing this a thousand times over, always hovering between the decision to ruin this friendship or not. the thoughts were there whenever he’d wake up next to you on the couch. or whenever all of you met up and one of the other guys would throw their arms around you. or in the mornings when you made breakfast. there’s not a time he’s been sure whether this is what you wanted too.

hell, he’s not even sure now. but fuck, if he wastes another minute not trying he thinks he’ll kill himself for it. and he’s hoping to god this isn’t a dream because you’re not pulling away and you’re not treating this like a joke and it can only be because you want this too.

without another thought, his lips press against yours and it’s like the loud music drowns out into the background, getting lost and fading away. suddenly it’s like you’re the only thing in front of him and fuck, you taste even better than he can ever imagine.

“fuck,” he exhales, cheeks pressed against yours. “be mine?”

still breathless from that kiss, you chuckle weakly and nod, both of you earning whoos all around the room. (you make a mental reminder to tell miko before she winds up seeing this online before you get a chance to explain.)

and just like that, kaiser’s finally gotten the girl of his dreams.

“want you, baby, just you.”

the next morning, the two of you make the headlines.

LIPS LOCKED: KAISER & RUMORED GIRLFRIEND SHOW OFF THEIR LOVE

[littlelovelunette]

Hihihii!!! I've read some of your fics and I loved them so I wanted to propose something! Just like hyperactive reader messing around with jinx and them basically being best friends while sevika is watching them from the back with Isha??? If that's okay with you!! Thanks!

Set Me Up With Her

Sevika x Hyperactive!Reader

You were Jinx's best bud before Sevika took interest in you. You and Jinx did absolutely everything together and practically completed each others' sentences.

According to Jinx, you both were like siblings with the same mother. You were content being close to someone who'd explode the world if it meant the both of you could grab a laugh.

But it wasn't your love for bombs that bonded the both of you. It was the shared insanity.

Yours perhaps wasnt as severe as hers but it was still there and bothered you. Like a faint buzzing behind your eyes.

Sevika fell in love with you when you busted a few goons who had attacked her and genuinely had her at a vulnerable position. That night Sevika was sure she'd die a martyr for Zaun.

But she didn't thanks to you and Jinx.

Isha watched from afar with her mouth slightly agape as you and Jinx went in. You went for a close range while Jinx readied the remote for the bomb.

A small smile twisted on your lips and you set the bomb, one with an obnoxious snout for a face, on the guy's shirt, grabbing Sevika's flesh arm and making a run for it.

Just as you and Sevika got into a safe distance, Sevika's ears caught onto the loud BOOM!

She felt like she went deaf right then and there but after the tinnitus faded, she stared where the bomb had exploded.

"You're..." She looked at you. "Jinx's friend."

"Yeah." You said in a bored tone, tilting your pistol. "Or," you leaned in closer and uttered your name. "How 'bout you call me that for now, huh?"

Sevika grumbled and shoved you away.

Jinx climbed down with Isha on her shoulders, "Let's go!" She said cheerfully almost. "You promised you'd do my braids if we managed the bombing."

"Deal's a deal." You giggled and sighed.

Waving a last goodbye at Sevika, you left with Jinx. You knew you'd see her around. Afterall, they all did gather in the same hideout.

"That woman's hot as fuck." You told Jinx.

Jinx snorted. "Sevika?" She rolled her eyes. "She's an old lady."

"How old?" You asked.

"Forties?" Jinx shrugged nonchalantly as you both headed inside the hideout. You put your hood down and she did too.

"Well, I guess I like older women now." You grinned, leaning against the wall and crossing your arms. "You could set me up with her."

Jinx let out an exaggerated groan as she set Isha down onto the ground. Isha sat down peering up at the both of you curiously.

"Pretty please?" You gave Jinx your puppy eyes.

"I guess."

"Yay!"

That's how Jinx set you both up and now at current time, you and Jinx blew up buildings and caused havoc everywhere the both of you went.

Sevika stayed back, watching with a little grumble and a sigh, holding onto little Isha as she watched.

Although, Sevika hates the thought of you ever being close to bombs and military-grade weapons she respected you and let you do what you did. Sometimes when things got bad and you got hurt, Sevika chided, "There you go being childish and playing with bombs as if they're toys. You need to grow up."

But in all honesty Sevika didnt mind you bouncing off the walls 24/7. She actually enjoyed it to some extent.

[r0-boat]

Yessssss I lOvE your headcanons about the 2 unreleased kings 😋 must be because I love dark headcanons.... (and that in Abbadon is something couldn't miss out 😈)

But can you do some moreeee? 🥺 Like about the headcanons about interactions between kings perhaps (seven kings---!!!!) Or maybe between kings and MC pls 😚 I kinda crave for some dark contents right now (cus when I first play WHB, I already expect this 👀)

Only if you're fine with this request, and jusst ignore it if you don't okie 😘

Oh my God interactions with the Kings hshshs

I mostly just have really stupid headcanons about those guys interacting but I got some dark ones

Dark!whb King headcanons

speculation for asmodeus and belphegor(I'm writing these two before they come out)

Cw: yandere, murder, drugging/drugs, death, cannibalism, sexual slavery mentions of being sold off, most of this shit is just talking about a black market shcsdgj. This shit is dark dead dove do not eat

Disclaimer: I do not condone anything I write This is purely for fantasy written by adults for adults only!

Belphegor and asmodeus has been fully released here's the update

Links to little asks about people's questions

Question one about Satan's desires

Question two on Mammon

Satan

I don't think we talk about Satan's depression as much as we should have. What I feel like you would think himself as a wrathful monster unable to control his wrath, sometimes he would have depressive episodes where his personality is a completely 180. He's just as angry at himself as he is at everyone else.

The first time you've witnessed this depressive episode is when he accidentally struck you and made you bleed. His whole body starts shaking as he began to break down He tore apart his room and started crying and took weeks for him to calm down.

The reason why his subordinates are okay with him taking out his anger and physically hurting them is because if he doesn't have an outlet he'll take out it on himself.

Satan is dependent on you for his emotional needs. He loves you, and he needs you; please do not leave him.

Satan is definitely holding back a lot of his dark thoughts because he doesn't want to hurt you, and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold back these darker desires. Normally he tells you everything, but he doesn't want to scare you. He wants you to like him.

Leviathan

Leviathan is a budding yandere, He already stalks you. Trying to keep his obsessive thoughts underneath a layer of hatred. That hatred mixing into more obsession. Of course he wants you to love him, but he also wants to be hated by you just as much as he is loved because it gets him on your mind. And that's really all he wants. It doesn't matter if he makes you hate him. As long as you're thinking about him he is okay with that.

Because of his abuse as a child from angels I would not doubt he wouldn't know how to normally show affection.

He has killed another devil for you. And he will gladly do it again. He sends the heads of lower rank devils that you dare show a smile too under the name "You're admirer" isn't he so romantic.

Leviathan only tolerates the kings being around you because chilling one of them or they're subordinates would start a war. So to have you he must use sneakier tactics.

Beelzebub

He has a fantasy where he roofies you at a bar and takes you home with him. Whenever you go to the bathroom thinking that Your drink is safe with him, He stares blankly into the glass, thoughts swirling with mental images of your nice loopy giggly self being laid on his bed.

Angels taste like chicken, humans taste like beef, demons taste like pork. Humans so far is his favorite. Humanoid meat especially humans are delicacy and highly illegal in the Tartaros black market. A delicacy He has been recently craving.

If he ever dies he wants his last meal to be you after he fucks you of course.

Levi gives the bodies of the devils he has killed too Beel to eat.

Beel definitely does drugs He's mostly immune now... He hates that Adderall doesn't affect him the same as the others.

Mammon

Tartaros is home to the rich and the very powerful. They hold grandiose special parties where the wealthy gather. Of course Mammon attends these parties. These demons see you as a pretty little exotic pet unknowing that Mammon is the pet and you are the master. And these same demons frequently talk about how they would buy you at any price, talking about your body as if you are a piece of meat and a prize to be bought and sold. Sadly you are not for sale.

As the demon of greed flaunting is his specialty And he has definitely thought about telling you up and all his gold and jewels to bring you to one of these parties to show you off. As a message saying 'This is something you cannot have.

Mammon knows of the Tartaros Black market and he turns a blind eye, but he will gladly do something if you tell him to. Or if belphie gets off his ass and strong arms him.

Giving him a little more because getting asked for it: Mammon doesn't do shit about the black market because He owns part of it and he practically created it. This man runs his kingdom like a mafia and he is a mob boss. Shady dealings to other kingdoms smuggling goods anything for More money and greater goods.

Lucifer

Has purchased a human corpse from the same black market for scientific purposes he swears up and down.

He slowly corrupting himself He beats himself up over it but at the same time he kind of likes it.

"hey can I cut you open and look at your organs? No? Oh okay..."

Lucifer because of his past as an angel suddenly gets urges to kill you. They have gone down over time since his transformation as a devil but he really shouldn't be getting this hard over thoughts of putting his hands around your neck.

Makes aphrodisiacs as a paid commission for asmodeus. And asks you to test the drugs.

If you ever die he wants to keep your beautiful eyes.

Your blood is a beautiful drug like sweet wine. He's obsessed with the taste

Belphegor

Belphegor and his superpower of a kingdom are the only reason why the Kings actually give a damn about their laws. Nifleheim is a strong powerhouse and a great enemy to those who don't want to make one of them.

However, Belphegor isn't all justice and the law and order in fact far from that. He is the law whatever he wants he can bypass it and everyone will turn a blind eye. If you were ever sold by Mammon to the highest bidder Belphegor would be your buyer.

Grand spectacles of public executions are very popular thing in Nifleheim(Belphie Danganronpa fan)

The real horror is that belphie invest in cryptocurrency and has an NFT/j

Belphie is also completely dependent on you and he will make you stay any way necessary.

Belphie only hasn't cracked down on the others harder as he should is because he doesn't give a fuck what happens in other kingdoms if it is in his own.

Belphie thinks Asmodeus is a disgusting freak. Leviathan is an amateur to him. Satan and belphie would get along pretty well I think they would be FPS partners.

Asmodeus

All of hell's most heinous devils come here because the laws are so lax. You're wondering why this kingdom hasn't fall to complete anarchy... Apparently getting you addicted on sex and then withholding it as a punishment is surprisingly very effective.

Asmodeus would love to have you but hasn't invite you yet because... Well if your kingdom is filled with half trained rabid dogs and you throw a nice fine steak inside.... Yeahhh.

