#as we hadn't had the sex scene yet lol

[sniperct]

Rin's track record so far:

Shadowheart - romanced Mount Halsin - climbed The Emperor - seduced Wyll: Danced With, (but unlike Shadowheart wasn't willing to share) Drow Twins - Worshiped at the altar of Shadowheart's hips Mizora - Tasted the fires of the Hells That Incubus in REDACTED- Shared body, but not heart and soul

Am I barding right?

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Let me just say, I absolutely adore your writing so much!! Your More Than Anything series with Vox is honestly one of, if not my favorite Vox series!!!❤💙 I was wondering if you could do a kind of silly, fluffy imagine with Vox where they're in their early stages of flirting/crushing and the reader avoids the topic of kissing... because they think Vox isn't able to kiss with his screen? Literally before episode 8, the question in my mind was "Can the dorky TV man kiss?" And then we got confirmation he most DEFINITELY could 🤣 I just think it'd be so cute and funny for that to be something the reader was wondering as well but wasn't sure how to ask him about it without being weird lol

Oh my goodness, such high praise aaaa! I actually have a scene in my Ao3 fic based on the same concept! I'd be happy to write some awkward smoochums! This guy is such a fucking dork and I love him.

Assumptions [Vox x Reader Fluff]

You and Vox had been dating for a month and the overlord was on the verge of insanity. He knew that Valentino had much more intense needs when it came to physical affection than most, but he wasn't expecting such a drastic shift in needs when it came to you.

He knew that being in a real relationship was very different from what he'd experienced before with his fellow overlord. But he thought the two of you would have done something by now. Not even necessarily sex. (Although he'd definitely been fantasizing about that more than he cared to admit.)

The two of you had cuddled, slept in the same bed, and even h*ld h*nds, but you hadn't kissed yet and it wasn't for his lack of trying. He'd invited you on romantic dates and set up several perfect opportunities. But whenever he'd try to go for it, you'd always pull away before he had the chance.

He didn't understand. The two of you had been doing so well. You always seemed to be swept up in the little heated moments just as much as he was, so why?!

Vox had been completely distracted during his entire news segment and groaned as slipped into his secluded dressing room. If it wasn't for the fact that he caught sight of you in his mirror, he probably would have flipped out when he felt your arms slip around him from behind.

"What are you doing here?" he chuckled as he lifted a hand to rest on one of your arms.

"I missed you," you smile, squeezing him gently before letting go. "And I saw that..." you cringe. "Performance. You seemed off. Is something on your mind?"

Vox's eyes widened and he cursed himself mentally for putting on a subpar show in front of the camera. If you noticed, then the audience probably did as well. No one really gave half a fuck about the news, but ratings were ratings.

"It's nothing," Vox muttered. "It's just..."

He looks up at you with an unreadable expression and you gasp as he reaches up and gently takes hold of your chin. His brow furrows as he tucks your hair behind your ear and your heart races a million miles per second as he searches your blushing face for something. His eyes flick down to your lips and he slowly starts to lean, only for you to suddenly push him away.

"A-Anyways I just wanted to check in on you and see if we were still on for a movie tonight," you stammered.

Vox froze, not listening to your ramblings as he processed your deflection. He felt a sharp, cold sting of rejection in his chest and wondered if maybe you weren't as interested in the relationship as he hoped. His heart started to break, but then he noticed the way you were blushing.

"Why?" He asked quietly.

"Well, I just thought maybe you wanted to-"

"No," Vox grit his teeth as he grabbed you by the shoulders. "Why the fuck won't you kiss me? Every time I try, you pull away. We're dating, so why?"

You blinked up at him owlishly, your jaw hanging open before you grabbed his arms and breathed, "You can kiss?!"

Vox's brow furrowed as he looked you over, "Wh- The fuck are you on about? Yes, I can fucking kiss! I've been trying to kiss you for the past three goddamn weeks!"

You gasped before burying your face in your hands and groaning. "Oh my god, I thought... There were a couple times that I wondered, but this whole time I didn't think you could and I didn't want to be weird and..."

Vox stood taller as he processed your words. You didn't hate him. You weren't repulsed by him. You were just...

He burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he absolutely lost it. "O-Oh my god! You're such a fucking idiot!"

Your face was burning with embarrassment. You knew he wasn't being malicious, but you were still mortified at the misunderstanding. "Oh shut up! It's not my fault you're a flat-faced fucker!"

You were about to go bury your shame into the couch, fully expecting him to hold this against you for the rest of the day, but you were barely able to take two steps before Vox intervened.

You let out a startled yelp as you felt his claws wrap around your arm and yank you back. In the split second it took you to blink, he'd trapped you against a wall. You flinched as his hands slammed against either side of your head, trapping you as he grinned down at you.

"You are so fucking stupid," he snickered.

Your face only grew warmer as your heart pounded with mixed anger, embarrassment, and something else entirely due to the position he had you in. His hand traces lightly over your cheek before cupping the side of your face as he looks at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen from him.

You gasp as he leans down and presses his lips against yours. Your entire body feels like tiny fireworks are dancing lightly over your skin. You shiver as your hands instinctively reach up to grasp at his vest when he pulls you close.

You're both breathing much harder than is necessary when he pulls away. For a moment you just look at each other with half-lidded gazes as you process the sparks that just metaphorically and literally flew. You were pretty sure a bulb went out due to the little bits of blue energy that sparked off of your boyfriend during the kiss.

Speaking of your dork, Vox breathlessly grinned as he squeezed your arms. He let out a small laugh before stepping away from you and turning as more little sparks flew.

"Fucking finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Vox yelled as he pumped his arms in the air and kicked his legs like a giddy child.

[vidavalor]

You really think they've kissed before? I want to believe.

Dammit, Scully, the truth is out there! *rustles through file folders in the basement until uncovers the correct one and then flourishes it with an Aziraphale-ish "AH-HA!"* What about the other arrangement in The Arrangement scene in S1, perchance?

In The Globe Theatre scene, it is established that Crowley and Aziraphale each knew before the scene begins that they themselves are assigned to Edinburgh by their respective head offices later in the week but neither of them knew the other was until they learn from one another that they are during the course of the scene. As a result, triggering The Arrangement-- in the 'only one of them doing both of their work assignments' sense-- cannot have been why they were meeting up. We also learn early in the scene, though, that Crowley asked to meet without being specific as to why (which is an answer in and of itself, imo lol), other than to convey that it wasn't an emergency/they hadn't been caught because Aziraphale is relaxed and popping the food kinky Serpent of Eden's favorite fruit in front of him for the duration of the scene. So, Crowley asked to meet and Aziraphale picked the place-- this meeting is an *arrangement*-- but that is then subtly semi-hidden in the scene with some sleight of hand distraction that calls your attention to the revelation of the fact that they both can-- and sometimes do-- do each other's work. The scene about them doing each other's miracles is really also about them doing each other lol. Using past tense by using 'thought' in this bit of the scene though, Scully, kind of says a lot about the reason Crowley wanted to meet though, yeah?

Everyone so on about that 2.06 disaster that they've forgotten about the trailing-off-verbal-ellipsis-into-kissy-pout that is Crowley for Hell is sending me away for a few days so my first thought was that I want to see you and that I was willing to endure a few minutes of one of these depressing plays you like-- thank you for sparing me the first few acts with this meeting time, btw-- and show up with some love poetry and my glasses halfway down my nose and some big Bildaddy energy and see if I could flirt my way into your bed while you do that thing where you pretend to be scandalized by the thought while eating grapes in front of me because old movie chemistry, us, even though old movies haven't been invented yet so anyway, angel, what if I just pivot this straight into The Arrangement since you were hinting you'd be down for that by commenting on how my assignment didn't seem that difficult a moment ago and we'll see if the audience notices what the scene is inferring that it's implying by the fact that when you look at me, I pout at you *again* while suggesting only one of us goes to Scotland, furthering suspicions that The Arrangement isn't just about inventing occult/ethereal weekends for each other but that it's a sex game where whoever goes and does both of our work assignments gets to be the one to choose whatever they want in bed from the one of us who had the day off which is also why, instead of taking turns as we would if this were just about the miracles, we flip a coin because I live to cheat on the coin toss because anything you want, angel...

[yujeong]

I hope it's ok to throw up some Pete thoughts into your inbox, but that last rb of the fake vegaspete scenes has me thinking soooo many thoughts too. Even thinking about the original scene with Pete giving Porsche blocking advice... Do you think it's hard for Pete not to just see the violence in everything? Do you think it's hard for him to tell the difference? Was it easier for him to project his trauma onto Vegas than it was Porsche? Sorry sorry, my brain is kicking around so many hypotheticals that I almost want to write poetry

Oh anon, first of all, you can always come and throw at me *all* the Pete thoughts, I assume you've seen my blog and know how I'm like about that man. Second of all, damn, those questions are fascinating. I've never actually thought of Pete and violence and sex in that way before, at least not consciously (I think - I've only been thoroughly obsessing over him for almost 2 years lol). But anyway, for starters, I don't believe Pete is a stranger to sex. Even if he's a virgin in the show (something that was never confirmed), he's not oblivious to it. No matter the show's insistence at using Pete for comedic purposes in regards to him not knowing KP were a thing, I refuse to believe it! So, while, unfortunately, the scene with Porsche and the hickeys cannot really be interpreted in any other way than Pete having misunderstood what he saw on Porsche's neck, your question raises a good point for his character: does every act, including sex, involve violence for him? In my opinion, yes. Yes it does. Pete seeing the potential violence in everything could be a trauma response or a defense mechanism, both of which highly probable, as evidenced in ep4 with the table scene (though in that one, we had actual violence and potential escalated violence, depending on Tankhun's behaviour which Pete tried to control). Because of this, I don't think it's a matter of him finding it hard or not; it's a subconscious thing. I also don't think it'd be hard for him to tell the difference, but rather, Pete wouldn't *need* to tell the difference, because sex isn't something made for him. He's never thought it'd be something he would experience in his life before Vegas, so why distinguish one kind of violence from another? This is one of the main reasons why I utterly love their NC scene: it wasn't violent. Sure, it might have been painful - Pete hadn't completely healed yet, he was still wearing bandages and, depending on one's headcanon or not, penetration surely hurt to some degree - but it wasn't violent. It was hot kisses and licking necks and ass eating and slow thrusts and more kisses and.. yeah, you get the point. I believe it wasn't what Pete expected, same as the audience who witnessed it. Perhaps he expected another kind of violence, but got something completely different in the end, which is why Vegas using the handcuff again hit Pete so hard. The usual kind of violence returning, after the lack of it. He got too comfortable. He forgot to protect himself from the violence. Now, in regards to your last question, I believe Vegas' trauma is easier for Pete to project himself onto because it's a mirror (something @loveliesblood has actually said, because their brilliant character interpretations are brilliant). Pete's been there before, so he can empathize with a lost Vegas who's only response to the abuse is to blame himself. There's also the safety of distance: the days he'd been subjected to boxing against his will are over, so he's not in direct danger of his father abusing him like Vegas is. With Porsche, it's a little tricky. Taking as a hypothetical that he learns about what happened to Porsche somehow, the story hits a little *too* close to home for him to be able to process the trauma. There's no distance this time: it's here and now and he has to face it. But Pete is a hypocrite with no clue of what introspection means, so he shields himself from it, like he tries to do in ep13, in the infamous bathtub scene with Porsche, my favourite scene in the whole show. He cowers and hides and deflects. It's gorgeously agonizing to watch and I love it so, so much. This ended up being a little too long and I'm scared that I fucked up your incredible ask, but to salvage it a little bit, I'd like to highly encourage you to write the poetry you mentioned; we can never have enough of it, especially in the VP fandom. I'm sure it'll be wonderful ❤️ (Shoutout to @musictooth and their series of made-up vegaspete scenes, thank you so much for the brainworms haha)

