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Fantasy Guide to Constitutional Monarchy

As there are many breeds of government, there are equally as many species of monarchy. Today, we will be learning about the concept of constitutional monarchy and how we can write them within our WIPs.

What is a Constitutional Monarchy?

Constitutional Monarchy is a monarchy that is bound by a country's constitution, where the monarch doesn't rule but they reign. The government acts and runs in the monarch's name, at their pleasure and owes their allegiance to the Crown but they are the decision-makers.

The Power and the Glory

The monarch doesn't have the power to rule but as Head of State, they still retain certain powers and responsibilities.

The monarch has the right to:

Warn a Prime Minister/Chancellor against a decision.

Be consulted about all state matters, crisis and news.

Advise and encourage.

The monarch has the responsibility to:

Be impartial, no matter their true feelings

Support the Prime Minister/Chancellor in their efforts to lead the country

The monarch usually retains power in the form of the Head of the Armed Forces (though most can't declare war), has the power to dissolve a sitting government, has the power to sign bills and legislation into law, by the opening of Parliament and recieves diplomats and ambassadors.

Why a Constitutional Monarchy?

You might be asking, why would a monarch agree to all these rules and limits? They are the King/Queen, no? Shouldn't they have all the power? Easy answer, they want to maintain both their power and their heads. Most modern monarchies have ceded to be bound by constitution because autocracies come with as many dangers as they come with benefits. A constitutional monarchy is often chosen to protect the monarchy, ensure it's longevity, appease the public and modernise to fit with changing opinions. The monarchy that doesn't adapt, doesn't survive. If a monarch truly believes in the role of monarchy and their duty, they would do well to consider how much they are willing to sacrifice in its name. It also provides a unifying figure for the country to look up to without the divide of political opinion and creed.

Constitutional Monarchies Across the World

The UK: The monarch's role is ceremonial, they open Parliament, grant Royal approval to bills and meet with the Prime Minister to be informed of the government's doings.

Sweden: The Swedish monarchy is symbolic only.

Japan: The Emperor of Japan has no governing powers, he recieves foreign dignitaries, participates in traditional events and rituals.

Spain: The Spanish monarchy has the power to dissolve government, summon government and appoint the Prime Minister.

Norway: Norway's monarchy is heavily symbolic but the monarch resides over the Council of State, signs official documents and undertakes state visits.

Belgium: The Belgian monarchy is also ceremonial but has the power to appoint the formateur who leads coalition negotiations, signs laws but these acts must require the signature of a government minister.

The Netherlands: The Dutch monarch has a ceremonial role, with the Prime Minister and Parliament holding political power. The monarch’s duties include signing bills into law and representing the country at official events

Thailand: The Thai monarch has a cultural and ceremonial role but politics is the business of the elected government.

Monaco: The Principality of Monaco is an exceptional version of a constitutional monarchy. While the Prince is bound by the constitution, he had the power to appoint the Minister of State and the Government Council. These bodies are directly accountable to the Prince. The Prince has the right to propose laws to the National Council, veto laws and formally enacts the laws approved by the National Council.

Denmark: The monarch appoints the Prime Minister who leads Folketing, they sign all acts passed by the government which must be countersigned by a Cabinet Minister and participates in state ceremonies.

Lesotho: This monarchy is ceremonial too but the King has the power to appoint the Prime Minister and other officials (on governmental advice).

[necrotic-nephilim]

i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.

that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.

the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.

i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.

and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.

so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.

[spotlightstudios]

Me: Ah yes, I do not wear many clothes, packing should be simple!

Also Me: (3 bags of clothes later, realizing it's not even a fraction of the wardrobe I keep tucked away.) Fuck.

[imbouttasue]

Remarried Empress characters as satire IG notes trend

Please note that all quotes here are satire and are posted in the PH community for entertainment! I thought it'd be funny to do them on TRE characters. Thanks!

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[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Takaaki is way too skinny in canon to be alive. What the fuck 😨

His beta design has more meat on his bones than his final design. HOW????

I'M WORRIED????? HE'S SO SKINNY, THERE IS NO MEAT, JUST BONE...

He's still a smash

[fagatakonin]

I cant believe ive been rawdogging life for so many years😭 and how drastically my life changed with JUST moving out. I keep on repeating the same stupid patterns i've been doing foreverrr and everrrr BUT i am happier in general.... imagine if i took actual steps to fix my life ..

[hunsa-jars]

hi peeps howdy hello

[tommykaine]

I know I've been extremely silent, but I am not dead, and in fact I have a few updates:

I have a couple stories that are either finished and just in need of editing, basically finished, or halfway through, so I will finally be publishing some new stuff again! I'm happy to see I'm still getting sales despite not having new things published in a while, but I also feel a bit guilty. IRL shit has just been kind of complicated.

There is however something I have scrapped and will NOT be published. That is the continuation of the "Chikan" series that I had started with "Karin's Tale". Obviously I had no idea of it when I first started writing it, but since then there has been a discovery of a huge Korean sex trafficking ring case based on Telegram chatrooms, which bears too many similarities with what I had written/plotted for me to be comfortable continuing that series.

I have plans to write something on AO3 again too, but absolutely no guess on when I'll get to that. I have ideas, but nothing written down yet.

[the-autism]

so uh

surprise i'm still here

[kitkatlovr]

Uhhh first post let's go? I've had Danny Phantom x DC crossover brainrot in my head for the past three months :P Never touched either fandom before now though so that's cool

Dpxdc prompt

Every time Danny goes ghost, he's kinda technically dying on command. And when someone dies, they get their own lair as an afterlife. So what if every time he "dies" he just get another lair? Like in the Ghost Zone there's just a bunch of space themed doors sorta close together but not really next to each other? So there's like hundreds if not thousands of doors from the amount of times Danny transforms. And he kinda doesn't know about it? He's still techincally sorta alive so the thought that he has a lair just doesn't come up in his mind.

The day when he defeats Pariah Dark and becomes the Ghost King of the Infinite Realms by Right of Combat, his core becomes attuned to the Infinite Realms that's also sorta sentient. So the Realms are just like "hey there's a bunch of lairs in my Chosen Ones name so I'm gonna give him a welcome present by merging them all together :)"

And then the result is a huge implosion of mass from the tens of thousands of doors and energy from the surrounding ectoplasm. Like a reverse Big Bang. Which absolutely fits with one of Danny's two obsessions: Space. And EVERYONE can feel the aftershocks. Or a certain Death magic feeling. Like a man named John Constantine.