Asmodeus is actually a pretty nice dude, He's very calm, polite and chivalrous. Which makes you wonder how much of that is a mask. Something you'll never know.

Asmodeus has a harem I think that goes without saying. And he talks greatly about adding you to that harem and how you would be his favorite~

It's no secret that I think humans are a very sexualized being in hell. Asmodeus is one of the demons with a huge human kink. Humans in his eyes are still primal animals which is part of their biggest appeal to him.

Asmodeus thinks belphie has a stick up his ass and he needs to loosen the fuck up

[chokarubi]

hcs: thinking about childhood friends -> teen love -> adult love -> marriage with Rindou

(note: the way that I started writing this and realize I have 0 ability to build up the relationship, this is why I like established relationship, they're already together and we don't need to go through the set up + also this is my version of Rindou and I think he is a tsundere who is secretly a loser loverboy on the inside for his girl, so he may be OOC but he's my babe and these are my hcs) posted: 10/18/24

meeting Rindou before he got sent to juvie

meeting Rindou when you were young, stumbling across him and Ran practicing fighting moves in the park

stopping to watch them spar, interested in the way that someone so young was fighting with such skill

Ran noticing you watching and telling Rindou that they had a fan watching them practice

introducing yourself to them once they catch you watching; going to a konbini afterwards for a snack

finding out that Rindou was the same age as you and that you went to the same school (never seeing him because he's been ditching class; finally finding out who the empty desk belongs to in your class)

exchanging numbers before you left for home, asking Rindou to hang out with you sometime

becoming fast friends since you were the only person who persistently hung around, not scared away by his gang activities and frequent fights

finding out that Rindou was in juvie and visiting him every week

Tenjiku Rindou

being outside the prison to welcome Rindou (and Ran) back once they got out of juvie

Ran secretly teasing Rindou about the fact that his wifey was waiting for him (Ran totally teased him when they were inside juvie as well, seeing as you visited as much as possible)

being by Rindou's side as the Haitani brothers reestablished their dominance over Roppongi (cheering them on by the sidelines)

Rindou being aware of his crush on you but not wanting to say anything, afraid of ruining your current relationship

seeing other guys hit on you and deciding that he was greedy and wanted you all to himself

confessing to you on one of your regular outings, secretly being over the moon when you accepted

walked around like a proud peacock for a while, hyped that you had accepted his affections

Rindou spinning up some mixtapes for you on his DJ equipment (burning it to a CD and shyly handing it over to you)

introducing you to the S-62 generation (I hc that they're all buds and hung out after getting out of juvie)

being devastated when he got arrested after Izana's death; staying by his side and waiting for him, but making sure he knew he'd better make it up to you when he gets out

Bonten Rindou

Rindou following through with his promise of making it up to you; proposing shortly after he got out of prison (where would he ever find a wifey like you again?)

Rindou being so grateful that you waited for him and loved him despite his flaws

Having a small intimate wedding, inviting the remaining members of S-62, celebrating your marriage and a reunion of the members

Rindou and Ran being approached by Kakucho, Kaku inviting them to join Bonten

Rindou being hesitant to join, having you and being a married man, not being sure of where life would take you two if he got involved in the criminal life again

Rindou talking it out with you and joining Bonten along with Ran (you threatened Ran to make sure Rindou would stay safe and that they wouldn't go to jail again)

the Bonten crime life both providing generously for your lifestyle, but taking quality time with Rindou away from you

Rindou opening the nightclub along with Ran and taking you there on the opening night, dedicating an entire private suite just for you, whenever you wanted to come

Rindou promising now that things were more established he'd be dedicating more time to you like you deserve

having the occasional Bonten x S-62 crossover hangouts, meeting up with Kakucho and Mochi for dinners

being content with your position as Rindou's wifey, seemingly set for a happy life with your crime husband

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[wtfsteveharrington]

can we please have something soft and domestic with sydney! we need more content with her

a/n: this is just a lil blurb while i continue working on my actual syd fic <3

contents: mentions of kissing and intimacy but this is just soft and fluffy and delicate is the best way i can describe it.

Sydney and Carmen have a system - She takes Monday off and he takes Tuesday off. That way there’s always at least one of them there in case of any major issues. It works well for them. Gives some sort of work/life balance… Even if they still spend part of their days off concerned for the restaurant. At least they aren’t physically there. 

So, in turn, every Monday night is date night for you and Sydney. 

Sometimes you two spend the whole day in bed. Getting food delivered from the never ending bucket list of restaurants around the city you both wanted to try followed by a grocery delivery to make dessert at home. It was an indulgent day to say the least.

Other days, like tonight, the two of you took the time to get dressed up. She always stood next to you by your shared vanity to help make sure your eyeliner was even, a mess of giggles each time one eye got away from the other. "Sisters not twins, right? I think it looks good either way. 'Sides, helps me if you go in public lookin' a little crazy. Keeps people away from hitting on you."

Sydney always liked to wonder around the house while you finished getting ready. Sure, she knew your closet. Knew the general idea of what you'd end up wearing. But there was something about the surprise of your final look coming together that always took her breath away. She grabs a hold of your hand, gently spinning you around to get a full look. "Damn! Maybe we should have kept your eyeliner looking wack because this is - You look gorgeous."

And the two of you have to be careful because compliments lead to kissing which leads to you to being late for reservations you certainly cannot be late for.

She's got an Uber pulling up to take the two of you down to the Gold Coast - Maple & Ash. You bounce between cheerful small talk with your driver and watching the shops on Rush street go by in a blur. Making a mental note that someone at your job had mentioned there being a bakery right around here and that you needed to check the hours to see if you could take Sydney tonight.

You know it's a cliche, but there's something about Sydney ordering for you that makes your heart flutter. She knows your palette, knows everything you love and what you hate. Some of the ingredients on the menu are lost on you so her taking control is so welcomed.

The two of you always share your plates. Sharing what you both consider to be the best bite of each meal, wanting the other to have that experience. Sometimes Sydney quizzes you to see what flavors you're picking up and she's getting a little too proud watching your taste buds grow the way they have since you got together.

No matter what, the nights always end the same. Sydney holds your hand tight during the car ride back to your apartment, her thumb trailing along your skin. Mindlessly and comfortingly. Even if you're wearing the most simple of shoes she always makes a show of taking them off for you. Letting her hands slide up once they're taken off and message your calves. Sometimes her touch doesn't stop, hands sliding all the way up and taking care of you in the ways only she knows how.

But tonight you're both tired and the relationship is settling into more of this cheesy domestic bliss all your friends tease the two of you about.

So Sydney takes off your shoes and helps you get undressed while you grab pieces for the both of you to wear. The two of you stand shoulder to shoulder in the bathroom while you clean your faces and apple skincare. You found this face mask last week you'd been waiting until tonight to try with her and Sydney realizes she forgot to get more floss and asks you to add it to the group grocery list note you guys keep together on your phone.

She sits between your legs on the couch, curled up on your chest as your fingers run a circuit along her arms, her sides, her hips and her thighs. Any inch of skin you can get a hold of. There's a movie playing in the background as you both stay embraced. And maybe the two of you miss the second act because you're too busy kissing. Maybe the major plot twist is getting spoiled in the background while you're whispering 'I love you' to one another.

Neither of you mind.

[lambilegs]

How do you feel about bottom Lee?

There is something about reader wanting to spoil her perfect woman.

headcanons about bottom!lee harker (contains: sexual content so minor dni, reader's genitals aren't mentioned, brief mentions of hair tugging, spanking and spitting)

YESSSS poor baby just needs some spoiling and loving. let's talk about it hehe bc I have many thoughts (also bae you're completely correct, she is THE perfect woman)

noises. the noises. she'd be a little whimpering mess when you pleasure her. in all other aspects of life, this girl is a champ with the stoic face. but, when you're touching her? oh, her body is so sensitive to every little touch and she's a mess. face contorted, soft whimpers flowing from her lips

has super sensitive nipples, so when you flick and and kiss them, her entire body squirms, breath hitching when you begin to slowly suck on the rosy buds

when you lavish attention on every part of her pussy but her clit, she's shivering from above you, hips twitching, a deep whine trapped in her throat. you know she needs it, and so do you, but it's too tempting to draw those sounds out of her, to make her lose her composure

by the time you've spent several long minutes sucking on her folds, licking up her pussy lips, nuzzling your face into the light, brown puff of hair scattered on her mound, she's a mess. breaths heaving and panting, biting back cries of impatience, her pretty pink clit wet and throbbing, swollen under the hood

if she's in a dominant mood, she'll tighten her hold on your head, firmly ordering you to give her what she wants, even if her voice is shaking with desire. but, if she's in a more subby mood, she'll simply whine and release broken begs, like just, "please..." or, "I can't-- need more," too shy to explicitly state what she needs

when you finally get your lips on her slippery little bud, hooking your mouth around it and slowly sucking it in, her sensitive hips immediately start bucking up, gasps accompanied by a little, "ah..."

I kinda feel like lee, if she enjoys bottoming a lot, would be the kind to use a dildo on herself, enjoying the feeling of having her hole stretched out and filled to the brim. this would lead to your fingers sliding in her easily, and when you first do this and tease her for it, her mouth twists in embarrassment, looking away

if you pair your movements with dirty talk, she's a goner. kissing her thighs, murmuring softly, "you open so well for me," will have her a flustered mess, tightening on your fingers and unable to make eye contact with you

LOVES receiving the strap. god like it's making ME feel so many things to think about omg. she'd be so awkward if you guys are in missionary and you're attentively looking down on her, silently casting her eyes down to your shoulder, or pressing her face against your neck, kissing it and moaning. or I could also see her enjoying riding you, pumping her hips up and down -- she likes the control it gives her, especially if she's in a more dominant mood. she gets shy from it, though, since her entire body is on despair and the way you stay at her makes her feel equal parts aroused and embarrassed. if she's in a rougher mood, she'll tug on your hair or spit on your mouth and face

oh oh and speaking of eye contact, while she does get awkward from it while accepting the pleasure you're giving her, she also loves the intimacy of locking eyes with you through it. your gaze, so admiring and soft, makes her feel pliant, safe and wholly desired -- things she's not used to feeling, but loves experiencing with you. besides, if she gets too unnerved by it, she can always pull you in for a long kiss -- another intimate thing she enjoys doing, wetly and sloppily, as you push into her. especially when you get your thumb on her clit and her moans get even louder

one hundred percent braces her hands on your lower back and ass, encouraging you to thrust faster and harder into her. like, I can def see her being a power bottom sometimes, sucking on your nipples and spanking you as you fingerfuck or push your strap into her. or if she's in a dominant mood, murmuring words of encouragement against your ear, like, "good, you're doing so good for me," grazing her teeth against the lobe and chuckling when she feels your movements stutter

when she comes, she tosses her head back, eyes screwing shut and mouth hanging open as she loudly moans, her walls clenching down on you. hips ever so sensitive, she writhes and writhes. sometimes, she'll bite into your neck when she does, trying to muffle her noises

[divider by: @cannibalim]

[kairiscorner]

hi there!! :)) I saw that ur requests were open again and I wanted to ask if you could do a hc or short fic(?) for like a Hobie x Spiderperson! reader where they've got this vibe that they're dating???