[ao3-oner]

Hello, a fellow JDG fan here also deeply mourning the loss against WBG...(it was so close too, damn. BTW i strongly believe that if the meta had been hyper-carry ADC JDG would have made worlds) and as much as i think it’s a shame that the WKFA series is getting discontinued, i’m just gonna say i think it’s good that you’re not forcing yourself to write things you’re not interested in! Plus i will eat up every fic you write anyway lol so keep up the good work

However i’m probably not the only one curious about what the fic might have been, so could you tell us a bit about your ideas/brainrot scenes(If you’re comfortable and willing to share of course)? I read the scene you posted on ao3 and i’m guessing the context is that siwoo hooked up with jaehyuk and then got kicked out and spent the night at jinhyuk’s room. I hadn't expected that siwoo would have had a... thing? with kanavi too but could you tell us a little more about that? And also I’m especially curious about what kind of ending RuLehends would have gotten at the end of the fic, happy/sad/ambiguous?

Wow this is a barrage of questions, so please feel free to ignore stuff(or this entire ask) if you don’t feel like answering. Have a good day!

Hi, and thanks for the ask!

Like I said in my longer update post, I am more than happy to talk about what some of my ideas for what the Worlds fic could have been, including further context for the scene that I did end up writing - in fact, after posting that one scene, I found myself thinking "I really could just write the scene right before that one... and maybe the one before that... and maybe-" until I realized at that rate I would just be writing the entire fic inside out lmao

But yeah, let's start with KanHends! My main foundation for their relationship is a quote from Kanavi where he said he considered himself to be good friends with both Chovy and Lehends from their (few) Griffin days together. As for Kanavi and Lehends's sexual history together, it wasn't so much of a 'thing' as a one night stand, which was actually was going to be a part of the vihends plotline:

My hc for this subplot was that when Viper and Lehends first started working together on Griffin, there were feelings there and so they started hooking up and Viper wanted them to be exclusive. Lehends... didn't really want that level of commitment, at least not yet, but rather than talking about his feelings like a normal, healthy person, he decided to resolve the issue by sleeping his way through the rest of the Griffin roster, leading us to this exchange:

Past! Jinhyuk: "We shouldn't. I mean, you're Dohyun's..."

Past! Siwoo: "Dohyun's... what?"

Past! Jinhyuk: "I dunno. You're Dohyun's something."

Past! Siwoo: "That's the thing, Jin: I'm not his anything. I'm not 'his' at all, and that means we can do whatever the fuck we want. So, are you in?"

Dohyun finds out, of course, and is absolutely heartbroken because he thought he and Siwoo had an understanding. Siwoo explains that he's happy to keep his situationship with Dohyun as long as it remains exactly that: no strings attached. Jinhyuk is honestly kind of pissed that Siwoo essentially used him as a means to set boundaries with Dohyun, but lets it slide because he did know what he was signing up for and he still generally likes Siwoo plus the sex was really good so

That whole past interaction was going to feed into Jinhyuk being honestly worried about Dohyun's well-being going into Worlds, because based on what he's heard from both Jaehyuk and Jihoon, it certainly doesn't sound like Siwoo's gotten his shit together. Even if Siwoo claims he's now ready for a committed relationship with Dohyun, Jin is pressing X to doubt. That, plus Jinhyuk still feeling slightly guilty for interfering with their relationship all those years ago, was going to incentivize Jinhyuk to talk to Dohyun at Worlds about his relationship with Siwoo, with his goal being to try to prevent his friend from getting his heart broken all over again. Oh, Kanavi plotline my beloved... Have I mentioned how much I love Jinhyuk? Because I really do.

On another note, Jaehyuk's quip about "the best night of [Jin's] life" in the scene that I wrote out was also a reference to this backstory: Jaehyuk didn't know about Jin and Siwoo's fling until Worlds where Jin mentions it in the context of a different discussion about Siwoo’s escapades, something along the lines of the exasperated declaration, "Yes, we've fucked! Best night of my fucking life! But that only shows how none of this means shit to Siwoo! That's just what he does. That's just who he is." Jaehyuk was honestly pretty shocked to hear that, but didn't get too snippy about it until he saw Siwoo walking out of Jinhyuk's hotel room and kissing him...

Speaking of, you've hit the context of the stand-alone scene squarely on the head, so I'm glad to hear that the key points came across okay. What happened the night before that scene consisted of some very messy sex between Jaehyuk and Siwoo, followed by Jaehyuk ordering Siwoo to get out of his room. I like that scene a lot - very hot, very angsty - so I won't share too many details until I'm more certain that I'm not gonna fully write it out. But yeah, it ends with Siwoo in tears outside of Jaehyuk's door, pounding on it until Jin comes out to see what all the noise is about, takes one look at Siwoo all fucked and bitten and sobbing, then says something along the lines of "For fuck's sake, you two..." and drags Siwoo into his room. They just sleep, of course. Siwoo just needed someone to hold him after that, and #Kanavi'sAGoodFriend.

As for your question about what ending RuLehends had in store for them... Since the full fic isn't going to be written, I honestly think it's better for you to decide that for yourself. What even constitutes a happy ending for them? Are they together? Apart? Does Siwoo end up with Dohyun instead? I think all my readers can decide what they think should happen, or what they want to happen, and mentally sub that in for 'canon'. At this point, I rescind my right to make a call about the ending either way. Maybe Singed from the hit game League of Legends shows up in the real world at the very end, flings Siwoo over his shoulder and sprints off into the distance? Idk. Have fun with it!

As always, don't worry about asking me things regardless of how long or short they are - I am happy to be yappy. You have a great day, too, wherever you are, and I hope to hear from you again!

[writingmccord]

✅🥺🤡🎉 for the ask game!

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

I mentioned this before, but pregnancy shows up a LOT in my fics and I don’t always mean to. I don’t know if it’s just socially driven for me to think about it or what, but it appears and sometimes I cringe whenever I even write them.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Hmmm…I’m going to answer for my current fandom (Madam Secretary). There’s a lot they do that puts me in my feels. But I think the moments particularly where they make eye contact in a big place or during an overwhelming moment are some of my favorites. They do that in the show, and I hope I carry it over in my fics too.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Oh boy. I had to go back and look if I’m being honest lol because I be snickering to myself ALL THE TIME writing. This is the exchange I immediately thought of and it’s so dumb yet I snickered SO much while writing it:

When she turns to him, he's just sitting on his side of the bed and reaching back to the top of his back, pulling his shirt off over his head with one hand, "You were the one who insisted we not stop because we were going to be late."

"We would've missed the entire cruise, Henry," she argues as she heads into the bathroom, immediately taking her contacts out and putting her glasses on.

He's staying awfully silent, but Elizabeth is just getting fired up. She's ready to argue, now, so she eggs him on.

"You didn't even want to go on the cruise."

"Why would I want to have gone on the cruise?" Henry replies, "I've spent my whole military career trying to keep myself in the air and out of the water."

She peeks around the corner and makes a face, "That was your best comeback? Really?"

He groans and tosses his body backward onto the pillows, "I offered in Georgia to stop." He reminds her, "But you said no."

"I," she pauses and dramatically flicks the light switch off before walking into the bedroom, "Didn't want to stop where you offered because of multiple reasons." She argues, walking to her side of the bed and flipping the covers over to the sheets, "One: the gas station looked like it hadn't seen Clorox or anything close since the nineties." She says, crawling in the bed and sitting against the headboard, "Two: all three kids were sound asleep, and that was a miracle in itself. And—"

"And I—"

"Mm mm." She says, holding her finger up and waggling it at him, turning her face away to signify she wasn't going to be listening if he keeps talking, "And three: the sign outside said they had boiled peanuts, but the 't' had fallen down, and I couldn't get past the fact that it sounded as though they were advertising boiled penis."

^excerpt from “The Road Trip of Aught-Six” https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14274232/1/The-Road-Trip-of-Aught-Six

And I liked this one a lot (from https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14273908/1/The-Blame-for-Number-Three)

He leans against the table and squints his eyes at her, getting close and personal, "Do you even remember that night?" He asks.

"Clearly." She says.

He squints at her again and takes a few moments, then smirks when she does her tell. She sniffles, crinkling her nose just slightly, "Aha!" He exclaims, smacking the table.

She jumps a little at the sudden loudness and gives him a look, "What?" She asks.

"Your tell!" He says, "You don't remember that night we conceived Jason."

"Yes I do," she says.

"Then tell me about it. What were we doing?"

"Having sex, obviously." She mumbles, biting into her apple again.

(I just realized both of my choices make me look like a immature young boy, but it is what it is)

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

I used to (and still partially do) think that it’s when I get a lot of thought-provoked/provoking reviews. I like those. I thrive on them. I’m a person who loves affirmation. But I’m coming to a point in my life and writing life (in and out of FF) where I’m learning to consider my writing as successes when /I/ like them. I like the writing I do when it makes me feel happy and like it’s well put together.