So naturally everyone is just like "wtf!?" Like John calling an emergency JLD meeting even though he barely ever does, and the Ancients are just absolutely flabbergasted that this infant of a new Ancient suddenly has a whole ass haunt in the Infinite Realms that's as big or even bigger than theirs.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg, idek what his haunt in the Infinite Realms would manifest as.

P.S. if anyone had this idea before me and also posted it somewhere, I'm sorry I've never had an original thought in my life

[valkaerd]

You can't hide from me forever.

[cosmicwavelengths]

girl dad! bucky barnes

minors, DNI! - 18+ only pairing: dad! bucky barnes x mom! reader a/n: hello! i saw a prompt/headcanon on here about bucky being a dad and it inspired me to write this! tbh i’m not exactly sure what timeline this takes place in, but imagine all the avengers are together (and alive). this ended up being a bit longer than expected lol, so i hope you all don't mind too much. enjoy!

tags: fluff/smut, pregnancy/getting pregnant, dad! bucky barnes (he is the best dad ever), mom! reader, bucky is overprotective (duh), both reader and bucky have their insecurities going into parenthood, sam wilson, tony stark, wanda maximoff, and steve rodgers (mentioned), baby nicknames (angel, babydoll), f! reader nicknames (baby)

cw: smut (implied breeding, mating press), hickey/love bite (reader receiving), tooth rotting fluff, bucky barnes, descriptions of pregnant bodies and stretch marks (body talk), bucky is still working through his trauma/PTSD with his experiences as the winter soldier

wc: 1.9k | masterlist

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bucky wasn’t so sure he ever wanted to have kids. it had felt like almost a lifetime (literally) since he last interacted with his own blood relatives, and his memories of this were faint given the amount of brainwashing and memory wiping he had to endure while acting as the winter soldier. he never quite thought about what life would be like with kids, until you mentioned it one day.

it sorta… slipped out. bucky had your knees pressed into the mattress, folding you into a mating press and pounding into your sensitive pussy. one of his strokes hit the deepest, most sensitive spot of your spongy walls causing you to writhe under him and whine out: “bucky, put a baby in me?”

bucky freezes above you, eyes wide open in shock. “fuck, do you really mean that?” he asks, bringing his flesh hand up, rubbing his thumb gently against your cheek.

you gaze up at him with your soft doe eyes. “please?”

bucky groans, sliding back in. “shit, your pussy is so good, baby. keep squeezing my cock like that and i’ll make you a mommy.”

and that’s how you ended up pregnant!

the moment he found out you were pregnant, he insisted on doing everything for you. thirsty? he’s refilling your large water bottle. hungry? he already ordered in your favorite take out. he had always been like this, but it seems like his protectiveness dial turned up to an eleven when you began carrying your child. his child.

born in the 1910s, he's definitely more of a traditional man in the sense that he believes that you shouldn't have to lift a finger to do anything, and this is taken to an extreme during your pregnancy. one day, he caught you moving around furniture for the umteenth time, causing him to wordlessly pick you up and carry your bridal style to your room to plop you into your bed. "we've talked about this, sweetheart," he says softly, grabbing the remote to turn on your favorite show. "bucky, i can still do things myself even if i'm growing our baby!" you insist, settling into bed as you feel your joints grow weary. he leans down to kiss your forehead and cheek, "let me wait on you, darling, it's the least i can do while you carry our angel."

you blink and a few months had passed by. by the end of your second trimester, your belly had grown in size, much to your dismay. of course you had expected this, but a deep seed of insecurity was planted within you seemingly from nowhere. you were racked with negative thoughts of how much your body had been changing, especially as your tummy gains new stretch marks. but bucky never failed to remind you everyday how beautiful you are to him and how he can’t wait to meet the baby soon.

part of bucky was worried that he wouldn’t be a good dad. sure, he had been reading parenting books and getting advice from wanda and tony, he carried a lot of baggage from his time as the winter soldier. bucky has a recurring nightmare that he would be accidentally activated as the winter soldier again and hurt you or the baby, which forces him to wake up in a cold sweat. on nights like these, you hold bucky gently as he falls back asleep, confident that he would never do anything to hurt his family.

one day, you started to create a registry for the baby shower you were planning together. you added the usual things: diapers, wipes, a baby monitor. one day, you went into the document to find that bucky had added some… interesting things. you weren’t quite sure what an “automatic baby feeder” was or where to get “ivory soap.”

bucky was astounded at the amount of baby things that exist now. devices to track the baby’s oxygen levels, baby cameras, sound machines - none of this was around when he or his sisters were born, so shopping was quite an exciting experience for him. when you were feeling up to it, he loved to take you around the city to stroller pop-up shops, admiring how high-tech they’ve gotten in the past 80 years. however, the price tags were… not as thrilling. he fumbles with a tag, brows furrowed: “nothing ever cost this much back in my day,” he grumbles, which you playfully roll your eyes at.

eventually, bucky recruited sam and steve to help baby-proof the house. you didn’t realize that so many baby safety items existed (and you’re sure that tony stark quietly contributed baby proofing items of his own creation), but you realized the baby was going to be more than okay when you locked yourself out of the kitchen cabinets more than a few times.

your little girl was born at 3:00am on a tuesday. bucky would never admit it to you or anyone, but he cried when he first laid eyes on her. he thought he had known what love is between you and the rest of the avengers, but meeting your baby girl had unlocked a new level of love he never knew existed. she was perfect, and no one could take that away from him.

if you thought bucky had been overprotective with you… just wait until you see him with his baby. he practically stared holes through the doctor as he conducted the reflex testing. when she was startled and began cry, bucky took a warning step closer to the doctor and began staring harder, if that was even possible for him. “bucky, honey, let the doctor do his job,” you gently remind him, stroking his arm. “i don’t want him to hurt her,” he grumbles crabbily. he briefly contemplated asking tony for a stark armored car or security to escort you all back from the hospital, but you had talked him down from it.