Like whenever anyone asks about it they have no clue and reject the idea since Hobie doesn't believe in labels and the reader doesn't want to be tied down. But! they both get suuuper jealous whenever either of them gets too close/flirts with other people and drags them away or smth huehruehdids

Maybe they confess??? What if one time the jealousy gets too much or one of them got really hurt and the other realizes that they might never be able to tell the other their feelings? Maybe a big kiss at the end bc of the exploding feelings? That's all, thank you and have a great day!!! :DD

HI ANONNNN <33 omg i love so much WHAT i hope i do this justice <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"so... are you two a, y'know, a thing?"

questions like these never fail to keep you quick on your toes, especially since nothing could be farther from the truth. you and hobie were just good friends, really good friends. just a couple of buds that always had each other's back when battles go awry, or when the other gets in trouble for a few stunts here and there. you two were just... very close, is what you would call it, neither of you really used labels to express what you two were to each other.

hobie hated labels anyway to begin with, never believed in them and certainly doesn't want to use them to describe his relationship with you. he never felt the need to, all he was certain of was that if you were there for him, he'd obviously be there for you–even if you never asked for him to be, it was always a given.

you yourself were a free-spirited type of person, you refused to be weighed down by commitment when you already had yourself to worry about. and besides... you didn't feel anything for hobie, did you? nah, you didn't, you just thought that he was really, really cool. and awesome. and inspiring. and rebellious for the right reasons. and so... just, just a lot of amazing things.

you two wanted to make it clear: there was nothing going on between you two. and even though you convinced some of the folks at the spider society, a lot of others were still highly skeptical of you two, not that you guys cared, you two knew each other well. or so you both thought.

though hobie was always your first pick for a partner on a mission, you were being paired up with a lot of different spider people recently. and though it was no problem for hobie, you worried about leaving him alone. "hey, now, don't get all sentimental on me. i never believed in consistency, anyway. you're amazing, of course everyone wants you on their team. i'll catch you on the flipside," he'd tell you something along those lines and just... be gone for the rest of the day.

you tried not to worry so much, but guilt ate away at you sometimes and distracted you. but soon, this routine became more and more commonplace for you two, to the point that it distracted you seldom times when you heard that hobie was okay, he wasn't avoiding you, he was just... off somewhere else, and that much was enough to put you at ease.

you hung around the new people you met more and more often, even when hobie was around. you never meant to replace him, you could never do that; you just had your own life, and hobie... hobie knew. he understood that not every day can be for you two to share together, but honestly, he wished he didn't have to share your attention with these other guys, despite how well they mean, he wanted just you and him together for one more day; one more day, just like how it all was before this new change in routine.

little did hobie know that wish would come true sooner than he thought; for as you two were sent on a mission together, with just you two together, hobie had to admit how much he missed you--how much he wanted for things to be the way they once were. "i know i said i never believed in consistency, labels, and... i don't. but when it comes to you, i just have these thoughts, these thoughts of seeing you smile because of me, feeling your hand in mine after a long fight, getting together to make mischief and getting each other out of it--i really missed that... i missed you."

and you thought you were crazy for hearing that right then and there, because you yourself felt that exact same way. "i... i really missed you, too, hobie." you'd admit, and that was all the admission hobie needed to hear. "if you'll let me, may i... show you just how much i've missed you?" he ask as he brings his hand to your cheek and gazes into your eyes as you become more and more embarrassed about your feelings for him, but so was he when he realized you were, and are, all he ever loved.

you agreed, and in the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. you felt his piercings, they were cold amidst both of your lips touching each other, but you two fit so well together; you two were each other's missing link, the only one who can right each other's wrongs and make them feel much more... alive.

though you two still refused to give other people any labels when asked about you two--because how was it their business, right?--you two knew just the other meant to you: it was ride or die with you, and only you; nobody else could replace or be the other, you're all he'll ever want, and he's all you could ever hope to love.

a/n: I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD AAAAAAAA, I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS THOUGH <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @ii01vq @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @fictarian @pixqlsin

[pkg4mumtown]

Special Weapons and Tactics (Ch. 6)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Original Male Character (OMC)

Rating: Mature

Summary: León and Hotch meet up by chance one morning and Hotch asks him an important question.

Content Warnings: strong language, first person POV, mostly fluff, mentions of NSFW

A/N: Thanks for the love everyone!

Spotify Playlist songs for Chapter 6: Brand New Man, Everlong, Wanna Be Yours

Also available on AO3

tags: @l-a-u-r-aaa

A late night on a case meant I woke up an hour later than I intended to if I wanted to make the 6:00 AM morning class at my Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gym. I glanced at the clock, seeing that the class started two minutes ago and sighed. Deciding to get a quick workout in before heading to the office anyway, I changed into some shorts and a fitted moisture-wicking shirt to run in. Grumbling to myself for being late, I rushed to get ready. When I was dressed, I grabbed ear buds on my way out leaving the apartment in under ten minutes. Luckily, my hair was short enough to not need a hat, not having broken out of the convenience of the close cropped haircut I had in the Navy.

September 2010

I got to the park on foot and warmed up briefly before starting, not wanting to make myself later than I already was. I decided to start with conditioning and end it with a run on the path through the park.

I was dripping in sweat by the time I dropped down for my last dreaded burpee. I loathed them but conditioning was conditioning. I popped back up, ripping my ear buds out of my ears to hang around my neck so I could catch my breath and relax for a second. When I opened my eyes, a familiar tall, dark-haired man was running along the path in front of me.

Oh, I’d know that frown anywhere.

I pulled the towel hanging from my pocket out and wiped my face as I took off in a jog in the direction he ran. I stuffed the end of the towel back in my pocket and sped up a little to catch up despite the protesting in my legs. I patiently waited for the traffic on the other side of the path to clear before passing the woman in front of me.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” I murmured and ran around her.

From there, I had a clear path to Hotch and finally was able to catch up to him without completely draining my energy or eating shit on the pavement.

“Hey, Hotch stuff. Come here often?” I asked breathlessly.

The incredulous look he gave me was worth the sprinting I did to catch up to him.

“Where did you come from?” he huffed trying to talk while out of breath and running. He smiled at me despite his tone.

“Saw this hot guy run by and had to follow him, obviously.”

Hotch rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean. I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Ah—I woke up too late this morning for jiu-jitsu, so I came here instead. I run here sometimes but usually earlier than this.”

“That explains it.”

I tried to keep my attention forward, but he was wearing a compression tank top, and his freckled shoulders were on full display. It was a companionable silence otherwise, with mostly murmurs of plans for the week as we preferred to not talk about cases in public no matter how much we would redact it.

“Jack's soccer started up again, the field is nice and fresh,” Hotch murmured between breaths unexpectedly.

“Oh, cool. Rossi helps you coach, right?”

“Yea,” Hotch answered, leaving a trail at the end indicating he wasn’t finished. “I actually wanted to talk to you about that,” he cleared his throat. “He can’t make the rest of the practices, games, or the tournament they have at the end of the season. He's got some personal stuff to deal with on those weekends.”

“So…” I understood what he was insinuating but didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Our footfalls on the pavement were the only sound for a while.

“So, would you—maybe—have free time? The practices are Fridays at 6:00 PM at those fields over there,” he points down the park to the other end. “The games are usually Saturday at 8:00 AM. The tournament will be on a Saturday and Sunday, same time. No pressure, of course, and only if you want to.”

I thought over my next few weekends. My brother and Ben would be visiting one of those weekends but I could take them to breakfast after the game. That could work. I would usually help my jiu-jitsu professor with class on Saturdays at 11:00 AM but giving that up for a morning with Aaron? I thought it was worth it. Plus even if we didn’t spend time together after, I could still probably make the class after the game.

“Haley will likely be there, too,” He dropped as an afterthought.

That revelation almost made me stop mid-run which wouldn’t have been the brightest of ideas. That part hadn’t quite dawned on me until he said it. Obviously Jack’s mom would be at his soccer games. Duh.

“N—Naturally. Of course,” I chewed on my top lip nervously. “Why—uh—why me? Derek is really good coaching kids.”  

Hotch threw me an incredulous glare out of the corner of his eye. I could practically hear the word “idiot" float through the air between us. It was obvious he was asking me to spend whatever time we could get together, but his ex? Really?

“It’s because I’m Mexican, isn’t it?” I attempted to deflect. “Because I’ll have you know, I didn’t play soccer growing up, I wrestled.”

That got Hotch’s attention, his eyes irresponsibly drifting down and imaginging what I would look like now in a wrestling singlet. He blinked, realizing he wasn’t looking where he was going the looked forward again. He was silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it’s fast and…probably intimidating with Haley,” Hotch was good at hiding the disappointment in his words, but I could tell he genuinely understood the hesitation.

It had been about two months since I carried Hotch out of that basement and we would meet up as often as we could, which usually always ended up being breakfast since neither of us were brave enough to ask for a dinner yet. Nothing as heated as those kisses between us undercover had transpired either. A couple quick pecks as we arrived or departed if we were relatively hidden but nothing so…public.

“Yea, I can swing it. My brother, Andrés—uh-er—honestly he prefers Andrew. I only call him Andrés when I’m mad at him,” I practically word vomitted, earning me a laugh with a glimpse of his teeth. Those were rare. “Anyway, Andrew and Ben will be here in a few weeks just for the weekend, but I can always meet them after.”

“Invite them. Jack is a social butterfly. That’s all from Haley,” Hotch offered.

I resisted snorting because Hotch was anything but a butterfly, social or otherwise, “Yea, yea I could. Thank you.”

“So, that’s a ‘yes’?”

“It's a ‘yes’,” I confirmed and saw the smile on Hotch's face.

The terror I felt in my chest was worth it.

The run continued in silence for the most part, besides our huffing and puffing. I never inquired how far he was running or how far he was into the run but figured I would just wait it out instead.