[notasapleasure]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

I've been tidying out my likes and remembered @elwenyere's open invitation tags on this, too, so here we go!

sshysmm's works on ao3 (user name is a ref to my old tumblr)

1) How many works do you have on ao3

128 (and I think I'm missing some of the band AU stuff I never moved over from the blog @theartistknownaslymond…)

2) What's your ao3 word count?

1,038,645 words. haha. what the fuck.

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Actively, right now: Star Wars (particularly Andor; previously Rogue One and a few spin-off novels), the Lymond Chronicles, and I do very much intend to return to my fics for And Then We Danced.

I have also written for Ripper Street, The Terror, The Musketeers (don't look! don't look! it's my 'now can i remember how to write fic after over a decade out of fandom fic) and Utopia (another one it would be cool to add to after I get a chance to rewatch).

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

good god they're all Jyn/Cassian. it's the only big ship I've written for I suppose

Be alright tomorrow (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Hope in the air (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Singer, save our secular souls (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) To steal what she never could own (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Delayed gratification (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian)

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to!! Sometimes when I'm deep in the writing hole I just stay away from ao3 so as not to ?? idk?? make myself feel guilty? get distracted? so it can take me a while to respond.

When people are reading updates as I post them I try to respond quicker! I like to respond to acknowledge how grateful I am to people who took the time to read and cheerlead and say something nice. To show I appreciate it and the time they spent on it. If it possibly leads to discussion about what's going on in the fic then so much the better!

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably just Hope in the Air, for sticking with the canon Rogue One ending and leaning into the sense that even if he got to a bacta tank, Cassian's in a pretty bad way. Also Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing (Ripper Street), again for…following canon, dealing with Deborah's decision to stop seeing Reid and Emily's descent into a place where Reid feels he has to have her sent to the asylum.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Jerott wish-fulfilment!! The ransoun made, the prisoneris redeemit (Lymond Chronicles, Francis/Jerott).

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I've had any hate on ao3, no. Some blunt comments when I hadn't done my research on aurebesh well enough/resued a plot device, but not hate.

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes? All kinds? Idk, I'm trying to get more creative, though traditionally I think I write emotionally knotty, not-always-satisfying sex that does heavily lifting on the characterisation. And is also hot.

10) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't posted it on ao3 yet, but there's the Lymond Chronicles 1980s band AU crossover with And Then We Danced, which is just like. The nichest of nichey niches. Can't believe there are like three people who might read it, so it's still not as unpopular as a medieval Icelandic saga au of a niche Andor ship written in the first person. I didn't go out of my way to drive readers away, I swear!!! Please give The Saga of the Coal-biter and the Skraeling a chance, it's my precious baby.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, lol. I think more people would need to want to read my fics first.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'm open to it if anyone wants! I have had two podfics made of my works, which has been lovely!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, though there was a fun Lymond Pawn in Frankincense AU which started as me and @erinaceina spit-balling about Philippa getting captured by GRM and Khaireddin surviving, and @stripedroseandsketchpads wrote some nice whumpy scenes about it!

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh, usually whatever I'm writing at any given time. Faramir/Éowyn was formative influences, though.

15) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really don't like admitting that I don't think I'll finish something. I do have 17 subscribers(!!??) to a Lord Bateman (Child ballad 53) inspired Rogue One AU (What would you give?) so even though finishing that is very low down my priorities I'd hate to say outright that I wouldn't return to it.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Emotion, description, description of emotion… capturing micro-expressions and little tics that define a character. Because of this I think I'm pretty good at making people in-character even in weird settings. Writing people who aren't good or bad, just flawed and affected by their lived experiences. Creating an atmosphere. Also, when I pull it off, making you laugh one moment at something ridiculous and then sucker-punching you in the gut :')

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

That when I'm asked to think of my strengths I go blank. That I constantly, constantly overthink things when I've posted them in case I wrote something that will be horribly misunderstood or just actively bore established readers into giving up. The fear that what I enjoy writing is so inherently dull no one else will enjoy reading it, that I'm not setting out to 'write fic' but to write something pretentious and beautiful and that's not what anyone reads fic for. Also oh my god I need to learn brevity. Simple plots. Don't overthink the plot Jo. I what-if my plots to death and then find myself disgusted by all the ways they're inadequate. Actually what all this comes down to is a controlling urge in my writing: I want to control every detail of this scene, including where the information is lacking, and I worry that if I leave anything to chance I'll be misunderstood. But at the same time I love ambiguity and gaps and leaving things open to interpretation. Inside me there are two wolves and one adores unanswered questions while the other suffers from a neurodivergent urge to info-dump in order to make sure everything is clear.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'd love to quote from Umberto Eco's author's note to The Name of the Rose, where he argued with his publisher about keeping Latin dialogue in! Ony my copy of the book is in storage. Also there's the whole…I'm a fan of the Lymond Chronicles. If there isn't untranslated dialogue in at least five different languages why are you bothering? And yeah I very much did learn a language because of a film and then spent a lot of time considering how communicating in this language as opposed to English would affect the dialogue and interactions I was writing. So yes, dialogue in another language when it's properly contextualised is good - not when it's random phrases of unnecessary Space Spanish because someone's exoticising Diego Luna.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

I'm of the generation where it was inevitably H*rry P*tter, if we're talking internet published fanfic. But as a kid I did keep diaries full of drawings and stories about Sandokan the tiger and Bucky O'Hare.

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have like. Post-partum depression about the saga AU right now because seeing it interact with the world makes me doubt myself horribly, but realistically, it's my beloved child. It's just having to carry all my grad school trauma as well as all my past Star Wars fandom trauma and you know what?? It's good enough to do that. It is. It's the first of a trilogy, and I WILL finish the trilogy.

As previously said by elwenyere: Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!! This was very fun: @ me with your answers if you'd like to join. <3<3<3

[hollywoodsargeant]

There's a part of me that feels really bad for Mia and Ben because they just want it to work out and are probably trying to not be jealous because they are just "best friends" but yeah I'd probably be a bit weirded out if my partner admitted to having kissed/made out/had sex with their best friend and like pretty recently too.

There's also a part of me that's happy that they understand that their friendship is not exactly conventional but I'm just like boys come on, I can't even say "JUST KISS EACHOTHER" because THEY'VE ALREADY DONE THAT!!!

I'm nervously awaiting the college/uni time where the boys have to say goodbye to eachother unless miraculously they end up going to the same uni (O.o) but there's a part of me who just feels like they won't do that (or you won't write thay) because absence makes the heart grow fonder (though if their hearts grow any fonder they might explode)

This is by far one of the best stories I've ever read I think about this everyday, every second of the day. I'm always thinking about Loscar and how they're so stupid but I signed up for a slow burn. I can wait (shaking in excitement)

i said it earlier but REST IN PIECES MIA AND BEN </3 but yeah like. again mentioned it earlier ben specifically being under the impression that oscar hadn't seriously kissed logan in a While (spin the bottle doesn't count. all jokes) only to find out they had not only kissed but had sex recently... probably not the most spectacular thing to hear. clearly we as a collective are all rooting for oscar and logan to get together which makes ben (+ mia) an obstacle but still rip. you will be missed. i'm partial to ben bc i gave him my coming out story lol

but we are not done with giving them exes. logan is fr about "not for a while" or whatever i made him say BUTTTT... yeah we all know. at least i know. somebody knows. har har

i have been excited to write college since chapter one like i have. some scenes i wrote forever ago that are yet to see the light of day... excited. and yea they do go to different colleges. that fucking. it'll be fourteen years at that point and neither of them can properly remember a day where they didn't see each other? surely that will go well

and thank you so much <3 i too am always thinking about loscar and their idiocy but i signed myself up to write a slow burn... even if i might have severely underestimated the length of my own fic at the beginning there. shoutout to chapter one for being less than 5k words long. in my defense meddling with teenagers is way more fun than 4 year olds

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Wed 6 Dec // Day 75 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Person of Interest (rewatching with mum) 5x07 Reassortment

Reese and Finch become trapped in a hospital that becomes ground zero for a deadly viral outbreak. Also, Samaritan's newest recruit has second thoughts and Shaw continues to struggle with reality.

I vaguely remember this from back in 2016 and thinking how lucky we were something like this hadn't happened yet and surely never would. Watching this episode now - when we still haven't fully eradicated covid, and on the day our former PM is being questioned at a formal inquiry - was like the beginning of a very true-to-life doomsday horror film.

Survival of the Thickest (with mum) 1x06 Do the Right Thang, Bitch.

Booked and busy, Mavis secured a dream job styling a lingerie launch celebrating body positivity but struggles to set boundaries when conflicts arise.

Mavis is killing it right now and deserves all the hype and praise coming her way. But both Khalil and Luca are right about her setting boundaries and having a healthier work-life balance.

What We Do in the Shadows 5x03 Pride Parade

The vampires help Sean host a Pride parade; Nadja helps her doll achieve a long-held dream.

Happy Pride 🧛‍♀️ I'm gay ova here. Them verbally acknowledging the groups queerness and having them be their gayest selves was a delightful treat. Guillermo being so happy was adorable. And the woman that doll!Nadja (not to be confused with doll Nadja) was trying to seduce, was clearly into it by the end, leaning forward and making a 'wait, don't go' gesture with her hands 👀 I would've much rather seen that development than the cursed sex scene in the last scene lol.

The Dragon Prince 5x03 Nightmares and Revelations

Callum and Rayla arrive in Xadia to find royal wedding planning in full swing. Claudia and Terry make their way down the river while Viren sleeps on.

Amaya and Janai are engaged and as cute as ever. They were so gentle with each other. Janai stressing and being nervous about choosing the right flowers but then being brave and understanding as Amaya leaves with Rayllum. Also, I loved seeing Gren in the background interpreting for Amaya when multiple people were talking so she could follow what was happening.

The Lazarus Project 1x04 Episode 4

George is determined to reset time to get back the person he loves - but the only way to do so is by causing a global catastrophe.

George was so clever to figure out those topographic drawings. And Shiv was also clever to immediately realize George had figured them out after he called in sick. The chase through Romania was intense. How did George not break his back falling from that window though? And I don't think they'd permanently kill Shiv so George (or someone else) must succeed in ending the world, right?

[not-poignant]

Do you think Efnisien would ever be recognized and approached by someone he knew from high school while he was out with Arden? Would Arden defend him if that happened?

Also will you ever write a the scene where Ef and Arden's scenes get sexual for the first time? Like mayve the first time Ef gets a handjob or something?

Hi anon!

Do you think Efnisien would ever be recognized and approached by someone he knew from high school while he was out with Arden?