once you’re home from the hospital, he barely lets the baby out of his sight. without fail, he always reaches the crib first when the baby begins to fuss at night. you suppose you shouldn’t be entirely surprised given that he’s a relatively light sleeper, but by the time you were able to get to the doorway of your bedroom he was already holding her, humming a light tune and rocking her gently back to sleep.

soon enough, she began to roll over on her own and crawl. it broke bucky’s heart to hear her cry when she did tummy time, so he’s more than happy when she progressed past that stage.

one day, when you were all sitting in the living room, you watched her carefully as she stumbled to her feet again. “do you think today will be the day?” you question, watching her attempt to regain her balance. “i’m not sure, she’s been trying for a while now,” bucky answers, still staring down at his tablet. he was concerned that you had been behind on this milestone, so he took it upon himself to research any potential causes. maybe she saw something she wanted,  and slowly, she took one step. two. then three. you watch with wide eyes. “bucky!” you quietly whisper, so as not to distract her. “look!”

and there she was, his baby walking on her own. bucky tosses the tablet away, leaning over with his arms out. “come to daddy, pumpkin!” he quietly encourages, face growing into a wide smile. she excitedly shrieks, clapping her hands and walking towards him faster. she collapses in his arms with a giggle. you cheer, clapping your hands together and tearing up. bucky hugs her tightly with a smile, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “she’s growing up so fast,” bucky says, voice shaking with emotion. “i can’t believe she’s walking already.”

soon, that unsteady walking turned into running and running quickly. bucky may be a super soldier, but he’s still 106 years old. and somehow, he can feel every one of those years. he swears he has his back turned for one second and she’s putting his flip phone in her mouth, taking off into another room. sigh. 

some time passes and she starts to develop her own little personality. she loves to play in her mommy’s clothes and shoes. she giggles when you lightly dust her little nose with one of your clean make-up brushes. however, she’s grown to be somewhat sassy and stubborn, which you swear up and down she got from her father. bucky chuckles at that. “that’s my girl.”

don’t even get him started on her first day of kindergarten. poor bucky practically begged you to let her stay at home another year. “does she really need kindergarten? she’s already so smart, maybe we can talk them into letting her skip up to first grade next year.” you laugh lightly, reaching over to pat his hand, “this will be good for her social development, bucky.” though he was dreading it, the first day of school snuck upon you. bucky leans against the door frame as he watches you help her put on her little red dress and matching red shoes. bucky’s heart broke extra the way she excitedly ran into the school, realizing that she was growing up far faster than he thought.

most weekends, bucky insists on staying in with her, playing dress up, having tea parties, and watching princess movies. if bucky was honest, he wasn’t the biggest fan of most of these things (particularly the princess films, but you reminded him that she was far too young to watch mad max). bucky would wait longer between haircuts, knowing how much his little girl loved to run a comb through it. there’s nothing he loves more in life than spending time with his little angel.

as bucky did to you, he spoiled his daughter to death. even before she was born, bucky would come home with little outfits for her even if it would be years before she could fit in it. “i saw this at the store and i couldn’t resist,” he says, holding up the little teddy bear onesie and smiling sheepishly. “i couldn’t help but imagine our little boy or girl wearing it.”

the moment she was born, bucky promised himself that he would give you and his babydoll the world. turns out, such a promise carries a hefty price tag. as she discovered more of herself, she wanted to try out dance, basketball, playing piano. bucky was more than happy to foot the bill, even with the ulcer-inducing costs that come with raising a family in new york city. but nonetheless, bucky would hang the moon and stars for his family.

bucky loves to watch you and her have ‘mommy and me’ play dates. he chuckles lightly as his angel attempts to push him with all her might out of her bedroom. “no boys allowed!” she shrieks behind the closed door, breaking into giggles after. he smiles watching you help her make pancakes one lazy saturday morning. 

behind closed doors, bucky wants to spoil you in more ways than one. you’re such a good mommy to their little angel and he can barely restrain himself from practically pouncing on you after a long day out.

“fuck, baby, i love you so much,” he grits out between deep thrusts. you reach up to hold onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh. “please, bucky, i can’t take anymore!” you whimper out, a warm feeling blooming at the base of your stomach as you try not to cum too early.

“you’re so good to me, lemme give you another one. a son, maybe?” you flush, gazing into his crystal blue eyes with that same look that got you pregnant a few years prior. you slide your hands up behind his neck, lacing your fingers with one another. you nod rapidly, “give it to me, bucky. please cum inside me.”

he leans in, sucking a deep red mark into your neck. “your pussy is so perfect, like it was made for me. now, hold still while i fuck another baby into you. let me give you that son that you deserve.”

and, unsurprising to no one, bucky’s seeds were planted well. you’re pregnant… again.

[kiwriteswords]

I was listening to Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae (it gives me so much Hotch vibes for some reason??? I love it) and I thought it would be the perfect occasion to make a request for your Thirsty Thursday 👀 I don't have much idea but I guess something in the car, maybe a younger reader so we have a lovely age gap and maybe something that goes with the lyrics "I write my name with lipstick on your chest I leave a mark so you know I'm the best" (don't need to be the name writing of course ahah but I love the idea of lipstick stains on his chest)

You're the absolute best and congrats on your 2k btw!! you deserve thousand more 🫶

Fog up the windows in the parking lot [Aaron Hotchner x Age-Gap!Reader] **

Ki2k Masterlist||MainMasterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 3k|| AN: Hii! Thank you so much for this request--I still can't believe I was listening to this song when you sent this, haha. Great minds think alike!! I hope you like this (I can't write smut to save my life, but here i am doing a smut day.)

Tags/Warnings: female reader, porn without plot honestly, smut, mdni, unprotected sex, car sex, I am bad at writing smut sorry, horny hotch, sorta brat tamer hotch, age gap, you're hotch's controversially young gf, not specified if reader is BAU (so up to your imagination).

Summary: The one where Aaron Hotchner realizes he goes weak in the knees when he sees how tight his much younger girlfriend's jeans are.

Hotch couldn't help himself today, and it was all because of those jeans you decided to wear. Each time you bent over to grab something off the lower shelves at the grocery store, his heart skipped a beat, his mind filled with thoughts that had no place in the brightly lit aisles of their local market. You were oblivious to the effect you were having on him, focused on checking items off the grocery list, your hips swaying naturally as you moved down the aisles.