“I’m stopping at the poles around this bend, by the way,” Hotch finally spoke up.

Thank fuck.

“Awesome. My legs hurt,” I huffed out a laugh.

“You barely ran anything,” Hotch scoffed, pushing against my upper arm with his.

Little shit.

If we weren’t in public I’d have his ass on the grass in a second. Unfortunately, my actions after the fact would be publicly indecent and jail worthy.

“I did an entire workout before I stalked you, Hotchner,” I shoved him back with my forearm. “Race you to the end?”

“I gu—”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond as I took off in a sprint with the last 200 meters or so that was left. Aaron, in all his long-limbed glory caught up faster than I anticipated, so I did my best to push harder. As soon as I passed the poles, my body gave up and I propped my hands on my knees as I hunched over to catch my breath.

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” Hotch breathed heavily.

“Do not—sass me—Aaron,” I practically threw myself on the grass and dragged my shirt up to get some air flow.

I caught Aaron staring at the skin I exposed, all lean muscle twitching and heaving as I fought to catch my breath. I met his gaze just in time to throw him a smirk before his attention was pulled away.

“Wow, what are you guys training for?” The woman I had previously passed slowed to a stop in front of Hotch. “You lost me a while back.”

“Oh, uh, a triathlon next year. But, nothing right now,” Hotch answered, blind-sided by the new person, his mind very much still focused on the hot, sweaty mess laying on the grass.

“The FBI triathlon, right?”

Hotch froze comically, understandably apprehensive to confirm or deny that given our jobs.

“You are an agent,” she continued with a knowing smile.

My brows furrowed and I lifted my head up from the grass, propping my torso up with my forearms to watch Hotch internally flail, “I work for the DOJ, yes.”

The woman gave him a teasing laugh, “I’ve seen you in a suit at the rec center pool.” The context put us a little more at ease, though most people in this vicinity wear suits so it was still a bit of a leap. “I’m doing one soon, too. If you—or you,” she finally acknowledged my presence on the floor, “need a training partner…”

“I’m usually here an hour earlier than this, so it’ll just be him,” I threw Aaron under the bus with little to no hesitation.

“That’s okay, too,” she smiled at him, eyelashes batting for a moment. She patted her pockets and fished out a card, slipping it to Hotch.

I finally picked myself up off the floor to save him, coming over to stand a little closer than I should have been. I could tell he was being nice but was acting awkward because I was present and he probably didn’t want to hurt my feelings. The overbearing weight of his sexuality coupled with my presence did not help his situation.

“I—uh—okay,” Hotch cleared his throat and pocketed the card.

“Hey, I just got a text,” I touched his shoulder to get his attention. The look he shot me was a mixture of a plea for help as well as a warning to not do anything brash or indecent. “Do you mind giving me a ride home? I'm running a little late,” I continued.

“Yea, no problem.”

“No worries, I’ll see you around?” she directed her smile to Hotch.

“Yea,” he gave her a polite smile.

With that, she was running off in the opposite direction and Hotch and I made the trek toward his car.

“Aye, guapo,” I laughed with a teasing tone. “Talk about the FBI's Most Wanted,” I bumped my shoulder against his.

“Shut up,” he murmured, rolling his eyes.

“Hit on twice this month, Hotchner. It’s like you still got it or something…” I teased, sliding a hand around his waist and leaning into him. I knew he wasn’t huge on PDA in public, so I retracted my hand after a short amount of time, only to feel his hand come to the base of my neck with his thumb tracing the rough, stubbled edge of my hair.

My brain switched into a full system blue screen at the touch.

“I—um—she was cute, no?” I stumbled over my words as a shiver ran down my spine.

Hotch just shot me an amused glare.

“Papito, I’m gay, not blind,” I smacked his stomach with the back of my hand.

I saw a flush creep up Hotch’s face at the pet name that slipped from my lips. It was extremely unintentional, a simple byproduct of my comfort level with the man. All of my casual mannerisms had been slipping out around him now for weeks.

“So, are you gonna call her? What’s her name?” I urged, waving my hand toward his pocket.

“Her name is Beth, and I don’t know,” I felt the roughness of his thumb trace my hair again.

“Could be nice to have training partner,” I hummed.

“You actually volunteered for that position,” Hotch reminded me.

“Oh, shit,” I cringed. “I’m usually more reliable than that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he punctuated with a squeeze of his hand on my neck.

“How about we compromise on time? Say 5:30 AM?”

“5:45 AM,” he counters with a grimace.

“Fine,” I bumped his hip a little as we walked. “I’ll send you the split I usually do throughout the week for the events in the event you’re on a case.”

We approached his car, and I realized that I neglected to tell him I didn't actually need a ride.

“I can walk home, I sort of made that text up for your sake,” I separated from him as we approached.

“I know you did,” he tilted his head. “I’m still driving you.”

“I—”

Hotch opened the passenger door and waved me in expectantly, “I don’t have all day.”

I climbed in and he flashed me a satisfied smile as he ran over to the driver’s side.

I gave Hotch directions as we drove and we pulled up to my building in no time at all. It was unsurprising considering I walked there, but disappointing at the duration nonetheless.

“This is me,” I sighed and took my seat belt off. I didn't immediately get out of the SUV, and turned to look at him instead, “You know I—uh—was only asking you about Beth because you know you’re allowed to have...options, right?” I stressed the word “options” hoping he would understand. There was no label to what we had, not that we had much.

Hotch was quiet, which I knew wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I felt his hand grip my forearm as he stared at me intently. His eyes were darker inside the car, but I could see them cataloguing micro expressions at lightning speed. I felt extremely vulnerable under his calculating gaze, but not uncomfortable.

I was about to open my mouth again to break the silence when I felt his mouth cover mine. I couldn't even recall when he’d leaned closer as every thought vanished from my brain. Hotch was tentative at best and it took everything I had to stay firmly planted in my seat as I felt his hand leave my forearm and find my jaw and back of my neck. The nerves left him quickly after that and suddenly his lips were more urgent and I struggled to keep up. The car was not an ideal venue for comfort but one hand was gripping his upper arm while the other found his knee as I pushed back against him equally. My had slipped up his thigh without thought and I felt his teeth barely scrape my bottom lip. It was enough to rip a rather embarrassing whine from my throat as I squeezed his arm.

It was also enough for me to break the kiss and rest my forehead against his as I caught my breath.

Fuck.

"Did that feel like I want other options, León?” he murmured between breaths.

“Mm, mm,” I shook my head subtly. The two hums were all I could manage at that point.

I brushed my lips against his, nothing as heated as before and only because I missed the feeling.

“I should go,” I murmured.

“Yea,” he confirmed, eyes still glued to my lips.

With a surge of confidence, I pressed back into his mouth. My body lifted off the seat with the aid of my feet pressing into the floor mats, serving to push him back firmly into his seat and get my head above his. I timed it just right, sliding my hand from his arm to his neck, tilting his chin up with my thumb and dipping my tongue past his teeth. My other hand moved from his thigh to sneak underneath his compression shirt and smooth over the soft, damp skin of his abdomen. It was Aaron’s turn to groan from a combination of my actions and I swallowed each vibration that left his chest.

It wasn’t until the backed-up traffic on my street caused two cars to almost collide, their horns blaring and causing us to separate like we’d been caught.

“I’ll see you?” I nuzzled back into his face for another brief kiss.

“You will,” Hotch hummed as I pulled back, sitting so heavily in the seat that the car shook violently. “Be careful.”

“You, too,” I gripped his upper arm, running my thumb along his bicep.

“One more?” he murmured. The smirk that spread across his lips was devious as he leaned back in.

I welcomed his face with both hands, keeping him close for a few seconds before the kiss broke with a light smack.

“Good luck hiding the burn,” I laughed against his lips, pulling back and running my thumb along his chin where my stubble had left an angry friction mark.

“Worth it.”

I reluctantly pulled myself away before I never left his car. I was all too aware that my shorts were not to a socially acceptable standard, so I fixed the issue as best as I could—hearing Hotch’s breathy laughs as I did—and hoped no one paid attention as I raced inside my building.

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Chapter 7 - Coming Soon

[veryblushyswitch]

Arnold S. and Gerald J. ~ (best friend tickle hcs) 🏈

These best buds deserve some tickle content! 🏈

🏈 ~ Arnold is such a sensitive little guy. Both emotionally and physically. Of course Gerald takes advantage of it.

🏈 ~ They've known each other since preschool, so tickle fights were a constant occurrence when they found the other was ticklish.

🏈 ~ Arnold is usually on the receiving end of it. Gerald has both an older brother and a younger sister, so he's got his fair share of knowledge on how to tickle someone.

🏈 ~ Arnold gets him from time to time, but it only happens if Arnold is able to get at Gerald's worst spots or get him by surprise.

🏈 ~ Gerald doesn't hate being tickled, but he gets it enough at home so he doesn't necessarily like it or seek it out.

🏈 ~ Gerald is all about his cool image, and if it got out that he got tickle attacked by his big bother, and sometimes his little sister, he would never leave his room again.

🏈 ~ Arnold, being an only child, never had that type of sibling relationship so he really appreciates the friendship he has with Gerald. Especially the brotherly things like tickle fights.

🏈 ~ Arnold never knew it was something he looked forward to until it became a regular occurrence at sleepovers.

🏈 ~ Gerald had a hunch that Arnold didn't mind being tickled when he noticed how little he would put up a fight against him. And how Arnold would playfully provoke him in a way to get Gerald to retaliate.

🏈 ~ When Gerald asked about him about it, he didn't even know how much he enjoyed being tickled at first until Gerald made him think about it.

🏈 ~ He realized it was a comforting and fun thing to him. Something that brings him closer to his friends and family.

🏈 ~ While he would never judge anyone else for feeling the same way he does, he can't help but feel a bit flustered about it since it's so silly.

🏈 ~ Gerald assures him it's nothing to be embarrassed about. And, in his teasy little voice, that he'd tickle him whenever he wants. Cue Arnold becoming a stammering mess- 💖

🏈 ~ Gerald tickles Arnold to get him to go to bed when Gerald's ready to sleep but Arnold is still up and has some energy. Gerald gets wake up tickles tho because Arnold gets up at fucking 7am even on the weekends.

🏈 ~ Gerald loves sneaking up behind Arnold in school and tasing his sides. Arnold always jumps and Gerald loves it.

🏈 ~ Arnold’s favorite way to receive tickles from Gerald are during tickle fights. Although the doesn’t really mind when he just full on tackles Arnold to the ground and wrecks him.