I mean...this happened in the story, so yes? Lol

Augus is someone from high school who recognises and approaches Efnisien, and Arden is there for some of the aftermath of that. So we do see...what happens.

Efnisien was also recognised by someone else in high school in the story. So yeah it's a possibility because it's a) happened when Arden hasn't been there and b) happened when Arden was there, and we've seen two different scenarios of that in the story.

Would Arden defend him if that happened?

If it was the scenario where a guy came and just about beat Efnisien to death, and would have gotten pretty close if someone hadn't intervened, then yeah, Arden would absolutely defend him.

If it was someone who wasn't intending to be violent and like...kill Efnisien, but was calling him what he is - which is an abuser, or someone awful, or many other things - and saying he ruined their life, then Arden would struggle, I think, depending on the circumstances. We know he's defended Efnisien before in the story in this exact scenario, but Efnisien was also clearly someone who had just been revictimised, and I do think Arden would react differently if say, a woman came up to Efnisien and just wanted to tell him that he ruined her life.

But yeah tbh anon you have your answer in the story itself! Maybe you're not up to that part yet, but you can see how Arden reacts to Efnisien and Augus in Falling Falling Stars.

Also will you ever write a the scene where Ef and Arden's scenes get sexual for the first time? Like mayve the first time Ef gets a handjob or something?

Idk!

At the moment it's not on the cards, especially after writing the first time that Arden has anal sex with him as a lengthy extra. But it's not ruled out either.

If/when I write more in that universe, it probably won't be about sex / different kinds of sex though, since I never wanted that to be the focus of their relationship in the first place, and it isn't, but also because I'm more curious about Efnisien's progress with Dr Gary.

[cafalla]

2024 READING - COMPLETED BOOK 14/12

Gosh, it's been a while since I last posted!

My reading has slowed down drastically, mainly because I've been becoming more engrossed in video games again. I got quite burned out on them last year, which was why I switched to reading more.

I've been picking quite a few back up recently, which obviously cuts into reading time. I'll show off the games I've been playing in another post!

On to the most recent book I've completed, The Princess (294 pages).

This is a weird one. I picked it up because the cover felt very secret garden fantastical, and the premise of a royalty-slow-burn-arranged-marriage plot always intrigues me. I naturally assumed the book was a period piece.

The book actually takes place in like, the 90s/"present day". It is a fantasy (sort of?) because the characters live in a country that...doesn't exist. But the country does exist in our normal world, because they reference the USA and one of the side characters is from France.

But there are no other fantastical elements, just that they live in a place that doesn't exist. Oh, and they have a monarchy, and there's an arbitrary (but heavily enforced/always followed) rule that the king successor needs to be married by like, 26 years old, and also everyone is...turbo Christian?

Yeah, so going into this book I had no idea the author was a Christian author, or that this book was SO heavy on Christianity in terms of how the characters think and talk to each other. Like prayer, being a good Christian, Jesus, converting others to Christ, etc are constantly being talked or thought about by everyone.

I'm not religious at all by the way, and I don't typically enjoy reading religious books/characters. It's not a deal breaker for me, however, and I was still interested in the romance of the story that I kept chugging through.

Honestly, the romance story wasn't too bad. It definitely was a slow burn, and there were many sweet moments. I felt there was a lot to dig into with how the main characters (Shelby & Nicholai) were set up, and overall it was a sweet story.

Unfortunately, I felt the whole Christianity aspect of it all kind of took away from the love story. Like, if they spent less time praying a talking about God to others...maybe we could've had even more romance and emotional beat moments with the main couple. Oh well.

Weirdly enough, I felt blindsided towards the end because I did NOT process the part where the characters had sex for the first time.

I interpreted the scene of them sleeping in the same bed the first time as an act of evolved trust/taking the next step towards intimacy. Like yes, I know Shelby went and bought lingerie because she was feeling ready to take that next step, but I felt like it was not clear at all that they actually did take the step.

It was a typical they kissed while holding each other in bed and the scene "faded to black". We didn't even get a scene of her wearing the lingerie and them having a nice intimate moment!! The characters did not allude to sex or act any different right after the fact, which didn't strike me considering sex was a big weight on Shelby's shoulders regarding the marriage. The couple having sex was also a big deal for both sets of in-laws....like they talked about it constantly.

So when they had sex, y'know, I figured it would be a very big moment.

But apparently it was not big enough for me to catch, and Shelby got pregnant. I also did not pick up on her being pregnant, because I hadn't had thought they had sex yet!!! I was shocked and confused to say the least lol

Overall, this was a cute slow burn, but the religious stuff really threw me off in some places.

I was really skeeved out when Shelby was asking her mother how sex would look like in a married relationship, in terms of like...what to do if your husbands wants sex and you're maybe not ready or wanting it in that moment. And sheeeeeesh, the mom basically gave her the "well, our duty as wives is to always be there for our husband and his needs"....biiiiig yikes.

It's sad, because I know purity culture is so damaging and puts so much societal, emotional, and sexual pressure on women. Marital rape is a real issue in these communities, for this exact sentiment that the wife "belongs to her husband" and "can't say no". Ugh.

Thankfully in the book, nothing of the sort happens and it is all consensual, but still.

There was also a weird line where I think Nickolai (or one of the fathers) is praying, and he thinks something along the lines of "hoping Shelby will become a perfectly submissive wife" or something. Ick!!!

The epilogue also was a bit of the shock, in that in the future the main couple has like...literally 5 or 6 kids. It's a lot. I couldn't help but think it was alluding to the "quiverfull" sentiment.

Which fine, if you want that whatever, but it felt a little disingenuine to Shelby as a character. We watch her struggle with falling in love with Nickolai, and figuring out her place as a wife. And then she had a horribly traumatic end to her first pregnancy, and I think at some points in the book it mentions how Shelby was the last in her family to really come to faith.

To me, I felt Shelby would maybe have a couple children, but 5+ seems outrageous. But idk, she's a fictional character and none of this matters haha. Moving on! x

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Total books read: 14 Total pages read: 3,870

[tori-artemis]

Post Edit:

Hey, thank you for tagging me @therese-lokidottir !! :)

Now let's see if I can do this in a non-messy way lol. So in no particular order:

Loki (of course, I mean - this is my Loki blog after all! XD)

Particularly from Thor: The Dark World, tho tbh I love almost every version of him (or at the very least I care about/feel bad for him, which basically sums up my feelings for TVA Loki.

Sansa Stark (tbh my girl deserved so much better both in the writing dept and in fandom bc she was constantly crapped on by fans for basically being a traumatized feminine 13 year girl - until of course the writers botched her whole character up by turning her into Lady Vengeance bc then everyone liked her like wtaf)

I mean don't get me wrong I love Lady Vengeance Sansa - just not at the expense of her more compassionate core. She should have had more scenes with Theon as Reek damnit - we should've seen her conflicted feelings of wanting to hate this man who betrayed her family and "killed her little brothers" (in her mind bc he didn't actually kill them) and yet undeniably feeling immense sympathy for him (bc that's her goddamn character David and Dan! She's not heartless and she's definitely not revenge-driven like Arya is - like she is literally the opposite of heartless you damn hacks!) Not to mention her ultimately relating to him - not only as Ramsay's victim but as a hostage herself being as she was held captive by the Lannisters while Theon was held captive by the Starks. Like she empathizes with Theon, in a way that none of the other characters do. And tbf the series does show this aspect of her character with Sophie Turner's wonderful performance but it would've been better if the writers hadn't tried to mess that all up with Sansa and Theon's earlier scenes. (I will never not be salty about the whole "if I could do what Ramsay did to you I would" - like GIRL NO YOU WOULDN'T!) And I'm not even going to touch what those hacks made her do in the last couple of seasons bc this rant is long enough and I don't have the patience to get into all that. Which leads me to -

THEON!!! Theon Theon Theon Theon Theo-

(I mean, um, Theon Greyjoy, ha ha. 😅)

Valkyrie (Brunhilde???)

(Still salty that we never found out her name! 😤)

Margaery Tyrell

Tbh I didn't know who else to put bc I had to pick a woman character (otherwise this list would've had too many men and therefore wouldn't be even) and I was running out of mcu ladies. (Look I know there are so many to choose from but unfortunately I haven't actually seen Black Widow or Black Panther/Wakanda Forever or Moon Knight so I don't feel I can actually use such great characters like Yelena Belova or Shuri or Okoye bc tbh I feel I haven't actually seen them at their best - or at all if we're talking about Yelena. And why am I like this??? Hel if I know, I have OCD so it's probably something to do with that.)

Anyway all this to say Margaery's underrated af and while some of the writing for her was kinda sus (woman who uses sex as manipulative tactic cliche) she was still salvaged by Natalie Dormier's awesome performance so yeah - I'm putting her on the list!

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlett Witch (how the hell did I forget about her???)

Like I related to her way too hard in Wandavision to just leave her off the list...

Dr. Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow

(Oh hey look - I have an excuse to include my babygirl here! I haven't gotten around to gushing about this guy yet but don't worry - pretty soon this blog will be infested with posts of me just rambling about him and why he's my perfect poor little meow meow. :) )

Natasha Romanoff

(I was never a huge fan of hers but after Endgame I've grown to really love her. Plus she gives off protective big sister vibes.)

Honorable Mentions:

Black Noir from The Boys. He isn't on the list simply bc I haven't actually watched The Boys, only several scenes really. But it's wild bc I ended up tearing up when I saw Black Noir's/Irving's background, who he was, what had happened to him, why he behaved the way he behaved... like even without all of the context it's hard not to get emotional about his story, especially the conclusion - all I know is I will never be able to look at Buster Beaver (a cartoon mascot that's the Chuck E Cheese of The Boys verse) without tearing up. :'(

Ramsay Bolton (aka Ramsay Snow) from Game of Thrones.

The Joker from The Dark Knight.

Yelena Belova

Alicent Hightower from House of the Dragon.

Lord Eddard Stark (aka Ned) from Game of Thrones.

Jon Snow from Game of Thrones.

Robb Stark from Game of Thrones.

Prince Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Princess Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Bruce Wayne (aka Batman) from Batman: The Animated Series, The Dark Knight nolanverse films, and The Batman (2022).

Selina Kyle (aka Catwoman) from The Batman (2022).

Terry McGuinness (aka Batman) from Batman Beyond.

Yara Greyjoy from Game of Thrones.

Oberyn Martell from Game of Thrones.

Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop.

The girls from Euphoria. Particularly Rue, but tbh I feel for all of them (yes even Cassie).