It wasn’t just the bending or the swaying; it was every little thing you did. Each time you reached up to grab something from a higher shelf, the way your back arched slightly, Hotch felt a pull deep inside him, a stirring of feelings he hadn't expected to be so strong.

When you both loaded the groceries into the car and then reached into the backseat to grab your purse, your jeans hugging you perfectly, Hotch found his eyes lingering. He was usually more composed than this, more in control, but today, those jeans had him teetering on the edge.

Driving home, he kept stealing glances your way, each look like adding fuel to a fire he was struggling to contain. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning and desire mingled together. "You have no idea what those jeans are doing to me," he confessed, trying to keep his focus on the road but failing miserably.

You turned to look at him, a mischievous sparkle in your eye, fully aware now of the turmoil you were causing. His words, so out of character for the usually stoic and controlled man, only brought a playful smile to your lips.

Hotch knew he was treading uncharted waters, not just with his emotions but with how openly he was expressing them. Despite the teasing from the team, who noticed how much younger you were, and their offhand jokes about him being like a lovestruck teenager, it didn't matter. You brought out a side of him he never knew existed. A side that felt alive, vibrant, and yes, even a bit reckless.

You sighed, looking in your purse for something beside Hotch in the passenger seat. He then all about lost it when you unbuckled your seat belt in the passenger seat and twisted to the back. Your ass was now level with his head, practically drawing him in. He had to keep his eyes on the road--but god dammit. 

The car shifted slightly as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening from the tension. "You're doing this on purpose now," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of exasperation and barely contained desire.

Playing coy, you didn't respond immediately. Instead, you found your lipstick and settled back into your seat, taking your time to apply it carefully, glancing at him to gauge his reaction. His eyes flicked, catching yours, and you saw a flash of something intense in his gaze.

Hotch stepped on the gas a bit harder than necessary, the slight surge forward a clear indication of his growing impatience and agitation. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, teasing him further. "You know, you're really sexy when you're all hot and bothered," you pointed out, your tone playful yet sincere.

The remark seemed to hit a nerve, and Hotch took a deep breath, trying to refocus his attention on the road. But it was clear you had effectively distracted him, his mind racing with thoughts he usually kept well under wraps. This side of Hotch, the one that struggled between his composed exterior and the mounting desire you elicited, intrigued you. It was a side of him that came out rarely, and you relished the moments when you could draw it out, loving the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't watching.

You leaned back in your seat, a mischievous glint in your eye, and teased him, "I have a good idea."

Hotch's response was immediate and a little strained, his voice tight as he focused on the road. "The only idea I have right now is getting home and taking a cold shower." He was half-joking, but the undertone of his voice betrayed his growing frustration and need.

You laughed lightly, enjoying the effect you had on him, but decided to push the envelope a little further. "You know," you started casually as if the thought had just occurred to you, "I've always wanted to have sex in the car."

Hotch paused at that, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He glanced at you briefly, his expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. The rational side of him kicked in almost immediately, listing several reasons why that was not a good idea—safety, legality, the potential for discomfort. But before he could voice any of those thoughts, he felt your hand on his thigh.

Your fingers started caressing him, inching dangerously close to his groin. Each touch sent a jolt through him, scattering his thoughts and straining his control. His grip on the steering wheel tightened again, and he drew in a sharp breath, trying to concentrate on the road while battling the surge of desire your bold move had ignited.

He half sighed, half groaned your name, his voice strained as he tried to concentrate on the road. "That's not—"

But he didn't finish his sentence. The sensation of your fingers, the way you leaned closer to him, your breath on his neck as you whispered just how much you wanted this—all of it was overwhelming. Hotch gripped the steering wheel even tighter, the car speeding along as he battled the surge of desire that you sparked with your daring touch.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the more he thought about your suggestion, the more appealing it seemed. Here he was, a man always in control, always calculated, yet at this moment, driven to the edge by the simple act of your hand on his leg.

"We should... we should at least pull over," he finally conceded, his voice a mix of reluctance and desire, realizing that resisting you completely was a battle he might not want to win today. As he scanned for a secluded spot to park, the thrill of the impending escapade with you sent a jolt of anticipation through him. 

Hotch pulled the car over, the tires crunching softly on the gravel as he turned off into a secluded spot shielded by trees. Without a word, he reached over the console, his movements deliberate, and captured your lips in a rough, hungry kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your lipstick leaving a taste of cherries against his lips, igniting a fire within him that he hadn't allowed himself to feel in years.

His hands roamed over your body with a sense of urgency and ownership, finally reaching across the console to trace down your legs to those tight jeans that had been torturing him all day. His touch sent shivers up your spine, and you pulled back breathless, meeting his gaze which had darkened with raw desire.

"You’re gonna need to help me peel these off," you suggested with a playful yet sultry tone, motioning towards the backseat, "Maybe back there would be better?"

The idea sent a thrill through Hotch, the tightness in his own jeans growing at the thought. His brain buzzed with a cascade of 'what ifs' — what if we get caught? What if someone sees? Yet, the logical side of him was quickly overridden by the sheer desire to be closer to you, to explore this daring side of your relationship.

Hotch's decision was made the moment you suggested moving to the backseat, but as he surveyed the space, he realized there was enough room if he pushed the driver's seat all the way back. The SUV, similar to the one he drove for the FBI, was spacious, but even then, the two of you fit just barely.

You began to wiggle out of your jeans in the passenger seat, and Hotch reached for his belt with urgency. Typically, your intimate moments were full of foreplay, and you both took your time, savoring each other. But today was different—there was a sense of rush, an urgency in the air as he pulled himself from his jeans, his eyes never leaving you.

"Come here," he said in a low, commanding tone that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a direct, uncharacteristically blunt invitation, but it carried all the intensity of your mutual desire. He adjusted himself, making space for you, anticipation etching every line of his face as he awaited you to straddle his lap.

Your eyes went from his to his hand as he began stroking himself with a semi-achingly slow pace that made your eyes widen. He watched you slide your panties down your legs, kicking them to the floor of the car with your jeans and shoes.

The rush, the spontaneity—it all contributed to a thrilling urgency neither of you could deny. As you moved towards him, leaving the constraints of your jeans behind, the tight confines of the SUV seemed to close in, enveloping you both in a private world where only your intertwined desires mattered.