🏈 ~ Gerald has to keep up his cool tickle monster persona ✨

🏈 ~ Gerald is so sassy and teasy when he’s tickling Arnold. He’s also a sarcastic little guy.

🏈 ~ Saying stuff like, “Dang, Arnold. I think my ears are ringing because of how loud that squeal was.”

“I wonder if this spot will work~” (he knows it’s one of Arnold’s worst spots)

“Ya know, for someone who’s so chill all the time, you sure are making a heck of a lot of noise right now. I wonder what Helga would think if she knew~”

🏈 ~ Arnold is teasy too. Gerald snorts and Arnold can’t help but giggle everytime he does and says that he sounds like Abner. (Arnold’s pet pig) 🐽

🏈 ~ Arnold is the only person Gerald knows who actually doesn't mind being tickled. He playfully teases Arnold about it of course, never in a mean way though. Gerald thinks it matches his personality.

🏈 ~ Arnold never really gets flustered about things, so seeing him get all blushy and embarrassed about tickling is so hilarious to Gerald.

🏈 ~ And Gerald doesn't mind tickling him either. It's fun and he never really gets to be on the giving side of it thanks to his older brother. He tickles his younger sister sometimes, but it's more fun with Arnold.

🏈 ~ If Arnold is going on about something that involves his friends and he feels the need to help, Gerald will interrupt and tickle him to pieces.

🏈 ~ Of course Gerald will actually talk with him, but he needs to remind Arnold every now and then that he doesn’t need to get stressed and solve everyone’s problems.

🏈 ~ There have been days where Arnold was stressed about things, and he felt lee moods for the first time. He had now idea what they were or even how to deal with them.

🏈 ~ He talked to Gerald about how he felt this fluttery feeling, almost like butterflies, and how he can't stop smiling or blushing. Gerald had a feeling he knew what to do.

🏈 ~ Since then, Gerald always knew when Arnold was in a lee mood or in need of a little stress reliever.

🏈 ~ Arnold has trained Abner to help him tickle Gerald. However, that heavily backfired on him when Gerald used his tactic right back at him.

🏈 ~ Gerald has for sure teased Arnold about a scenario where Helga, or the girl he had a crush on at the time, learned he was ticklish. Arnold had never felt so flustered in his life-

🏈 ~ Poor little guy 💖

🏈 ~ When Arnold and Helga started dating, Gerald was the one who got Arnold to tell Helga about the tickling thing. As if Helga didn’t already know-

🏈 ~ Gerald and Helga for sure tickle Arnold together. Gerald spilled all of his ticklish secrets and weaknesses to her. Not to mention while they’re tickling him which makes it even more flustering.

🏈 ~ Helga and Gerald kinda form this frenemy type bond after Arnold and her started dating.

🏈 ~ Gerald claims he can tickle Arnold better since they’ve been friends for so long, but Helga being her competitive self and his girlfriend is of course always down to prove him wrong.

🏈 ~ Arnold would never admit it, but he’s so glad Gerald spilled the beans about everything he’s learned over the years to Helga.

🏈 ~ Overall, they are so besties and playfully roughhouse with each other a lot. And neither could ask for a better best friend.

[molluskzone]

I'm all for showing and not telling when it comes to LGBT characters, in fact I never write "proper" coming-out scenes myself because I find them to be a bit forced. Like when the plot grinds to a halt for the main character to lecture the audience about the exact nuances of their identity in a way that makes you feel like you're in some sort of classroom or workshop (especially if it's completely out of character. I don't think a russian guy born in the 1920s would know what stargender means)? Really weird writing and I understand not liking that.

HOWEVER, literally every single time I see someone whining about this who ISN'T gay themselves, it's always just because they want to be able to ignore it. And the most frustrating part is that they will tell you all day and night that "I'm totally fine with gays you can ship whatever you want I just PERSONALLY disagree in this case because its so vague! They're just super good buds!" Like... Okay, so anything SHORT of a character saying "I am a gay homosexual this means I only like people of the same gender isn't being a big gay homo super cool" is so vague that it's just friendship (even if the characters in question are referred to as "a couple" COMPLETE with sexual references that would 10000% be interpreted as romantic if they were an opposite sex pairing), but if they DO go into detail about how gay they are, it's cringe content because "gay people are just normal so why do you feel the need to play it up hmmmm"... because people like you will just ignore it because its too vague to be confirmation...

There is literally 0 way to argue with these people because I really do think that they BELIEVE that they don't have a problem with gay people. They just get annoyed when the gay content is too obvious and think that that annoyance must be ONLY cause by weird writing, which is hard to argue with since forced coming out scenes ARE cringe and weird and this is sometimes actually true. They misinterpret their own feelings of discomfort with LGBT people as something inherently wrong with the text because they just aren't self aware and think their personal feelings and biases are objective fact. What I'm actually saying here is: stop arguing with these people because you're never gonna get through to them unless they gain a little self awareness. Calling them homophobic isn't helpful because they don't believe that to be the case. Using logical arguments won't work because they aren't self aware enough to separate their personal feelings and the "objective" quality of the text. And if self awareness isn't the problem, they're just homophobic so you shouldn't bother anyways. Like don't sacrifice your own story for the sake of "spiting" people like this because it will never work.

[wastelandeer]

What are some of the main ways Blue and Jack show love towards the people around them? Are they very physically affectionate? Generous with their words of affirmation? Or do they show their love in less obvious ways?

Ahhhh I meant to answer this earlier!! Well bonus (?) I guess because I got more time to think about it and thus will ramble.

Blue I'd say isn't very physically affectionate- she's used to having her space and is respectful of others'. She's very 'pat on the shoulder because I don't know how else to show you I care'

I see her as a person who has been alone and independent for a long time. She's a Tiefling who has been trying to be the platonic ideal of a good citizen just to show you that her kind are worth consideration. She has a good business and while she was never wealthy she was fine. Sure she didn't have close friends or a partner but she was content to coast along on this kind of lonely artist road. Maybe get some cats when she was older. And then the whole events of the game happened.

Karlach definitely helps her get over a lot of things just by being an example. What's really funny is Blue is like a foot shorter than her so you have a red/blue dynamic both yelling that excuse me my friend asked for no pickles and the tiny one is just as ready to throw down.

She shows friendship at first by gifting- as I've said before she's like a corvid and will pick up on things other people seem interested in. Definitely keeps a mental file of everyone's coffee order and favorite candy bar.

Jack on the other hand is way more physical. This is unsurprising given the whole Durge thing, but he seems to have no personal space. Hugs everyone. He met you five minutes ago but seems like you need one, bud. Guy who puts a hand on your shoulder while he's talking and this can either be as encouragement or intimidation, it's difficult to tell sometimes because he'll slip into the second with surprising rapidity.

He's just a generous about telling you how much he appreciates you, your presence, or what he likes about you. Guy who upon first meeting a person will tell them one thing he likes. Even enemies get a compliment before he comments on how bad their vibe is ("First of all- love the ambiance of your clinic. Very spooky fits perfectly. Second- hate the hand knives.")

If you show him a slight percentage of the affection that he shows to others, he will be confused and kind of hate it. You need to ease him into it like a rescue dog.

He'll also fistfight your ex behind a Denny's without you even asking.

[bagopucks]

J. Hughes - It’s Out There

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Jack Hughes x Reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: a bit of ass grabbing💕, talk of ED, general angst (not proofread)

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The horror stories weren’t exactly true, but they also weren’t far off. College is what one makes of it. That I learned early on. I kept up with the work, I built a steady routine, I put forth my best effort. Things so far had been fine. I had enough time for my major and my life.

Taylor on the other hand.. she wanted to party. I loved her. I truly did, but sometimes her complaining stressed me out. We were roommates, and I always offered my best advice and a helping hand when she needed it. But she never put forth her own effort. Jack often heard about her when I needed time to complain.

Today though, I had gotten her to sit down with me and study. I promised breaks here and there, and even a late dinner. We’d both missed out on lunch for finals, neither of us were exactly hungry considering the stress. We were in need of food. But more importantly, we were in need of better help.

I managed well with our other classes we had together. I let her copy my notes and we discussed and reviewed, but when it came to math, we were both scattered.

So we decided to take a brief break.

I leaned back against the wall, sitting on my bed, while Taylor mirrored me from her own bed. I texted Jack, while she no doubt scrolled through social media.

I enjoyed the silence. Not interrupted or broken by anything but the quiet flow of air through the AC in the room. Occasionally Taylor would send me something on Instagram, and our silence shifted into both of us scrolling through our social media apps and sending each other things.

I sent her a video of a French bulldog, I received a post in return that I couldn’t quite make out from the small notification. So I opened it.

“Jack Hughes Finally Off The Market?”

It wasn’t anything more than one of those meme pages, but the photo of Jack and I kissing at his favorite cafe in the city- that was what caught me off guard. I felt my stomach turn, my entire being feeling like it fell through the floor.

It had been pitch black that night. Nobody had even been on that street when we came out. How did somebody get a photo?

“Tay,” I glanced at the likes. There were enough to make me nauseous. I decided to check the comments, hopeful that perhaps somebody would point out how it was a joke. I knew that was unlikely though.

“Where’d you find this?” Fear gripped my heart as I read through comments.

‘Can’t see her face :|’

‘Great content bud’

‘Fuck her’

‘Don’t worry guys, it’s me’

‘Hands couldn’t even fit around that ass’

‘I’ll bet she’s pretty’

A different degree of reactions all around. My gaze remained on some longer than others.

“Just on Instagram. Since you started dating Jack I just.. I don’t know, guess I started keeping up with the hockey stuff.”

Taylor looked up at me, and I looked up at her. I was pale, she looked careless.

“Hun.. I wouldn’t worry. It’s a meme page. Nobody takes their stuff seriously.”

Taylor had a point, but at the end of the day.. that was still a photo of me and Jack. Whether people believed it or not, to me, that was very clearly, me and Jack.

“Why don’t we skip the next break and get back to studying.. okay?”

I was reluctant to agree, but Taylor eventually pried my attention away from my phone. Or at least she thought she did.

The rest of our night was spent studying. We had gone out to grab something to eat from the nearest fast food place, and ate together watching the hockey team of my hometown city play. The Devils didn’t have a game scheduled for a few days, so I took it as an opportunity to check up on my other team of interest.

After the hockey game, we had both called it a night. With the lights out, and the only sound being the occasional thump of footsteps or somebody in a room around us, my mind wandered. It wandered to the point that I had grabbed my phone again to check for any news.

Nothing.

The internet still seemed oblivious.