Princess Shuri, particularly from Wakanda Forever tho I already liked her even before then, I just love her more now.

Andrea Beaumont from Batman: Mask of the Phantasm.

Namor from Wakanda Forever.

Will Byers from Stranger Things.

Max from Stranger Things.

Lucas from Stranger Things.

Jonathan Byers from Stranger Things.

Robin from Stranger Things.

Eleven (aka El, Jane Hopper) from Stranger Things.

Eddie Munson from Stranger Things.

Hela - though I fully blame Galaxy (affectionate 🖤) for my growing love for her. Not that I didn't like her before but I'd never given her much thought... I read Galaxy's meta and fics.

Cersei Lannister from Game of Thrones. She is quite possibly one the most vindictive bitchs (affectionate and derogatory) to ever grace mmm)

Thor

Steven Grant Rogers

James Buchanan Barnes (aka Bucky)

Sam Wilson

Link from The Legend of Zelda series.

Prince Nuada from Hellboy: The Golden Army

A-Train from The Boys

Kimiko from The Boys

Billy Butcher from The Boys

Guts

(I'm just going to put this right here and not elaborate any further...)

[faccal]

Something that flew into my head and I had to write it down. It's for my currently unpublished Ghost fic, and this would be a flash back scene? Or not really a flashback, but a scene from a chapter in the past. It was a lot cuter when I imagined it in my head, lol. Enjoy!

I'm just gonna call this

Cuddle

Logan startles awake, groaning softly as his mind jolts to consciousness. He grunts, attempting to roll over when he's stopped by something solid, and warm.

They had all set up camp for the night, Merrick and Kick taking first watch. Kick and Hesh shared a tent, Merrick and Elias, and then last Keegan and Logan. Keegan. Logan tried to think about last night and the discussion they'd had about Rorke, when he'd felt himself get pulled tighter against the warmth on his back.

His body froze. He had bunked with Keegan, the two of them had set up the tent and had decided to lay out their sleeping bags on top of each other for more cushioning, and then had decided to use a blanket Keegan had brought to keep warm.

He looked down, breath catching in his throat when he spots the more muscular arm, clad in a thick grey shirt, wrapped tightly around his waist.

He's there, laying with him. Keegan and him, in the same tent, sharing the same space, with Keegan's arm wrapped around him. Like a lover, his mind supplies, and he hisses. For as long as he could remember being with the Ghosts, which had really only been a few months, he had grown quite fond of the quiet and elusive sniper. He might even compare his fascination towards the man to a high school crush. He hadn't known many people before the war, he'd only been sixteen at the time, and after losing his home and two best friends in the strikes, he never had much desire for romance or sex. He had never really even found anyone attractive. There were a few kisses shared here and there, even a few one night stands. Never anything further than that. No emotions. No strings. Yet lately he had found himself unable to focus on anything but Keegan. And his tight ass. He scolded himself, attempting to pull away once more only to be pulled back, and then the worst happened.

"Hm." Keegan moaned, stretching a bit as he awoke and rolled off of Logan, onto his back. Logan shifted to his back as well, feeling Keegan's arm move slightly underneath his neck. His head turned, eyes watching Keegan as his eyes blinked slowly awake.

He didn't dare move.

"You squirm too much when you sleep." The older man mumbles in his attractively low drawl, his baritone even sexier in his sleep addled state.

Logan coughs once, eyeing the arm resting on Keegan's stomach.

"Yeah...sorry." He mutters, throat sore.

Keegan's eyes flick to his, the bright, intelligent blue searching his for something unknown. "It's fine." He settles on that, looking up at the tent for a brief moment, not hearing Logan's heart beating against his ribs.

His right arm still rests under Logan's neck, the knuckles on his other hand lightly brushing Logan's side. His mind races, a small shiver running it's course through his body as they lay there.

Keegan turns, sighing tiredly as he lifts his wrist watch to his face, settling his arm back down after a moment. "We still have time to sleep, come on." His usual military attitude seems to fly out the window as he rolls back onto his side, pressing his head to Logan's chest, above his heart. His arm reaches around Logan and pulls them closer, with Keegan adjusting himself until he is comfortable and settled in Logan's arms.

He panics.

"Uhm... Keegan, sir?" He manages shakily, his usually calm attitude now short circuiting as Keegan's warmth envelops him, making him feel....loved?

Keegan hums quietly, flicking one eye open to watch Logan's fear stricken expression. "What?" He asks, soft, kind. Logan tries to ignore his gaze but eventually caves, staring into his heavenly eyes that always make Logan feel seen.

"I uh.. haven't done anything like this before." He admits, unsure as to why they woke up cuddled together when they had fallen asleep with their backs facing each other. "I mean..." he continues, face flush as a schoolgirl's. He can't comprehend why Keegan would want hold Logan close, let alone wish for Logan to hold him back. Logan was quite small compared to the rest of the Ghosts, including Keegan, and he wondered if the older sergeant felt safer holding someone, or if he simply felt alone, and was currently tired enough to cuddle another man. "well, I've done things." He goes on, stuttering over his words as Keegan's breath escapes past faintly parted lips to brush over his partially exposed collarbone. "I've just.." he huffs, frustrated with himself, the feel of Keegan's body pressed tightly to his a far greater distraction than anything else he'd had to face in the past decade. "I've never...held someone, before." He finally admits, anxiety settling in his stomach as he releases a deep breath.

Keegan offers Logan a small, sly smirk. "It's easy." He mutters, taking Logan's arm to settle his hand on Keegan's bicep, then he moves his own hand back to the younger sergeant's side, before resting his head on Logan's chest, smiling at his heart. "You hold me." He presses closer, sending Logan's mind into further short circuits. He pauses a moment, listening to the rave inside Logan's chest. "Your heart..." His pretty blue eyes look up to Logan's soft brown ones, staring at him curiously. "are you alright?"

Logan nods rapidly, letting out a heavy breath. "Y..yeah, you're good." He hurries out, eyes wide and heart beating faster when Keegan smirks once more.

"Get some more rest, kid. We have a little over an hour before Merrick is supposed to wake us for our shift. Go on. Sleep." He orders, pressing closer one final time,.his breathing evening out as he falls back to sleep. Logan however, can't sleep, not with a groggy Keegan pressed against his hip, arms squeezing him every so often as if to check to see he's still there.

"Fucking shit." He mutters, both pleased to be holding the man he admires, as well as terrified of his response come time for them to be lookouts. What will they even say to each other as they keep watch?

Sighing heavily, unsure as to how he ended up holding (in his opinion) the most badass and intense soldier on the Ghost squad, he decides to just settle in and deal with it. Not much more he could do past that. He scoffs at himself, pulling Keegan closer, enjoying the feel of his hard, tight muscles underneath his fingertips. "What the hell am I doing?" He mutters, his left hand coming up to stroke Keegan's raven hair softly. "I'm in way over my head, aren't I?"

[treysimp]

Updated TWST Tier Lists! + BONUS Obey Me! & JJK (Because I Can)

Now that I've written for every character at this point (excluding some of the staff: sorry Trein, Sam and Vargas; I gotta dig out that Faculty!Reader draft I have sitting in Google Docs from a few weeks ago lol)

I am still in a lot of pain so I am just fucking around and having fun until I feel well enough to properly write again lmao (maybe I'll do a "taking care of you after surgery" series and go full self-indulgent haha). I think the hardest thing for me about tier lists is that I am so full of love that putting characters in anything but S tier is really hard for me? I know it's silly haha

Here's the original tier list one I posted for funsies of comparison:

Notable changes between prev and now: Cat tier added (lmao), removed D tier, Azul and Jamil moved to A Tier (subject to change upon sex scenes written), especially Azul because of my megane bias, I actually ordered everyone in order of liking this time so this is truly currently how I feel lol, Rook is SO close so S tier but I just can't do it to myself yet, Lilia shot up to S tier because I fell down the 'Adult Mr. Daddy Vanrouge' rabbit hole and I am FULL SIMP, B tier is composed of characters who I LOVE the designs of but am not completely sold on for characterization reasons.

BONUS LISTS:

Obey Me! Shall We Date?:

Fun Notes: Simeon is SO BEAUTIFUL, Mammon is literally the IDEAL himbo tsundere and Solomon is SO FUCKING COOL hiiii boyfriend, Purple haired guy is put in neutral because when my original game file crashed and was unrecoverable from my old phone he hadn't been introduced yet (but he sounds like a dumb asshole and I'm into that). (I had gotten through all of book 1 haha sobs maybe I'll make a new file someday)

Major complaint: No 100% megane characters, this is rude to me specifically (yes I know that SOMETIMES Satan and Lucifer wear glasses and that is HOT but I need a full time blind bitch)

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Fun notes: I AM ONLY ANIME + THE MOVIE SO WHILE I KNOW I WANT TO FUCK MEGUMI'S SHITTY DAD HE'S NOT HERE FOR THAT REASON, I also didn't really get Geto's appeal until I saw the movie and laughed hysterically at him taking a selfie with his hottie secretary so yeah okay he got to S by a thread, Nanami is literally everything I want out of a fictional man AND he's voiced by Kenjiro Tsuda who is SO HOT both voice-wise and IRL have you guys seen his live actions househunband shorts?? I die. I also 100% FW almost any other character he plays no matter how much of an awful person they are I am DOWN BAD: Evil cop from Sabukui Bisco: YeAH; Tsuchigomori from Hanako Kun OBVIOUSLY; he was in the King Of Fighters Otome game I wish I could play that SO BAD; Kaiba YES; Mikoshiba from FREE YES; he plays Rath in fire emblem heroes who is also a top tier BF; CHIKAGE FROM HAKUOKI I HAVE A PRIZE FIGURE OF HIM. Okay I'll stop but like you all need to understand. Megumi is my sweet serious Sasuke-but-nicer boy who loves animals and would treat me right, Gojo is Gojo like I know everyone loves him but I do too, MEGUMI OGATA ALSO PLAYS SO MANY BOYS I LOVE like she is SO good as Yuta I even love her as Komaeda even though I *HATE* Komaeda with a passion (Hanako kun was also MADE for her as a role tbh), Maki's the bad bitch that you both wanna be and wanna date, I'm gonna stop after this I am going nuts but I have so much to say

[kunikinnie]

a/n: this is probably the only nsfw thing you'll see on this blog lol. emphasis on probably. I can't write nsfw for the life of me lol. anyway I just finished reading the novel from which the quote below came from AHAH it's quite good I 100% recommend it

note: reader is female

warnings: nsfw! 18+, suggestive themes (nothing explicit but yk), mentions of alcohol

sensations

featuring: Kunikida, Poe, Fukuzawa

"A man of twenty is sexually aroused by a thought. A man of forty is sexually aroused on the surface of his skin. But for a man of thirty a woman who is only a silhouette is the most dangerous."