You slid from the passenger seat, the fabric of the car seats whispering beneath you as you maneuvered yourself toward Hotch. The confined space of the SUV made every movement more deliberate, more charged with an electrifying tension. Your heart raced as you reached him; his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that mirrored the pounding of your pulse.

Carefully, you straddled him, positioning yourself over his lap. Hotch's hands immediately found your hips, his grip firm and sure, anchoring you securely against him. The close quarters of the SUV enveloped you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy that amplified each breath, each subtle shift in movement.

His hand moved from your hip to between your legs, spreading you and finding the wetness that waited for him there. He groaned, feeling it; he threw his head back, opening his neck for you to nip at and kiss. You began unbuttoning his button-up, glad he went without the tie today and just the button-up and jeans--a casual look you loved. 

You reached between the two of you and positioned him before swiftly sinking down with a shared groan filling the walls between the two of you. You felt the pads of his fingertips grip your hips again as you began to rock into him, subconsciously clenching around him. 

His hands caressed the curve of your ass, guiding your hips to rock against him. The way he pressed you so firmly down against his hips had the right amount of pressure on your clit, causing you to roll your eyes in pleasure. 

His hands spread up your sides on your still-clothed top. Through your shirt, he grabbed at your breasts roughly before returning to your ass. 

Hotch got a little rougher, meeting your hips rand ocking against his with a thrust beneath you. You could feel him deep within you. Caught in your throat was a moan, but the pleasure was too immense--too good. 

“You have no idea what you were doing to me today in those jeans,” Hotch panted, his lips finding the crook between your shoulder and your neck as he began to meet you thrust for thrust--so deep, so good--so much. 

“Oh,” You squeaked, “I have an idea.” You laughed, breathlessly. 

“Fucking,” Thrust, “Brat.” The sound of your hips smacking. Your thighs sweaty now against him, and your wetness now audible. 

“You love it,” You breathed, your lips going down to his chest now, kissing him and leaving marks of your lips from your lipstick, stained across his chest. 

“Yes,” He thrusted again, sharper now, but the rhythm beginning to falter. “You better hurry up and come,” he said breathlessly. You clenched around him with a glint in your eyes, “I’m serious.” 

Reaching between the two of you, you began working your clit with a circular rhythm that was old faithful in any situation. Hotch’s eyes squeezed shut then open, continuing to meet you. There was a found tempo from the way your fingers circled your clit and the way his hips met yours.

You felt the coil begin to tighten as your orgasm approached. Your thighs began to shake and you threw your head back. Hotch’s fingers bruising your hips continued with each deep thrust. Over and over and over. Just right. 

You came with a gasp, which was then covered by Hotch’s lips kissing you. His hips beginning to lose control as his own orgasm left him. You felt him empty within you, only adding to the sensitivity you felt deep within you. His hips stuttered against you, resting, but your thighs still shaking against him. As if to hold you into place, his hand rested at the small of your back, settleing you. 

A groan left his lips into your mouth, and the two of you slowed with lethargy. As the intensity of the moment ebbed, Hotch's hands gently caressed your skin, soothing and tender in their touch. The two of you were left sweaty and breathless, the aftermath of your passion palpable in the close, humid air of the SUV. His hands moved slowly, tracing patterns across your back and shoulders, each stroke helping to ground you both as you came down from your highs.

The small space of the car, which just moments ago had felt electrifying and exhilarating, now seemed overly warm and confining. As you both caught your breath, the reality of the situation gently settled in—a mixture of amusement and affection hanging between you.

"We definitely need a shower," Hotch murmured, a slight grin playing on his lips as he acknowledged the state both of you were in. The thought of continuing this intimacy in the shower brought a soft smile to your face.

"And maybe a detail for the car," you added, laughing softly, the sound mixing with the faint hum of the idling engine. The humor of the situation wasn't lost on you, and Hotch's responding chuckle told you he felt the same.

"So, I take it you liked the jeans?" you asked, a playful note in your voice.

Hotch glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes held a glint of mischief mixed with undeniable affection. "I loved them," he admitted, his voice low and enticing. "But for the sake of productivity, maybe never wear them again around me if we actually want to get anything done."

His witty response made you laugh, the sound light and carefree. It was moments like these that deepened your connection, mixing playful banter with the intense chemistry you shared. 

Your fingers trace the outline of your lips marked all along his neck and chest from the now-smeared lipstick you had applied moments before. A mischievous smile spread across your face as you pointed them out. "You know, this might be my favorite look on you now," you said, the playful tone in your voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

Hotch raised his eyebrows, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he reached up to feel the marks, his fingers brushing over the spots you indicated. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, appreciative of your boldness and the memory of the moments that led to such disarray.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with humor and a warmth that reached his eyes. "I suppose it's a good thing we're heading home then. I might need to wear it more often if it gets that kind of approval."

As you watched the fading lipstick marks on his skin, you leaned closer, a teasing gleam in your eyes. "I like marking what's mine," you murmured, tracing a finger lightly over one of the marks, emphasizing your words.

Hotch looked at you, his expression softening into one of deep affection, the playful retort ready on his lips turning into something far more tender. "Sweetheart, you don't need marks to know I am," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm, filled with a sincerity that warmed you through.

You kissed him tenderly there before he patted your bare hip. You smiled against his lips, knowing the two of you had to leave this little intimate cocoon now. “I know, I know,” you sighed against his lips before whimpering, slowly moving off of him, trying not to make an entire mess of his already dirtied car. Hotch groaned, feeling you leave his lap. 

Despite the age gap between you, something about being with you made Hotch feel as though he was losing his innocence all over again; each moment tinged with a freshness and excitement that he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. It was a rediscovery, a rejuvenation of spirit in the best way possible, with every laugh, touch, and shared secret making him feel both wonderfully vulnerable and profoundly alive.

He sure hoped you wore those jeans again. 

[unifybullseye]

Akechi in third sem + his engine room death

I'm actually so sick at how Akechi purposely tried to keep Ren at arms length in third sem and allowed no vulnerability to slip through not only for Ren but for himself too. To not give himself the time to start to dwell on the fact that he's dead and will not get to have this. Nor to give himself the time to regret his suicide/sacrifice.