I went back to the post to look at it. There were more comments and likes, but nobody had considered it a real possibility yet.

I spent hours awake, staring at the screen, turning it off only to give in and turn it back on, waiting for my entire world to crumble around me.

I fell asleep somewhere around four am.

When I woke up, I forced myself away from my phone to focus on my last final. I told Jack that I would visit him after it was completed and I was off for spring break. I had that to look forward to, but every time I thought of Jack, I thought of that post. So I pushed it to the back of my mind as I entered my professor’s classroom and set my phone by others on the front desk.

I’d attest to the fact that my mind wandered a few times, but I would also say I thought the exam went well. Taylor promised to meet me in the mess hall when we were both done.

I stepped out of the classroom and flipped my phone in my hand. With spring break beginning officially for me, I only had one other thing to stress about.

Opening my Instagram was like stepping into a whole new world. I followed the Devils, the NHL page, ESPN, and a few others. Mostly just for news on Jack when it came out. But this time, the news about Jack made me sick.

I slowed to a halt in the hallway, before my body went into autopilot.

The first post in front of me was the New Jersey Devil holding a bottle of champagne in a photo. The caption was a mess of words in my head. A congratulations.. with my account tagged.

I forced myself to lower my phone as I jogged through the halls and out the first exit I found.

When I got outside, my pace slowed, and I lifted my phone again.

I opened the Devils story first. Another congratulations post to Jack.. and me. My name. Next to Jack’s. Something the media team was no doubt doing to try and poke fun at the situation. It was all in good fun for them. I could understand, but at the same time it made me want to throw up. They hadn’t even spoken to Jack or me. They didn’t even ask if we wanted to remain private. Instead they simply confirmed everything. As the story played through, the next one for the NHL opened. It was a repost, with a message that said, ‘welcome to the NHL WAGS FAM.’ With my account tagged.

I could not imagine the page doing it for another player, but this was Jack Hughes. This was one of their most followed guys in the league. They’d cover every moment of his life if it meant more money and a bigger following.

ESPN had a more formal address on the topic, but it was still about Jack and I nonetheless.

I blacked out. I blacked out so hard that I barely even noticed I was in my dorm until I heard the door click shut behind me. Panic was the only thing I had really felt before. Until I looked at the posts. The posts, then the comments.

There were a select few who congratulated, but the majority? The huge crowds? They hated me. It made a sense of dread bubble up in my throat, until a quiet cry escaped. Girls insulted me in every photo posted, guys asked why Jack went after me, some even said I was nothing but a distraction. People made fun of me for being a secret, they tore me down for not setting my life aside to follow him and his hockey dreams.

How did they even know about my life so quickly? How did they know where I went to college?

I made a split second decision. I grabbed a duffel bag from my closet and began to throw clothing inside. I was certain that I had forgotten things along the way, but there was nothing a quick visit to the convenience store couldn’t fix. I put my laptop in the bag, as well as various chargers I hadn’t bothered to ravel up.

I was panicked, and the one person I wanted to see was an hour away. Taylor called me a few times while my phone laid on my bed, but I hadn’t called her back until I was out of my dorm room and headed for the car.

“Hey! We were supposed to meet up.” Taylor’s voice called through the phone. I sniffed quietly. I hadn’t begun crying yet, but my nose was running nonetheless.

“I have to go into New Jersey early.” I spoke through a shaky voice. I tossed my bag into the back seat of my car before climbing into the front. I was quick to turn the vehicle on, and Taylor’s voice cut out as my phone Bluetooth connected to the car.

“Is it bec- of that post?”

“Jack and I are out. All of the sports media has confirmed it. Tay, I don’t know what to do.” I backed out of my spot before I tore out of the parking lot.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m sure Jack will have it handled.”

“Jack?” I asked. Incredulous. “I love Jack, but I highly doubt he’ll have any of this shit handled.” He’d never been through it before. We were both amateurs at this, and now we were sinking together. I needed him. I assumed he needed me.

“Okay well.. I’m sure everybody’s happy for you guys.. yeah?”

“No! No, they’re not! They keep commenting on how shitty I am! And in that post last night, everybody was all over my ass! My ass!” My loss and hopelessness caused me to get choked up.

I’d always had a rough relationship with food ever since I was a teenager. People told me I was too skinny or too big. People told me that being insecure because I was skinny didn’t count. They invalidated my feelings while at the same time telling me my ass wasn’t big enough, or my cup size was awfully small. Then others would come back and say my ass was too big or my boobs might be distracting.

Depending on the comments, some days I ate, others I did not.

When I met Jack, I was healthier than before, but I still struggled. He always reassured me. Told me I was beautiful. That he loved me, thought I was perfect, and that gaining or losing a couple pounds meant nothing as long as I was healthy.

He made me feel safe eating huge greasy burgers and shoveling cake into my mouth on a Friday movie night. Likewise, he validated my feelings when all I wanted was a chicken salad and maybe a piece of bread or two. He always said, ‘as long as you’re healthy.’ And every once in a while he made sure I wasn’t hungry either. Especially after I ate salads. After he’d seen me put away pretty nice sized meals, he always made sure I had enough to eat. And that I was comfort able enough to eat.

It was amazing how a few social media comments could tear down so many walls I’d built, but it was deeper than that to me. These were Jack’s fans. If they didn’t like me, then why should he? Had he been lying to me all this time?

“Your beautiful ass?” Taylor tried to make a joke. A tear finally fell down my cheek.

“What if Jack hates me?” My bottom lip quivered. “He hasn’t reached out.. what if he’s breaking up with me?” The mere thought made me want to pull over and turn around.

“What is he doing today?” Taylor asked expectantly. I had to think about it.

“Media stuff?” The thought brought a moment of relief to my lungs.

“Exactly. You’ve had days before where he doesn’t text until late in the evening and it’s never bothered you.” Taylor’s voice gave me the encouragement to continue on.

“I know this didn’t happen in time like you guys planned it, but it’s all going to be fine. The crazy fan girls will always be mean, but people are going to get over it.”

“Yeah.. but what if they hate me forever?”

“They might. But oh well, right?”

Taylor was right. But that still didn’t make me feel any better. I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“When does Jack get home?”

“I think.. I don’t know? Maybe around three?” I breathed out a sigh.

“So you’ll be there before him?”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you go see him at the arena?”

“And bother him? After all this?”

“If it’s a media day, you know he won’t be that busy. And it’s better than torturing yourself at his place for hours.”

She was right.

“I’ll have to think about it..”

“Don’t think too much.”

As if I hadn’t been overthinking everything that day already. Our conversation ended with mutual good lucks, and the familiar monotone beep of a dead line. I sighed, wiped the tears from my cheeks, and focused on the road ahead.

My hour in the car was spent flipping through radio stations, trying to find music that was loud enough to distract me or soft enough to calm me. Nothing worked. My jaw was clenched most if not the entire time. My face hurt. My cheeks hurt. My fingers felt stiff every time I pulled a hand from the wheel.

And entering Jersey didn’t help. It felt like a smack upside the head. A loud call back to my horrible reality. I felt like everybody outside the car was staring in. Everybody knew who I was. Everybody hated me. They were all looking at my body.

By the time I had pulled into Jack’s own apartment community, I felt like I was suffocating trying to choke back tears. I parked in the lot outside of his complex. I gave it five minutes. Then another five. Then another five.

I grabbed my phone and opened TikTok this time. I typed Jack’s name into the search and hit enter. The first video eased my mind. Somebody saying how beautiful I was.. how happy they were for Jack.

The next broke my heart. Comparing me to the first girl. To the hot girl. The skinny girl. The perfect girl. I’d seen videos here and there before of people saying how they thought Jack and his ex had been such a beautiful couple. People said they ‘missed’ her. Like they ‘knew’ her. I never let it cut too deep, because they didn’t know I existed.

Now it was blatant. Now they said things like that, because she was better than me.

I put my car in reverse.

Taylor was right. I’d torture myself if I didn’t see Jack.

Closing the distance between myself and the arena was like beating a new nail into my coffin with each mile. It only stressed me out more. But I hoped Jack would take it all off my shoulders. If he had time.

The thought that he’d be too busy also occurred to me, but even being in the same building as him, I decided, would be soothing.

I had pulled into the private parking area before climbing out of my car. My face was red, but I had since stopped the tears. My heart was set on Jack. Nothing else could distract me.

I walked through the double doors at the bottom, stepping right into one of the many entrances. I was quick to find the hall that led to the private facilities. I walked past maintenance closets, and equipment rooms, before my swift pace was brought to an abrupt halt by a body stepping out of the lounge.

I gasped. He grabbed me by the shoulders. When I looked up, my eyes caught Jesper. His gaze softened from surprise to sympathy. We stared at each other, both uncertain of what to say. He spoke first.

“Jack was worried when you didn’t text him that your final was over.” He spoke, as if having an ‘A-ha’ moment. He let me go. I reached to rub my eyes again, fearful that something was still there.

“He didn’t text me all day.” I countered.

“Well.. he didn’t want to distract you. They won’t stop asking him about you.” My brow furrowed in question.

“He’s in with reporters right now.” Jesper gestured down the hall. I assumed he meant Jack was in the locker room. “They won’t let you go.” Tears welled up in my eyes again.

“We can wait for him together?” I nodded.

Jesper walked me into the lounge and grabbed me a bottle of water.

“I was shocked when it came out.. I know you and Jack were trying really hard not to be public.” Jesper sat down on the couch, and patted the empty cushion next to him. I sat beside him as he handed me the bottle of water.

“I shouldn’t have kissed him that night we went out.” I breathed out, shaking my head. I unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of the liquid. It helped refresh my dry throat.

“Can’t limit your happiness to closed doors.” Jesper had a point, but if I had limited my happiness to closed doors, I wouldn’t be miserable right now.

“Bratter?” My head shot in the direction of the door at the sound of a Swiss accent. I raised a brow at Nico in the doorway, dressed in a sweater covered in a colorful floral pattern. Nico looked right back at me, staring me down with that, ‘stays between us’ kind of expression.

“What the hell are they making you do in there?” Jesper asked, slinging an arm over the back of the couch.

“Some spring skit.. I don’t know. I acted really bad so they wouldn’t use me for it.” Nico quickly peeled the sweater off. “Your turn.” He stepped into the room and tossed the sweater at Jesper.

The blonde looked rather displeased, but he swiftly grabbed the sweater and stood up.

“You sit with her and wait for Jack then.. okay?” Nico and Jesper exchanged looks before the Swiss man nodded, then the Swede left the room.