- Kobo Abe, The Woman in the Dunes

Age 22: Kunikida Doppo

You were fooling around with Dazai as normal. Usually when either of you got too rowdy, he'd tell both of you off (although he was much nicer when it came to you, Dazai noticed). But as it was currently break time there was not much Kunikida could do.

"I honestly thought the woman was the one possessed," you said. It appears you were talking about a horror movie you watched. "Turns out it was just a really heated sex scene."

Kunikida continued to type away at his laptop. It's true that he was supposed to be taking a break, but he had much more to do that a few minutes of working ahead was ideal.

"Oh? How'd it go?"

Without a moment's hesitation, you began making loud, obscene noises.

"Nngh! F-faster! Ohh..."

"Can't you talk about those things somewhere else?!"

The bastard just kept laughing at your acting, not even batting an eye at his distressed coworker. You, on the other hand quickly covered your mouth in embarrassment. "S-sorry, Kunikida-san."

"We forgot you were here," the other added, but there was no sign of remorse.

He clicked his tongue and went back to work. Each strike on the keyboard was loud and heavy, his annoyance clear as day. He hadn't noticed as to why only you had left as he was too focused on his own anger to care.

He wasn't particularly irritated at you nor at Dazai (although of course he'd be lying if he said his face didn't irk him at all), but rather he was angry at what you had done to him.

Kunikida tried to subtly rub his legs together. A rush of heat and blood to the south became unbearable the more he tried to not think about it. He could hear your pleas and whines as you squirmed underneath him - the slapping of wet skin as he slowly but roughly thrust behind you. Through his hitched breath he would praise you for taking him so well and call out your name.

"You okay, Kunikida-kun?"

Had it been your voice, he'd be damned. He lifted his eyes from the monitor and to the source of the voice. Dazai looked perplexed at first, but once he saw his partner's red and anguished face he grinned.

"Don't worry. I won't tell her, promise."

Age 45: Fukuzawa Yukichi

It was customary for you to visit the Agency every now and then. You'd bring some food and drink for the employees and of course for the man you came to visit anyway.

Fukuzawa had known you for a long time. You were one of the few and rare friends he could truly trust, which is why he always appreciates your unplanned appearances. Well, it was true that you were friends, but to him you were more than that.

"Yu-kun! I brought some sake today~"

He smiled softly as you entered with so much energy. It was perfect timing, he thought, since his week hasn't been going particularly well.

"It's not Friday yet, Y/N."

"Oh don't be such an old fart. Working hours ended long ago, and it's not like you're a lightweight. You'll be fine."

Your small pout was irresistible. Agh. Fine. He sighed and put away the paperwork. It was a good excuse to take a breather, at least.

You happily grabbed two cups from the cabinet and poured some of the clear liquid into both cups. After a toast, you nearly gulped down your drink.

"Ah... this is some good sake. Don't you agree, Yu-kun?"

He nodded. All alcohol tastes better in good company, after all.

A few more drinks and some rant about work here and there. Usually most of the talking was done by you, and he had no problem with that. Today was a bit different as it seems as though the alcohol you brought hit him much earlier than anticipated.

He aired his grievances about certain clients quite clearly, but the tone of his voice remained level. It was surprising for you but you nevertheless enjoyed hearing him be more honest about his feelings.

It came to a particular case wherein he was attacked physically by some petty politician. Of course Fukuzawa had easily blocked the attack and handled the situation well enough, but he said it left a very minor scratch just below his left eye.

"Eh? Really?"

Without thinking your face came dangerously close to his and your thumb gently stroked his left cheek. His whole body tensed as you continued to brush the small graze, not once giving him enough room to breathe properly. You continued to ask questions about it but he was unable to answer. Your soft and gentle skin touched his in the most minimal sense yet his body was reacting far too much in scale. He shouldn't have drunk too much - this is getting dangerous.

"You've really had it rough..."

Your hand finally left his face. Somewhat relieved, he let out a shaky breath. But it wasn't enough for him to relax completely. Suddenly, you grabbed his right hand and even laced your fingers into his.

"How can I help you, Yu-kun?"

Did he ever mention how much he liked hearing you call him that? It was so cute, so damn cute. Your words were slurred but the sentiment was distinct enough to send him into overdrive.

Your eyes were glassy and full of concern . Your hand didn't stay still either as your thumb kept playing with his pointer finger. The stimuli were affecting him more than usual - agh, he really shouldn't have drank too much - but he just liked it. The sensation of it. He loved it.

"C-come..."

to my place, he wanted to add. The temptation to be honest about these specific feelings was too great and he was afraid that if this dragged out any longer the heat building in his body would eventually be released right here in his office. The thought of your gentle touch and you caressing him in ways he could only dream of felt so close to being real. But the sudden grasp on reality and fear of rejection finally hit him.

"...more often. To the office. Your... presence is more than enough."

You smiled so gleefully at his statement and hugged him innocently. "Sure thing, sure thing. I'm always here if you need to vent."

His heart began to beat slower as you finally let go of him. He was saddened by the turn of events, but this is for the best.

"That's enough for now, I think. I'll come over again next week. Maybe with more sweets and less alcohol. What do you think?"

The gentle smile which he tried so hard to put on betrayed his true feelings.

"Yes, that would be lovely."

Age 28 (c'mon it's close to 30): Edgar Allan Poe

Trips to the beach were rare and far between for him, yet Poe wouldn't say he was particularly fond of them. Sweat and more sweat accompanied by the sticky sand was far from the comfort of the cold and secluded areas he was used to. Nevertheless, this was an opportunity for him to find inspiration for a new novel.

Oh and of course you were there too. That was just a bonus - definitely not the main reason why he wanted to go in the first place.

The entire day he only spent under an umbrella and scribbling on his manuscript, not even daring to touch the seawater. He was absolutely right about wet sand and harsh sun being long-time enemies. Perhaps the only consolation was the tasty cool drinks from the bar.

But Poe was still determined to have fun: specifically, he wanted to be able to utilize the beach as an inspiration for writing to the fullest extent. He snuck out of the resort and settled on a free beach chair.

The sun was much lower than it was at its zenith. The sky was a deep orange and the breeze was cool on the skin - just how he liked it. He began to concentrate once more on the paper in his hands, not minding anyone who passed him by or Karl who was occasionally playing with his hair.

"So this is where you've been."

He nearly jumped at the sound of your voice. You chuckled at his reaction and sat on the chair next to his. "Are you working on a new novel?"

He nodded slowly. His eyes were glued to the ground, embarrassed to look at you again. You were still wearing a bikini although you did wear a sheer dress on top of it. It was only a glance but the image of you was already permanently burned in his memory.

"I won't bother you, then. I'll just enjoy the sea a bit more."

Before his disappointment took over him you had already left and walked toward the shoreline. His gaze followed you and lingered a bit too long. Of course, you hadn't noticed this.

He hastily shuffled the papers and desperately tried to continue writing, trying to forget whatever thoughts were beginning to emerge.

Setting... beach resort. That would work.

He began to write down a few details that came to mind.

Murder weapon... a knife? Isn't that too plain?

Gradually, the sun began to set. It became harder to read and write down his thoughts, so he instead decided to take mental notes of wherever his mind would wander.

Culprit... motive... I suppose a crime of passion fits best. If this-

You were wading in the water, as far as he could tell. The waves reached to only slightly above your ankles as you stared at the horizon. The sheer dress you wore seemed to have disappeared in the faint glow of sunlight.

How shall the murder be carried out? Accident? Or framing another character? ...locked room mystery?

The sun already touched the sea. The deep orange was not enough to illuminate the surroundings, and the little clothing you wore also seemed to have turn into thin air.

L-locked room-

You had been reduced to a mere shadow. Ordinarily, it would be difficult to distinguish you from any other woman. But of course Poe was sure it was you. Your curves - your beautiful curves were so much more exquisite than any sculpture in a museum.

Agh. He should have been an artist.

Where was I? Oh yes. Locked room... salty scent... taste of- taste of her-

Your hair was gently being blown by the breeze.

Fuck.

You were too far for his liking but too near for him to be comfortable. He wanted to touch you, embrace and adore you, but he was afraid he would not be able to control himself. His grip was already so tight that his manuscript was on the verge of tearing - he might not live another day if you approached him right now.

Yet slowly your figure came closer and closer. He could almost smell you at each step you took, and he almost shuddered when you called out his name.

"Y/N! I'll-" he choked as the warmth became unbearable. "I'll have t-to go ahead. I-I'm sorry!"

He dashed off while his pet raccoon followed him, leaving you confused. You only sighed. It's not like you weren't used to Poe's strange behaviors, after all.

[fangirlings-things]

To get the job done

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Word count: 5.1K

Summary: going undercover as a couple with your boss in order to serve as bait for an unsub, definitely should have been more... professional

Warnings: smut, sexual innuendos, chocking, language, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: I wrote this in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep and couldn't shake this idea out of my head lol. this is my first hotch smut ever written so I hope this is good. hope you guys enjoy this, lots of love!!!

TAG LIST: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @locke-writes ; @regalbanshee || GIF IS NOT MINE

“It’s not working”

Between the loud music resonating through the nightclub and the proximity of civilians who shouldn’t hear your words, you had come closer to Hotch to speak, so that he could fully understand what you were saying. As you did, mouth close to his ear, you were able to smell the scent of perfume coming from him. That was a good smell.

You both had done your best to look incredibly good on that night, for the operation the BAU had developed alongside the local police department on the last two days. As the unsub had been targeting couples on that nightclub specifically and there were no bodies to sustain the accusation even though he had been the last one seen with all those people, the best approach was to use a bait and catch him in the act.

At first you believed you were going in undercover with Morgan, what you guys had already done before when the situation called for it. But according to the profile and the fact that all the previous disappeared male victims were white, the team agreed that it would be better to send Hotch, and that was how you ended up playing couple with your boss, something you were sure shouldn’t be making you as nervous as it was.