Maybe regret isn't the right word but. Dejection? Sorrow? The "what ifs" of if he got out of there with them? I think a lot about how Ren's desire is not flattering but sickening to Akechi not only because he believes Ren wanting him here is illogical and that he deserves nothing but death or cold, lonely atonement, but because of the fact that it was his one desire that was so strong it was the thing Maruki used against him, aka using Akechi as a puppet. He indirectly made him live yet again as a puppet, the torturous life that he freed himself from in the engine room. That he gave him more time to think about what happened in the engine room, that he gave him this will.

I refer to his death in the engine room as a suicide because it really is one to me but just can you imagine what it's like, willingly letting yourself die as a sacrifice, not wanting this death but accepting it, and then suddenly you're alive, and you're forced to be able to grieve yourself? He thinks his death was righteous, and he'd choose it over and over again- however, he's still a human boy who had the childish wish that he just wanted to play chess after school with ren. he still *wanted* in third semester. he wanted to live in the "what if" of if he and ren could just. be alive. together. But the thing he and Ren have in common is that they are both strong enough to put aside their personal desires for the justice they believe in. In every timeline Akechi would destroy Maruki's reality and Ren will let Akechi go to destroy it.

Wrapping back around it just devastates me thinking about the fact that, in Yusuke's words “he fought all this time, knowing he was going to disappear." The entire third sem he kept his head onto the goal ahead because indulging in anything else would be too devastating. He can't let himself feel the same sentimentality that Ren does because it *hurts.* It hurts so much that he's dead, and he's scared. He didn't want to die. He died as the lost player in a game by God, his every action leading up to his death ending up meaning nothing. He didn't want to die, he wants to play with Ren. Ugh. there's a reason why "no more what ifs" is his song. He wanted and was ready to be freed from everything. that everything- the revenge plan- was exhausting. but. he still had desire to live. his wish proves that. his refusal to be vulnerable too. just has no desire to live as a puppet- which was his only choice if he chose to live.

it hurts much more when you have the same perspective of the engine room scene as I do, which is the fact that I don’t see it as his last grand gesture of fighting back. I hate the interpretation that his sacrifice was this great good deed, that he died with fight for justice. he died in the palm of someone, still controlled by god. yes his sacrifice was inherently good but he did it cause he lost everything not out of kindness. it shows his character, how he falls, the contrast between the acts of him and the PTs, how easy it is to fall, etc; but is not a grand conclusion to his morality. He also went into it sorta knowing he was going to lose. He just selfishly didn’t want to be the only one to.

I was reading a post once about how if Akechi lives that it undermines his actions in the engine room, that he died being a great sacrifice who came to justice, and i couldn’t disagree more. He didn’t die a hero, nor die in just; him and ren were pawns to see who wins and he lost. he didnt win against fate. passing off the act of justice to ren was an act forced upon him, not willing. he realized then, that everything was for nothing, and if he was going to die, then at least he can selfishly give the job to someone else. He was forced to give up.

I really fail to see how death is meaningful in that moment for him. The engine room scene is powerful, but not in that way to me. Ren and Akechi were put in a “who will prevail and who will fall” situation by God, so then following that exact line of fate is meaningless, when the theme of p5 is fighting back. Akechi’s sacrifice also didn’t mean shit about fighting back LMAO. shido didn’t gaf and the PT’s were going to change his heart either way.

Akechi passing it onto the PT’s was also his desire for his actions to mean something. While I’m glad the beta third awakening was scrapped, I do wish they left some showing that Akechi is bitter about the engine room. He wanted to be the one to revenge Shido, more than he cared about the act.

So all in all, you are basically forced in a situation to commit suicide/make yourself a sacrifice, dying as a puppet where you failed your mother, you failed yourself, at least satisfied with the fact that it will all be over, but then you wake up again, with no memory of how you survived, lost and confused and why aren’t I dead I should be dead. Please let me rest. But the boy who should hate you the most wished for you to be here, and that’s so, so aggravating, it’s the most aggravating thing in the world, and yet you can’t help but to also wish you could be with him. You want to stay. You want to stay where you can be with him with your own free will. But you can’t. So the desire is meaningless, a sickening pit in your stomach. And you’re scared, you don’t know what will happen when it’s time for you to disappear. Will it hurt? You don’t want to die. You want to die. But you don’t want to die.

Grieving yourself and what you could’ve been must be a weird, weird feeling.

[thelastofme-l]

Always watching

JESSE TLOU x F!READER

Word count: 4483

Summary: it's hard to stay mad at Jesse especially when things get heated at the town party

Warnings: mentions of drinking/being drunk, unwanted groping, mentions of violence against women (sorta), some curse words?, jealous!jesse, overprotective!jesse, some mentions of kissing but mostly fluff

A/n: Another fanfic with ideas from a couple different request! Thanks soooo much for interacting and requesting! I'm so excited for tonight's episode but also nervous because of what might be coming soon 😬 anyyyyways enjoy and ily <3

You walk pass Jesse as you entered the town party, hearing the band playing an old country song. You see him out of the corner of your eye, but make a point to not make eye contact with him, feeling proud of yourself for staying strong against his charms after five full days; a new personal record.

It all started with an argument over something you did while out on patrol. Long story short, you had went against the nonexistent manual that he and Tommy often referred to. You expected your boyfriend Jesse to let it go, maybe speak to you about it later in the privacy of his bedroom. But your commanding officer Jesse had to hash it out right then and there, in front of the rest of the crew, using you as an example of what not to do.

Needless to say, by the time you and the others were dismissed you were pissed. He knew it, judging by the arms crossed tightly across your chest and the way you chewed at your cheek, avoiding his eyes. But what pissed you off more was when he tried to reach out and touch you after everyone had left; as if he hadn't completely embarrassed you.

You left him standing completely dumbfounded at the stables after returning your horse. Later that same day he had come knocking on your door and you refused to answer.

Over the next days when you saw him in town, you turned the other direction or completely ignored him. It was difficult to say the least, especially when you would catch his sad puppy dog eyes staring at you.

He didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know you were mad. He knew that you had a right to be but he also had a duty to keep people alive outside of the walls of Jackson. That means going over any things that should not have happened out there, for everyone's safety. It also meant inadvertently pissing his girlfriend off.

Which brings you to now as you moved pass him in your pretty sun dress with your hair bouncing. It was the only dress you owned and you often pulled it out for town parties or special occasions; but it still managed to take Jesse's breath away like the first time he had seen it.