“So,” Nico turned back to me. He fixed his hair, pursing his lips. “Jack’s pretty tense.” He plopped down on the couch next to me, my body jolting slightly at the way the sofa bounced. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit, Nico.” I glared at him. He was trying his best.

“Right… everything’ll iron out.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “You wanna play chess while we wait?” I glared at him once again. How could a man so thoughtful like Nico be so… lost when it came to this stuff? Because he’s been single for far too long. Jack always tried setting him up, but Nico was never interested. Said there were too many cultural differences.

“I have air hockey on here too.” He gave me that dumb lopsided smile. That smile that I always rolled my eyes at. Now I just wanted to wipe it off his face and tell him he was no help. But I gave in. I needed a distraction. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and turned my body to face Nico. He opened the game and set his phone down between us.

He started the game. I was better than him at it.

“People being mean to you?”

“You have no idea.”

“I checked some of the comments on the Devils post.” I glanced up at him before looking back down at the phone.

“It’s not good.” I shrugged.

“People make fun of my eyebrows sometimes.” I looked back up at him. Nico looked sincere, yet his eyes were still focused on the phone. I had to look back down. If he scored, it would only interrupt the flow of our conversation.

“Kids used to do it a lot in school. I used to ask my sister to fix them for me.” Somehow, the idea of a tiny Nico asking to have his brows waxed was amusing, but I held in my laughter for the sake of his ego. “Kids called me angry birds. I didn’t know what it meant for the longest time. But I knew I just hated my eyebrows.”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but it felt great to be understood nonetheless.

“Now everybody’s calling you a bunch of things, and I know it’s hard. But I’d suggest listening to what the people who love you say. They know better than anybody else.”

I scored on Nico. We both looked up at each other, and I offered him a sad smile.

“Means the world to hear, Nic. Sorry for calling you the Eagle from the muppets.”

His brows knit together in confusion. But I didn’t have time to explain the subtle joke before we both heard quiet complaining in the hall. Jack’s ever gentle voice laced with tension and stress. Maybe even shaking.

“Where’s Nico?”

“God- I just wanna talk to Nico!”

I quickly stood up and took the bottle of water with me as I stepped out into the hall. Jack was gone. My gaze flickered about until he emerged from a room, he must have been on a pretty aggressive hunt for his captain. Jack stopped though when he spotted me. The emotions returned. He looked as stressed as I’d felt before. Now I only felt overwhelmed and sad.

“Babe?” Jack slowly made his way down the hall to meet me by the lounge door. He was gentle when he pulled me into a hug, dipping his head to rest against my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around his neck, careful not to spill my water.

“It’s all gone to shit.” I whispered.

“I’m so sorry..” Jack mumbled in response. Neither of us could have been prepared for this. And it wasn’t either of our faults.

“Jack don’t apologize.” I pulled back, feeling the familiar sting of tears in my eyes.

“I’m done for the day.. I got done early. Let’s just go home.. please.” He sounded as desperate to get out of there as I was to get to him. I nodded.

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Jack drove us back to his apartment. I didn’t care enough about my car to be away from him for too long, but I had grabbed my bag. He let me inside before himself, but we never left each other’s eyesight. The second Jack pushed the door shut, his arms were around me. I reached a hand up to hold the back of his head, my other hand resting overtop of his own that lay on my stomach.

“They asked me so many things about you.” Jack mumbled.

“Jack.. baby.. you don’t think..” was now even the time to bring it up? I sighed. “I’m not too big for you.. am I? Or too small? Or too anything?”

Jack pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“You’re just right. You always have been. Always will be.” He slowly pulled away to walk around in front of me. “Are they saying stuff about your body?” He looked so disgusted by the fact, but Jack was more worldly innocent than one might assume. He never wanted to expect the worst from others.

“I guess so..” I shrugged, rubbing one of my arms. My body language said enough. He could always tell when I was uncomfortable.

“You shouldn’t look.” Jack reached out to rest his hands on my upper arms.

“I know that, Jack. I just- I guess I just wanted them to like me.” I looked down.

“Hey, hey.” Jack moved one of his hands to rest his fingers beneath my chin, tilting my head up. “They will. They’re gonna love you.” His brow furrowed as his eyes searched for my own. But I still couldn’t be bothered to make eye contact. “Babe.. babe look at me.” He wasn’t demanding. He was gentle. Encouraging. He was always so kind to me. Even his behavior in this moment brought tears to my eyes. I looked at him though, and I watched his heart break in slow motion. I watched his eyes grow solemn.

“It’ll just take time. Just give it time.” Jack pulled me into another hug, his arms wrapped tightly around my body as one hand laid between my shoulder blades and the other pressed into the small of my back. I buried my face in his chest. I wanted nothing more than to go back to the day before, when nobody knew about me. When I was just me.. just a university student.

“Jack,” I whispered into his chest. I slowly lifted my head. He looked down at me. His expression showed nothing but devotion. He was ready to pull the stars from the sky if I said the word. “We’ll be with each other through this.. right?”

“Stay with me through spring break…” the offer was a surprise, but one I wasn’t opposed to. We both needed each other, and time away from my college campus was never a bad thing.

“I think I can do that.” I sniffled as I slipped my hands between our bodies, resting them on his chest. Being in his arms was the most comforting thing in the world. Going through this whole ordeal seemed a lot less stressful when I knew it would be spent with him.

“I love you.” Jack whispered, a grin forming on his lips as his hands wandered to my hips, only to eventually find my backside. I jumped at the feeling. “I want you to love yourself too. Please don’t let people convince you you’re not perfect.” Jack’s words were easier said than done.

“I wish you’d just see yourself the way I saw you.. god you’re such an Angel to me.” He pressed a kiss to my head. My heart fluttered as my temperature rose. “They’ll see you that way one day too.” Those promises were debatable, but believing them made me relax. Maybe if I just lived in Jack’s world for a little while.. his positive reality, it would be better in the long run.

Despite the fact that we still had hours left in the day, neither of us seemed too interested in going anywhere or doing anything. Jack and I ended up in bed together. We both had the bare minimum on.. bodies mark-less but heads full of love. I could still feel Jack’s lips pressed against each of my insecurities, and his hands massaging circles into my muscles. Likewise I swore I could still feel his skin beneath my hands. His silky hair between my fingers. Every dip and curve of his muscles committed to memory.

Jack kept me away from my phone in the most effective way.

Moments ago, lips had trailed my shoulders and my arms, down my chest and around my stomach and sides. He’d put the work in on my thighs too, so gentle and sweet. He never left a mark. It wasn’t that kind of night. His kisses were passionate, but not lustful. He was so full of love.. so heartfelt in each of his movements. Jack was one of a kind.

I laid, curled into his side, my head resting in the space between his arm and his chest, just beneath his shoulder.

“Ya know.. I saw a girl today say she missed your ex.” I spoke quietly, afraid to disturb the peace. But it was on my mind nonetheless.

Jack tensed. He shuffled, then picked his head up to look down at me.

“I don’t.” He scoffed. “She was horrible.”

I turned my head to look at him, but Jack rested his head against the pillow again before I could see his eyes.

“What was she like?”

“Nothing like you. She came around at a busy time.. right after the draft. I was too distracted to really pay attention to all the red flags. She was mean.”

“Does it bother you when people say they miss her?”

“It would if there was something to miss.” Jack moved his shoulders to shrug before halting when he realized my head was there. “It would be a different story If it was you.”

“What?”

“If it was you.. I’d miss you too. I was so worried you’d back out when you saw everything today. I didn’t want to lose you.. but by the time I could speak to anybody, our whole social team just put it out there.” Jack slowly turned onto his side, my head fell to the bed. He wrapped his arm around me and I quickly turned to mirror him.

“I would never leave over something like this. You mean too much to me.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then.” The sound of my phone ringing from the floor had me slowly turning to get up, but I only got my back turned to Jack before he pulled me against his chest. I yelped out a laugh.

“Jack.” I reached to pry his hand from my stomach.

“No phones.. please?” I sighed. The chances of somebody actually needing me were slim, so I let the call go unanswered.

“Alright. You win baby.” I carefully rolled over, pulling his hand from my body and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Jack smiled. He loved a lot of things, but being pampered was one of his favorites. I pressed another kiss to the back of his hand, then one to his wrist, before playfully biting and kissing all the way up his arm. Kissing him everywhere just like he’d done to me before. Jack broke into a fit of giggles by the time I reached his forearm. After I got to his shoulder, I raised my lips to his own, pressing a much deeper kiss there to silence him.

When I pulled away, Jack’s baby blues eyed me. I kissed his jaw. “God.. they’re gonna love you so much.” He whispered, shaking his head. Astounded.

“They just don’t know you yet.. but they will.”

“As long as they don’t love me more than you do.”

“Nobody can love you more than I do.”

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[anqelically-archived]

relationship headcanons

featuring…! tetcho suehiro

content: tetcho is a manga spoiler (hehe not anymore as of episode 7), fluff, him being the loml

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tetcho always gives you loving kisses. forehead kisses, to be exact. when you first wake up, before he leaves for work, when he first sees you in the afternoon, right before bed. he also gently holds the back of your head every time (UGH I NEED HIM)

there are times when he just silently walks up to you and gently cups your cheeks. he does this so he can admire you

and when you place your own hand(s) on his cheek(s), he leans into it immediately

when it comes to pda, specifically around the hunting dogs, tetcho doesn’t show it as much. he may give you the occasional kiss and hug, or rest his head on your shoulder or lap when the time is right, but he usually keeps things professional. he is serious about his work and dealing with justice. it’s a trait you admire about him

tetcho definitely urges you to be his workout buddy when it’s possible. but it’s fine with him if you’re just there to sit on his back as he does pushups

he definitely wakes up early to work out. if you happen to wake up later than you usually do, tetcho will take breakfast into his own hands… you don’t want that, so wake up on time (for both of your sakes)

he'll offer you his food sometimes, and it'll always be a weird color-coordinated combination. you should deny it politely for the sake of your taste buds

tetcho will literally do anything you ask, specifically when it comes to house chores and errands

can’t carry something? he’ll carry it for you. something isn't within your reach? don't worry, he'll get it without you even having to ask. tetcho tends to notice anything you’re struggling with, unless he's already immersed in a task

although, you should definitely be careful when it comes to him opening tightly-shut jars. don’t forget that he is STRONG

he kind of holds you protectively as you guys sleep. his arms would always be wrapped around you. sometimes, you’d both fall asleep with one of his arms gently cradling your head, and the other laid across your shoulders

the downside to sleeping like that is when you wake up and have to use the bathroom, you either can’t escape his arms, or you get out and wake him up in the process

relationships and dating will absolutely be a field that tetcho is unfamiliar with, hence why he’ll ask some of the others for advice. it’s usually jouno he asks for help because they often work together as a pair

it’s hopeless because jouno has no clue about relationships either

note: i’m so incredibly, utterly in love with this man. i can’t wait for him to be animated &lt;3

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[reallyromealone]

Helloooo can i request bd 1st gen babysat baby wakasa bc wakasa is busy and then chaos bc like the baby always crawling away from them and always looks for something to chew it's like he chew on everything I mean EVERYTHING so imagine he chew on something not so dangerous to adult but he could choke if he shallow it they just panicking and hoping wakasa didn't know this or they will be dead

Oh god this was adorable to write

Wakasa sighed as he handed his baby brother to Shinchiro having to do attend some personal matters, he begrudgingly accepted the black dragons and his close friends offer to watch (name), the baby sucking happily on his pacifier without a care in the world.