“We've only been here for half an hour, (Y/N)” Hotch replied, eyes wondering around a bit before he focused on you and smiled tenderly, placing a hand on your cheek. You had been exchanging soft touches like that, to blind in between the other couples present. “Maybe he isn’t here yet”

You sighted heavily, but nodded in agreement, because there was a good chance he was right. For another hour, you and Hotch kept on to your disguise. You smiled at each other, even danced a bit, which really made you laugh because you had never pictured your boss doing such thing, and he had managed to laugh a bit as well. At some point, you felt his hands circling your waist and pulling you close towards his own body. You couldn’t deny the shiver that ran down your spine in that moment.

Time passed and passed, and except for a woman that got close to flirt with Hotch that he politely dismissed by holding your hand, nothing happened. The unsub didn’t approach you, like he had done to the other missing couples. Only then, a thought occurred to you and you remembered something important about the abductions. Or more exactly, previously to those.

“Hotch, we forgot something” you said, slowly pulling him by the arm to one of the corners of the club, like you where just getting away from the crowd to make out a bit.

“What?” he asked, frowning while trying to keep a relaxed expression on his features. Under the shinning lights of the nightclub, his short hair and white shirt with the two first buttons open and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he looked extremely handsome. Not that you hadn’t noticed it already on a daily basis, but then, he was your boss. On this night… he was playing your boyfriend. You had some kind of permission to allow yourself to think such thing.

“The unsub's method. What made him choose those couples instead of all the others” you said, pressing your back against the wall and bringing him close to you with a smile, feeling other people’s eyes on you both. His hands found your waist and stayed there, unmoving. “He likes to play the gentleman before actually abducting the couples” you told Hotch, hands running up his uncovered by the rolled sleeves arms. “Witnesses said they saw the male and the female getting into some kind of discussion, that the men were sometimes violent with their girlfriends, so the unsub would come and defend her” you saw that he had understood what you meant even before you said the words. “You have to be violent with me”

“So he gets to play the good guy with the women before abducting them and the boyfriends, to later kill them both” he completed your line of thought and you nodded, agreeing. “(Y/N)…” Hotch then began, hesitant. You saw the way he squeezed his lips on a thin line and sighted heavily, looking around again before getting his gaze fixed on you. “are you sure this is what we have to do?”

“I am” you guaranteed, eyes fixed on his as seriousness filled your tone. Hotch stared at you for a long moment as if he was thinking about it, but then he pulled back, taking his hands away from you and stepping back like he suddenly wanted distance. Fearing it would blow your cover, you looked at him even more seriously now. “Hotch? Come on! You have to…”

Before you could finish your sentence, expressing your indignation for his hesitation to get the job done, he closed the gap between you both once again, body now fully pressed against yours. His breath was on your face, heavy and hot. One of his hands, had gone to your throat. He was squeezing your neck, fingertips digging into your skin just enough to put some pressure on it.

“Why can’t you ever stop talking” his voice came out rough, irritated. With widened eyes because of the fact that he was suddenly all upon you, you realized that Hotch was playing along. He was following the plan. And really, you wanted to think about the unsub, but it proved to be really hard when you had Hotch’s hand around your throat and his breath on your face. The scent of his perfume, so close… you felt intoxicated by him in the best way possible.

“Hotch…” you began, glad that he had to be the one leading the actions and not you. Honestly, professionalism was the last thing on your mind in that moment and even though you knew it was wrong, you couldn’t help it.

“Shut up” he replied in the same instant, which made you go instantly quiet, as his hand increased the pressure on your neck just a bit. The fake anger was there in his voice but in his eyes, there was no such thing. They were cautious, inspecting your features to see if you were comfortable with this. You stared back at him silently and he understood, that you were good to keep up the little scene, which set him into action once again. “Just shut the fuck up for a moment” his hand moved further up your throat, brushing against your skin smoothly as it went. He only stopped when he was finally able to touch your bottom lip with his thumb, eyes on your lips as he did so. “Just shut up”

And right and there, you did something you couldn’t have predicted.

You moaned.

A low, breathy moan that you silently wished for him to not have heard, but of course he had, being pressed up against you like that. You closed your eyes for a long moment, embarrassed and desperately wanted to disappear. You had just moaned because of the hand of your boss around your throat. That wasn’t something you felt quite pride of. Still, you forced yourself to open your eyes and stare at Hotch. His eyes… they were unreadable. Even though you were a profiler, you had no idea what was on his mind. None.

Before you could think of anything to say, suddenly a man approached you and Hotch, getting too close. He was extremely tall, had brown eyes and blond hair. There was a calm expression on his features, the kind of expression you had often seen in the faces of unsubs when they talked about their crimes. “Hey, you’re hurting the lady, man!”

As both of your attentions were on him now, that being the unsub the police had already locked up but then let go because of the lack of evidences, Hotch released his hand from your throat, but then he grabbed your forearm with it, keeping you in place. When he spoke, he used the best angered voice he had. “I’m having a private conversation with my girlfriend. Why don’t you leave?”

The unsub focused his gaze on you, ignoring Hotch like he hadn't even spoken. “Is he hurting you?”

“Yeah, (Y/N), am I hurting you?” Hotch said turning to you too, provoking the unsub by forcing you to share the full attention he clearly wanted.

“No” you replied, eyes going from Hotch to the unsub. Looking into the latter's eyes, you forced yourself to give out a little smile. “I’m fine, but thank you” and as to reassure him, you gently placed your hand on his arm.

You heard Hotch take a deep breath by your side, annoyed by you touching the other man, and then he gripped really tightly at your arm. “We are leaving” and then without warning, he began to drag you towards the exit. You didn’t have to look back to know that the unsub was following you both.

“The others are outside, right?” you whispered to Hotch, as he continued to drag you along between the great amount of people.

“Yes, Morgan has a S.W.A.T team on the roof top of the next building” he said back, while pushing open the door of the nightclub. Instantly, the cold air of the night outside the place made you shiver, because of the great amount of exposed skin from your dress. Without saying anything else, he continued to drag you along. Seconds later, you heard the door being opened and closed again.

“Hey!” a voice that clearly belonged to the unsub said and you and Hotch stopped, turning around to look at him. He had pulled out a gun, and had it pointed directly to your face. “Come here you both, or I’ll shoot her right in her pretty face”

“Alright man, take it easy!” Hotch let go of you, raised his hands in the air and motioned for you to walk alongside him. You placed the most scared look you could on your face as you walked towards the unsub.

When you and Hotch had already closed half of the distance between you both and the unsub, armed agents appeared from every corner of the empty, barely illuminated parking lot, pointing their guns to the unsub.

“Richard Jones, put the gun down right now!” Morgan’s firm voice echoed through the parking lot as he screamed, standing just a few feet away from the man.

The unsub looked from the many agents to you both and seeing the controlled expressions on your faces, he clenched his jaw, filled with anger. “You two are cops, aren’t you?” hearing the instability in his voice, Hotch took a step forward to stand in front of you, shielding you with his own body. “Son of a…” the unsub took a enraged step forward and then the sound of a shot filled the night. In the same instant, the unsub fell to the ground, dropping the gun and using the now free hand to press on his shoulder, where the bullet had hit him.

Morgan quickly ran towards the fallen unsub and kicked the gun away from his reach. “You two good?” he asked without turning around, still pointing his gun to the now unharmed unsub.

“Yeah, we’re fine” you said, after touching Hotch’s shoulder for a moment. He just nodded, fine. Good.

The ambulance came after ten minutes to take the unsub to the closest hospital. Morgan talked to the local officers to decide which one would accompany Jones there and Reid and Prentiss had just congratulated you for the good job. Rossi, talked to Hotch a few feet away from where you were. When Spencer and Emily walked away to verify some last things with the paramedics, Hotch approached you.

“Good job” he said, hands on the pockets of his pants. The professionalism was back, now that the operation was done. The boss was back like he had never left.

“Thanks. You too” you gave him a smile, eyes on the paramedics that were just putting Jones inside the ambulance. “That’s how he did it. He threatened the women to make the men comply to whatever he said”

“He envied the men, they were always his real target. He overpowered the men and probably made them watch whatever he did to the girlfriends” Hotch said, also looking at the unsub.

“Do you think we will find the bodies?” you asked, frustrated. Now, Jones could be charged for the crimes but the families of the victims had nothing to hold on to. No bodies to bury. The thought was awful.

“I don’t think so” Hotch replied, as clear and honest as ever. The sound of the ambulance's doors being closed made itself heard and then Hotch sighted and put himself in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that beautifully defined the muscles of his arms. “(Y/N), about what happened in there…” for a second you thought he was going to mention your moan and all air left your lungs. But thankfully, he didn’t. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly. Gripping you like that”

“Oh, you didn’t” you rushed yourself into saying, trying to calm down your still heavy beating heart. You gave him another smile and a shrug. “We just did what we had to do to get the job done, right?”

“(Y/N)!” Reid called you, standing close to one of the SUV's, motioning for you to come close.

You briefly touched Hotch’s arm. “Don’t worry, Hotch” and giving him one last friendly smile you walked away towards Reid, taking a deep breath as you did so. Being under Hotch’s stare had never been so intense, exciting and anxious all the same.

With every step you took, you wondered if you would ever be able to look at Hotch like you did before that night. Merely as your boss and a friend.

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It turned out, things weren’t the same anymore.

It had been a month since that case were you and Hotch had gone undercover together as a couple. A month. It always felt like it had happened on the previous day to the one you were living. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake that night away from your mind.

Everytime Hotch would sit close to you at the jet and you would smell his perfume, you would inevitably close your eyes and remember the feeling of having his hands on your waist. When he would hand you a file and your hands would end up casually brushing against one another, you would remember having that same hand closed around your throat and that thought alone would make you have to hold back a whimper.

Truth was you wouldn’t be able to deny your attraction to your boss to anyone that asked about it. Thankfully though, you hadn’t wore wires on that night and no other members of the team had gone into the club. So, those moments had belonged only to you both. Your corrupted mind, was more than grateful for it.

“(Y/N), my love?” Garcia’s voice brought you back to reality, making you snap out of your thoughts and focus your eyes on hers. She was staring at you with a smile and curious eyes. “Now, you were daydreaming about some lucky sugar out there”

Cleaning your throat, you did your best to keep on a straight face. It was unbelievable how even though you daily spent your time with profilers, she could be more perceptive than all of them went it came to emotions and personal innuendos. “I’m sorry Penelope, I drifted away. Was is it?”