You grabbed the hand of a friend you'd made on patrols, dragging her to the bar, giggling the whole way before taking two shots of brown liquor. It burned your throat but after another two shots you were ready to dance with the help of the liquid courage.

You knew he was watching you; you could always tell when you had his attention.

On the other side of the room Jesse couldn't help but smile as he watched you and your friend, both holding the hand of a younger boy, bringing him out of his shell and making him dance. After some time you gave a triumph smile as he gave in grabbing another kids arm, making them dance too.

Jesse admired that you had that kind of infectious energy and personality that lit up any room. It was exactly what these parties needed, allowing everyone to let loose and relax, especially after the hard winter.

He moved to the bar, getting himself a beer and stood next to Ellie who was also sitting on the sidelines, watching Dina dance.

"She's having a good time" Ellie smiled, nodding at you who had now picked up a little girl with pigtails and was spinning her around, dipping her dramatically to the music and earning a toothy grin. "The kids really love her"

"Yeah" Jesse sighed taking a sip from his beer, nodding as he watched you. His heart swelled at the sight of you giggling with the little girl. Especially when the little one was reaching up and playing with your hair, "She's got a way with them"

Ellie clocked his somber expression, bumping her elbow into his side, "What's with you two anyway?"

"It's complicated" Jesse said carefully, pretty sure she had already heard from you. After the 1st day of not talking to Jesse you'd managed to vent to all of your friends.

"Complicated?" Ellie hummed, taking a drink and rolling her eyes up at him, "Or you just fucked up?"

"Fucked up" He responded simply, shifting against the bar as he watched you sit the little girl down and make a beeline for them.

"Hi Ellie" You gushed, drunkenly pulling her in for a hug. You were smiling ear to ear with a glow to your skin from the sweat, "Come dance with me–"

"I don't dance," Ellie smiled, sharing a look with Jesse as you freed her from the hug, "I'm sure Dina will dance with you"

You sigh, rolling your eyes at her before looking around. For the first time in five days you were standing right in front of Jesse, looking up at his brown eyes.

Fuuuuuuck, he looked good.

You look away, down at his hand before snatching the drink from him and gulping the beer down. He watches you, teeth fidgeting with his bottom lip as you hand the now empty cup back to him, "Can we talk?"

The music was loud, but not loud enough to block out the tone of his voice. Sweet and desperate.

You shake your head, picking the hair up and off your neck in an attempt to cool down, catching the way Jesse's eyes linger on the exposed sweaty skin before looks away.

You were glad your hands were occupied, otherwise you would've reached out and grabbed him. The dark shirt was hugging his muscles just right and something about the way he was leaning against the bar was making your mouth go dry. For a half second you thought about letting your anger go, but you had to be strong.

You leaned over to Ellie, thinking you were whispering, but only talking really loud next to her ear, "Can you tell him I'm ignoring him because he's an asshole"

"Sure thing" Ellie chuckled at your behavior as she and Jesse watched you dance away, finding your friend in the crowd again. "She said she's still mad because you're an asshole—"

"Yeah Ellie— thanks I heard" Jesse quipped back sarcastically, staring at the lip stain on the rim of his empty glass before setting it on the counter behind him. "I hate this"

"Well maybe treat her as a girlfriend next time—" Ellie joked, proving you had definitely been talking her ear off on patrol, "–not one your soldiers or whatever"

Back on the dance floor, you'd nearly tripped as you found your friend again, only she was dancing with a guy who you hadn't recognized. Jackson was constantly bringing in new people, refugees seeking shelter. You couldn't recall his name but you knew he had only been in the gates about a week. But you didn't care as you joined them.

From the sidelines Jesse had set his jaw, watching the guy move close to you under the low lights. He prided himself on not being a jealous boyfriend, after all you had always been faithful to him but he couldn't help the bubbling in his chest at the way you laughed with the guy.

Ellie didn't say anything now, she could tell it was bothering him. Instead she ordered Jesse another drink and handed it to him.

He watches the way your dress balloons out at the bottom as you spin around the guys finger, giggling innocently as you nearly fall over. You were definitely drunk, but you were having fun.

As you came back to your footing and the room stopped spinning you found Jesse against the bar. Judging by the look on his face, you had him right where you wanted him.

"I'll be right back" You mumbled to your friend, feeling the guys hand on the small of your back, but choosing to ignore it as you made your way back to Jesse.

This time he was already holding his fresh drink out to you, which you took, ignoring the spark of his fingers against yours as you did, "Having fun?"

"Mhmm" You nodded, bringing the cup to your lips and sipping on it, keeping eye contact with him as you did. "Are you?"

He gave you a tight lipped smile, one that told you everything you needed to know even in your drunken haze.

He leaned down toward you, breath fanning over your ear and his fingertips just barely grazing your elbow, "Why don't you let me walk you home?"

Your head spun, this time from the feeling of him close to you, closer than he'd been in days. Between his voice and touch you nearly forgot what you were mad about in the first place.

When he moved back against the bar you had to shake your head, taking another sip of the drink and collecting the drops from your lips with a slide of your tongue.

"Nope, I'm having fun dancing"

"With that Seth guy" Jesse nodded curtly, looking over your shoulder, seeing Seth's hands sliding down your friends back and resting on her ass.

"So you're watching me," You hum, still staring up at him as he reached out and took the cup back from you, setting it on the bar, "What are you jealous?"

You hadn't realized that his fingertips were still on your elbow, helping keep you steady until you moved closer to him, crossing your arms, challenging him.

"Why would I be jealous?" His eyes seem to darken as they flicker over your features, "You're my girlfriend"

You leaned toward him, teasing him as you poked your fingers into his chest, before rocking back on your heels, "I wouldn't be so sure"

He couldn't even ask what that meant before you were turning around and leaving. You nearly tripped on your own feet headed back to your friend and the guy, who you now knew was Seth.

Jesse hadn't even realized Ellie was still standing beside him until she cleared her throat, "Well that was fuckin' awkward"

Jesse didn't care to respond as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, eyes not leaving your back as you were welcomed back into their little dance circle. Your friend had attempted to whisper something to you, with a strange look in her eyes but you weren't listening.