"Don't worry Waka, we will take care of baby (name)!" Shinchiro said bouncing the bored looking baby slightly, having been used to his three siblings already "he's in safe hands"

"Make sure they don't do anything stupid, aight?" Wakasa said to his baby brother who in turn clapped his hands excitedly "remember he's recently learned to crawl so keep an eye on him constantly" Wakasa warned as benkei practically booted him out of Shinchiros place, the white leopard grumbling to boot.

"Now (name), whatdya wanna do bud?" Shinchiro asked the baby who despite the bored expression, bounced his little butt happily "well lucky for you, your big brothers in the black dragons all have siblings! So we got toys you can play with!"

Both Benkei and Takeomi brought some cleaned up infant toys for (name) and totally didn't go overkill-- let's be real the livingroom had a pile of toys for the babe. (Name) was set on the ground, looking around the semi familiar room before something caught his eye. (Name) crawled towards the object that the men noticed was a pen and quickly got it away from the babe before he grabbed it and the babe whined "sorry, pens aren't for babies" Takeomi said ruffling the babes hair "he wasn't kidding about (name) being a speedy baby"

A children's cartoon played on the tv as (name) played with blocks, the men not fully paying attention to the infant who noticed Mikey walking in, the twelve year old paying no mind as he walked towards his room and not realizing the infant decided that he was the coolest thing since Elmo.

(Name) speedily crawled towards mikeys room, pushing the slightly ajar door open to see the blond boy laying on his bed "ababababa" (name) said catching his attention before crawling towards him "(name)? What are you doing in here?" Mikey asked lifting the babe up, (name) giving the blond a rare little smile usually only reserved for big brother Waka and sometimes grandpa Sano "wanna hang with me?"

"Babababa"

"Well alrighty"

"Yo (name, you wanna sna--- guys where's (name)?!" Benkei said panicked as the grown men quickly got up to look for the babe panicked, Wakasa would murder them if anything happened to his baby brother! Shinchiro looked through every room till he looked in Mikey's room, the younger Sano having (name) resting bus little back on his stomach as he played pokemon green and the babe was entranced by it all "oh thank god! (Name) you little ninja!"

"You guys need to keep a better eye on him" Mikey said bluntly as (name) got more comfortable with Mikey, chewing his little fist contently "he's sneakier than you would expect" Benkei said coming to the door and collecting little (name) who grew fussier in his hold, clearly not wanting to leave the excellent heat source that was Mikey Sano "oh come now, we got you cereal puffs" benkei said carrying the babe out.

"Don't tell Waka"

"Give me twenty bucks"

[diedbutterflies69]

Insecurities- Hyunjin

Contains: hard!dom Hyunjin x female reader, oral (fem recieving) , fingering, using panties as gag, smut

This content isn't for minors so don't interact if you are one.

It's work of imagine doesn't describe anyone in reality .

Anyone can get insecure because in our eyes the person infront of us is always superior in our eyes but deep down sometimes the ego screams ' you obviously better than that trash ' and sometimes That's the only voice everyone needs.

Different people deal with thier insecurities with different ways. Some make themselves reach so high in the sky that they can only see thier opponents as mere insects. Some succumb to voice opposite thier ego and get used to fact that they are just loser and nothing else. Some project thier own insecurities on others to feel better.

And people like Hwang Hyunjin fucks his insecurities inside you.

brutally.

"he won't be able to eat you out so well right? Fucking fetus won't even know where the clit actually is" Hyunjin spoke against your thigh , kneading the soft skin mercilessly. His swollen lips were glistening with your cum and his own spit , you don't remember how long it has been since Hyunjin has been sucking your cunt with such hatered that just makes you reach your high again and again. You were clenching around nothing resulting in more of your juices to drip down along with Hyunjin's saliva, view that makes the man over you painfully hard.

What you had with Hyunjin can't be described as relationship between two people or love. You were one of the employees in his large empire who occassionally gets on her knees whenever he wanted. Hyunjin is always extremely vague with his words but that's what you love about him that he didn't care. So you allowed the new guy to flirt with you during the campany dinner, not caring to button up your top shirt buttons, leaving your divine figure exposed to everyone's hungry eyes. Not even once glancing at Hyunjin cause you never ever found his eyes on yours, right cause he didn't cared about you

Or , so you thought. Maybe you were always so slow in your tracks that you never once in months caught him admiring you from afar. He noticed you every time , you were the first person on whom his eyes would fall in crowd of millions and it wasn't because of your exposed cleavage or markable neck but because of your little habits or because you were just you. He liked how vague and silent you were always were, just speaking when it's really necessary and doing tasks silently never once glancing at him. He felt you never cared, back when the whole crowd was shocked when he went blonde you didn't once looked at him it made him feel you don't care about him.

That's what made him want you, and he had you and he was beyond happy the day when you first moaned his name while he destroyed you on his expensive $8800 desk. However he didn't know how to approach you, even when he dominated the living hell out of you, he was afraid of not being able to make you really his.

So tonight when he saw, how opened up and caring you were with some new colleague, smiling and laughing. Fuck he loved how beautiful and enticing you looked but he hated the guy who made you smile. His jealousy and hurt knew no rules and the only way he could confront you by fucking cause he was just a sensitive guy who was afraid of his heart getting scattered by your words lowering him into just an office fling. So he did what he was best at, driving you back to campany and taking you on that expensive desk just like your first night.

People who are in love and who are also stupid are people like you and Hyunjin.

" Tell me, you owns you little bitch?" Hyunjin questioned, while his long digits worked inside your cunt in a fast pace, reaching deepest corner of your insides, pads rubbing the sensitive skin brutally while his thumb circled your clit, flicking the sensitive bud over and over again. Embarrassing noises coming out your pussy and echoing the empty floor. Your arousal was dripping down from your thigh to the hardwood floor, splashing everywhere, on Hyunjin's forearms, his shirt, the shirt that could pay your whole two months rent , but he didn't cared about the stains inside he was proud of making you so wet, needy and moaning mess for him. Right just for him, you were only his and his only.

"You... yes you own me" you whimpered, voice high pitched like some fucking porn star, your eyes were almost blinded by shutting them too much from the pleasure Hyunjin was torturing you with. You never thought he could get jealous like this, but you weren't complaining, you liked how utterly humiliated and owned Hyunjin made you feel. Blurring out the same line over and over again you are mine mine mine while he he sucked, slapped and fingered you. You found his digits fastening up each time you answered his statements. Your orgasm was approaching you again as you clenched more tightly around his fingers, the wet squeaky sounds dominating dead silence of room along with your moans.

" I am close ... So fucking close" you cried out, your stomach tightening at the feeling , orgasm threatening to rip out of you any second but you know better. Not to be disobedient bitch and ask Hyunjin for permission.

" who made you feel so good? Is it me or that seugmin something from seventh department?huh?" Hyunjin's word carried pure venom when he said out that guys name, his actions halting fingers stopping deep inside you making you whine, fearing of being left on the edge. You didn't gave a single shit about the guy Hyunjin was talking about, even his face was disappeared from your memory as Hyunjin fucked you so good at cloud nine.

" fuck.. you , you made me feel so good I don't remember that guy I swear I won't even look at his face .. just let me cum" Hyunjin admired the mess he made out of you, so cockdrunk and begging for orgasm forgetting all your morals for just that ruined orgasm . He felt almost too bad for you, your wide eyes dripping with mascara, you looked absolutely fucked out and he loved it. Hyunjin undid his belt throwing it away at some corner, suppressing his desire to bondage you with it. He finally let his hard dick out, tip already dripping with precum screaming just to be inside you.

"My good slut, I will make you cum so much that you will be begging me to stop" Hyunjin said, his words dropping low as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down on your slit collecting your gushing wetness and mixing it with his own. He pushed his hair back before kissing you harshly on your neck, sucking the same area where that guy had his gawking eyes over.

" yes please" you begged pushing your hips upwards, getting desperate as each second passed by, he was so fucking close to you yet far. Hyunjin let out a hiss at your constant beggings , detaching himself from you and looking at the floor for something, finally his eyes fell on the material he wanted. A smirk made it's way on his face as he went to pick your panties from floor fisting it into ball and shoving it inside your mouth, your own arousal taste landing on your taste buds. You knew you looked so filthy and ruined but it only turned you on more.

"You talk too much" Hyunjin spitted shoving the lace more inside your mouth before, his one hand gripped on your hips and the other circled around your waist as he entered inside you. A euphoric feeling washing over both of you.

Without wasting any more moment, he started raming his length inside of you, hips meeting yours harshly. He loved the way your walls sucked him up so greedily , while your loud moans were muffled by the material of your panties, looked so fucked out and still begging for more .

" What a needy bitch I own could fuck you till daylight still you will keep begging more " Hyunjin hissed, his tone dripping with poison, you loved how he was now just using for his own pleasure, rutting hips with you, just to bury his own load inside of you, it made you feel absolutely small, you were fully bare just your skirt bunched around your waist, while Hyunjin was still gloriously fully clothed, looking so expensive just having his cock out to fuck up your insides. Having such a strong grip onto your thighs that could leave marks for weeks.

" fuck fuck fuck" Hyunjin cried out helplessly feeling his orgasm close, his dick could burst out any second inside of you leaving you stuffed with it. His pace increased your grip onto his shirt tightening, not caring about ripping the fabric off.

" Fuck I love you so much" Hyunjin said, realising just a second later that he said the words out aloud, regretting as he saw your wide eyes, staring into his.

Yeah what a lovely time for making heartfelt confession.