She stared at you with interested eyes for a few more moments before looking down at the table you were both sitting at for hours now, at the lobby of the hotel you had all booked in the city. “Well, I just finished doing all the background check I could get on the previous victims, like you guys asked me to” she handed you a folder, filled with information that certainly would be significant for the current investigation the team was working on. You were glad she had travelled with you all for this case.

“Penelope, you’re amazing” you grabbed the folder and took a few glares to the pages inside of it, before closing it again and looking back at her. “We should call it for the day and get some rest like the others”

“I’ll do that, I just have to check one last thing. Will you please spare me the trouble and take this to Hotch on your way to have some amazingly good sleep?” she pouted, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist such a request.

“Sure” you said, thinking about the fact that you had just agreed on going to Hotch’s room to deliver him the folder in the middle of the night. You took a deep breath before standing up. “Goodnight, Penelope”

“Rest well, my lovely friend” she winked at you and you smiled back at her before making your way to the elevator. You were all staying on the same floor, so you pressed the bottom to the seventh floor and waited with a fast beating her inside the elevator, that seemed to get to the said floor too soon. Too fast.

Room 220. You stared at it's door for what seemed to be hours. You thought about Hotch inside. The fact that you were about to come in. Him, alone. Alone with you. Like you two had been on that nightclub.

Taking a deep breath, you concentrated on stopping those wondering thoughts and knocked on the door. The answer came seconds later, an 'enter' you would often hear at the office. Of course he had been waiting awake for the files. That was Hotch, after all.

Taking another deep breath you opened the door and your gaze immediately met Hotch, who stood with his arms crossed over his chest close to the table placed at the corner of the room. Pictures and other files filled it and he looked through it like always, searching for leads and trying to begin the building of the unsub's profile. He had removed his black suit and red tie, standing there with just a white shirt covering his upper body. Just like on the nightclub.

“Hey, I’m sorry to bother, but Garcia asked me to bring you these files” you raised the folder in the air, a small polite smile on your lips as you did so.

“Thank you” he crossed the distance of the room towards you and stopped just two steps away. You handed him the folder, and he looked inside it for long moments before looking back to you so your eyes would meet. “Do you want to help me go over this knew information?”

You swallowed dry at the suggestion you hadn’t been expecting. Who needed to sleep when you could just spend time with the man you daydreamed about, right? This thought, got the next words out of your mouth. “Yeah, sure”

“Okay, close the door” Hotch said with that professional tone of his, nodding in the door's direction before turning around and going back to stand close to the table. You did close the door and then went to stand by him, looking at all the files splayed out in quite a mess. “I still haven’t been able to make any progress with the profile”

“Well, we’ve only been here for two days” you said, getting some of the crime scene pictures in your hands and looking attentively at them, searching for anything that might have passed your attentions before. “we don’t have much but we’ll get the job done, like we always do”

Then, Hotch chuckled. The sound was so unexpected and it happened to rarely that you instantly stopped looking at the photos, placed them back at the table and then turned with a frown to look at your boss, not being able to stop yourself from smiling a bit. “What?”

“Nothing, is just that…” he shrugged, arms still crossed over his chest and eyes not staring into yours. “we have been making a great team lately” and then he looked at you. And he must have recognized the conflicted expression on your features, because the intensity of his eyes suddenly became too much to bare. And still, you found yourself unable to look away.

“Yeah, we have” you found it within yourself to answer those simple three words and then it happened exactly like in the nightclub. Before you could even realize what was happening, Hotch got closer and closer until his body was almost touching yours. Painfully almost.

“Can I?” he asked, staring into your eyes with beautiful fixation. His breathing was heavy and it made you realize that you weren’t the only one nervous in that room. You just nodded, staring back at him with your heart beating so hard and fast inside your chest it seemed like it would explode. Slowly Hotch raised his eyes and placed them on your cheeks, fingertips caressing the skin beneath them gently. And then, even more slowly, he closed the gap between you both and touched your lips with his.

It wasn’t even a proper kiss. Just a brush of mouths. Curious, anxious, insecure. He brushed his lips against yours and stopped, as if giving you time to decide what to do. To have Hotch there like that, with you like you wanted him to be, it went to your head in a burst of delight and you were the one who urged forward and fully pressed your lips together, hands going to rest on his forearms. He tasted good. So unique, so fine.

You kissed slowly. Exploring, getting to know each other’s mouths little by little with tongues and lips. But then you got impatient, excited, and you pressed your lips more hardly against his, wanting to make those kisses as deep and breath taking as you could. Hotch responded immediately at that incentive, kissing you just as intensively as you wanted him to. And so, one of his hands slipped down to your throat and he squeezed it slightly, putting pressure. Such an amazing pressure. And it made you moan. At that point, after all those kisses, you didn’t even bother to try to repress it.

“I have been wanting to make you moan again since that night” Hotch said against your lips and that, actually made you moan again. Louder this time and it made his squeeze on your neck get tighter and if you were being honest, you weren’t having it any other way.

You kept on kissing, bodies fully pressed against one another, mouths devouring each other unstoppably until your hands found the buttons of his shirt and you started opening them. It seemed to take hours but you finally managed to slip the shirt out of him, the piece of clothing ending up on the floor just to be shortly joined by your own t-shirt.

Hotch’s hands then were on your waist, gripping at the bare skin of your hips in a way that made you weak. One of your hands was on his cheek and the other, played with the short hair at the back of his neck. Together you moved towards the bed, mouths only letting go to do so. You pushed Hotch to the bed and he sat at the edge of it, looking up at you breathless and with his mouth very reddened from the kisses. He was beautiful.

You moved to sit on his lap, hands on his neck and mouth back on his because you already missed it. Through the layers of your intimate clothes and both of your pants, you felt his hard member beneath you. As you kissed you pressed your body down into him, pressing his member, and his breath hissed. You smiled.

Hotch gripped your thighs with his hands firmly and flipped you both around, making you lay back on the bed as he got above you. He kissed you, tongue exploring your mouth and hands squeezing so tightly your thighs that you felt like you were going to burst.

His hands went to open the button of your jeans and you helped him get rid of it. Another piece on the floor. Then, after giving you a series of quick kisses, Hotch stood up from the bed and started to take out his own pants. You just watched him, smiling with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Liking the view?” he asked with a smirk, and oh, that was a version of Hotch you could easily get used to. The way he took out the pants and disposed it to the side, standing now in just black boxer briefs, eyes not leaving you not for a second, that was something you wanted to mark in your memory.

“How could I not?” you replied just when he knelt back on the bed and then, crawled his way to be on top of you again. Looking up at his face, you sighted. That was amazing. What was happening… you couldn’t have predicted it not even in your best dreams.

Hotch kissed you again, hands traveling to your back just so that he could undo your bra. One more piece gone. One of his hands slowly found your left breast and he caressed it in his hands, making you moan again and again. He kissed you. He kissed your breasts. He kissed you again. His hands caressed your skin unstoppably.

“Hotch…” you moaned his name when he began to give you small bites here and there, the feeling of your skin between his teeth making you suck in a breath. He probably noticed the desperation in your voice, because next thing you knew he was sliding his kisses down to your belly and then, he kissed your pussy from above your panties. “Hotch” his name was emitted from your mouth again, louder this time.

He took his time just kissing you like that, with that layer between his mouth and your intimacy. Torturing you to the most. When he found it proper he removed your panties using both of his hands and after discarding them just like he had done with his pants, he used his hands to spread your thighs and get his face close to your pussy. He kissed your thighs, ignoring your intimacy. You could feel his hot breath down there and it made you lose your mind. You could almost feel yourself dripping your wetness into the bed.

“Hotch!” you urged him to stop teasing, eyes shut and chest raising and falling incredibly fast due to your erratic breathing. The moan you gave out when his mouth finally came in contact with your pussy was obscene. Was loud and you did not give a damn about it because you had your boss's face between your legs and that was it. That was all you cared about right then.

He sure as hell knew what to do with his mouth. He kissed, sucked and he fucked you with his tongue, his saliva mixed with the wetness of your own body making you become a moaning mess. Your hands went to his short hair and you gripped tightly at it, pulling. You moaned again, and that made him moan a bit. Suddenly the feeling of his mouth was gone and you felt extremely disappointed. Just a bit more…

One of his fingers found it’s way inside your body and your moan was cut short by his mouth back on yours. You tasted yourself on his mouth and the thought alone almost made you come. After a couple seconds, another finger joined in and the feeling of having them coming in and out of your body was incredible. Your hands stayed in his hair, pulling and gripping like you were holding yourself into dear life.

His movements were slow, calculated. The kisses were deep. At some point, you made it know you wanted more by sliding one of your hands down between both of your bodies and touching him through his briefs. He stopped kissing you, stopped the movements of his hand and looked into your eyes. You smiled at each other, and then he pulled back away from you to get rid of the last layer. The last piece ended on the floor.

You motioned to grab at his hard member, bit he held your wrist gently halfway and you frowned. “Another time. Right now” he came close again and with one of his hands, stroked your hair for a bit. “I want to make you feel good”

“Okay” you managed to say, already excited by the idea of 'another time'. You were certain, that was something you wanted to keep happening and for the look on Hotch’s face, he did too.

You both moaned together when he entered your body with his member. Finally. His mouth and fingers had made you as slick and open they could and you managed to fit all of him inside of you, all pain disappearing in just a few moments as you locked your legs around his waist.

Hotch looked into your eyes again, smiled by seeing your clearly pleasured expression and then began to move. Slowly, enjoying every bit of it. But after so much previous teasing, he couldn’t hold himself back too much and hearing you moan like that, probably didn’t help his state of mind.

His movements became rough, fast. You both moaned and moaned, each other’s names being the only thing leaving your mouths. One of Hotch’s hands found your throat and the feeling of his fucking you with the squeeze on your neck made you come, moaning loudly. So loudly. Hotch came just a few movements after, moaning too.

He laid beside you, both of you breathing heavily with your skins glistening in sweat. You kissed him once more before snuggling up to his chest and closing his eyes, you fell asleep.

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“Morning, guys” Prentiss said, yawning while joining the rest of the team in the hotel lobby. The sun had just raised itself in the sky and you were all heading to the local precinct.

“Morning” Morgan replied, smiling by her clearly sleepy face. Sitting by Garcia’s side in one of the couches, he had a cup of coffee in his hand. “Hope you all had a nice night of sleep, because this day will probably be too long”

“I couldn’t sleep until four” Reid said with a heavy sight, also having a cup of coffee in his hands. Standing beside you, he looked to Hotch and then back at you before whispering. “The walls were really thin”