The only thing you were interested in now was making Jesse jealous.

Jesse watched your friend try one more time to get your attention before walking off, leaving you with Seth. The guy didn't seem to notice or care as he moved to you, hands finding your waist.

"You gonna do something about that?" Ellie asked as Dina came and slid her arm around her girlfriend's waist.

"Not yet" Jesse shifted against the bar, tightening his crossed arms, eyes trained on you, "I trust her"

Dina took a drink of Ellie's beer before leaning into her shoulder and talking loud over the music so he could hear, "You can trust her all you want, but it won't change the fact that she's drunk and he's been handsy with every girl that's danced with him tonight"

The band was playing an upbeat song that you could feel in your chest, the people around you were all having a good time and you could still see Jesse, arms crossed and staring. The night was perfect, and your goal of making him jealous was definitely working.

"Your friend didn't like me very much" Seth had mumbled in your ear before taking your hand and spinning you again. His breath was hot and made you feel exactly opposite of when Jesse had done it only minutes ago.

The lights blurred together and then you were stopped abruptly, stumbling into Seth's chest. You giggled, steadying yourself on his shoulders, before realizing your friend had left.

All the drinks and spinning suddenly hit. Feeling like the world was crashing into your shoulders. Your head hurt and you wanted to go home.

"Thanks for the dance" You offered a polite smile, when the band finished the song. Another one started to play as you moved to walk away, suddenly feeling a grasp on your wrist before being tugged back over.

The sudden force surprised you as you crashed against his chest, where he had moved his hands to your back to keep you tight against him.

"I'm gonna go find my friend" You said, still conjuring a smile, wondering if you were reading the situation wrong in your drunken state.

"Why don't you dance with me a little while longer? I really like this dress" The guy had moved one of his hands to touch the strap of your dress, sliding his finger under it. You recoiled as best you could against him, suddenly feeling your head spin again. "I'm not used to seeing girls all dolled up. You don't see a lot of pretty women out there, it's been months—"

"Look I—I have a boyfriend" Your words were slurring due to your state and nerves settling in. The people around you were too busy dancing to see what was going on. The room was spinning and your breaths were coming out weird, "I'm gonna go find him"

"Come on don't be like that—," One of his hands made its way down towards the bottom of your dress, "You don't have to play hard to get sweetheart, I'm real easy–"

When you felt his hand dip low and grope you, it shocked your senses, sobering you up. Before you could comprehend what was happening, you were pushing him away with as much force as you could muster. It was enough to get out of his grip. You spun around, trying to get away from him when you smacked right into a hard chest.

"You okay?" Jesse had his hands cupping your shoulders, holding you steady. You nodded up at him, tears stinging your eyes before he moved around you.

"Is there a problem pretty lady?" Seth asked after gathering his footing from where you shoved him. "We were just starting to get to know each other, have some fun—"

Ellie and Dina stood on either side of you behind Jesse. You wrapped your arms around your body, now feeling weirdly exposed.

"Don't talk to her" Jesse warned, moving closer. At this point the band had stopped and a crowd of people formed a circle.

"What are you the welcome committee?" The guy asked, shifting his weight looking like he was sizing up Jesse.

"What's your deal man?"

"Oh nothing guy, I was just having a conversation with the pretty lady here and she freaked out" Seth laughed, peering around Jesse's shoulder to catch a glimpse of you again before rolling his eyes, now addressing the people around him, "Didn't know all the ladies in this town were such prudes"

"Fuck you" Dina said, moving pass Jesse to go at the guy. He moved his arm out, holding her back, "You're a pervert"

"There's no such thing in this day and age sweetheart," Seth laughed again only this time it had a sinister tone, "It's the Wild West out there, didn't you hear? Us men can do whatever they want—"

"–You're fucking disgusting" Dina added as Jesse gently pushed her back, away from the guy and to Ellie.

Before Jesse could open his mouth, Seth was talking again, "That's okay baby, you and your little friend in the dress are bitches anyways, if I caught you both out there you wouldn't be so mouthy, give you something to suck o—"

Jesse's fist connected with Seths nose in a powerful blow, cutting him off.

He stumbled back, his hand flying to his face as blood began to pour. His expression one of shock and anger as he lunged forward at Jesse. His eyes were narrowed and determined, but he never stood a chance against Jesse who was well trained in hand to hand combat. Before Seth even attempted to cock his arm back Jesse was sending another blow to his side. This time hard enough that he doubled over on the dance floor.

The crowd was shocked, everyone knew Jesse was a strong guy but he had always been a gentle giant, always opting for the 'let's talk about it' path.

Tommy and Maria suddenly appeared from the crowd, the look of disappointment present on their faces. The party was ruined, but Jesse didn't care, instead he kneeled down next to the Seth on the ground, gathering the blood soaked collar of his shirt and pulling him up. "You just earned yourself a one way ticket out of this town"

"He's dangerous to have around our people, our women—" Jesse let him go, pushing him hard back against the ground before standing and looking to Tommy, "He leaves tonight"

Tommy shifted his weight, looking between the bloody guy on the floor and Jesse, someone he trusted like a son.

"You can't do that" Seth whined, holding his broken nose on the floor.

"We can," Maria answered for Tommy, after seeing your body language and the way Jesse stared at the guy on the ground. It was all they needed to know; that Jesse did what he did in defense of you, "Pack your shit up, you have 15 minutes"

Jesse nodded to Tommy and Maria before turning around toward you. You still had your arms crossed tight around you, looking like you wanted to disappear when he held his hand out to you.

You took it, immediately lacing your fingers with his and allowing him to guide you out of the building.

The summer air was cool now that the sun had set. You didn't say anything for a long time, watching your feet as you walked along the dirt roads out of town and towards the houses. The path was dimly lit, the full moon providing all the light you would need. You could see your house a couple feet away when Jesse spoke.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice entirely.

"I'm sorry about the other day," Jesse said, running his thumb over your hand, "I shouldn't have called you out like that in front—"

"It's okay" You interrupted, shaking your head slightly, suddenly feeling silly for causing such a pointless argument, when he stood up for you like that.

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have been so hard on you, especially in front of everyone like that," He brought your intertwined hands up to his mouth before pressing a kiss to your skin, "I was being an asshole"

"No, just forget about it," You sighed, shaking your head slowly to avoid making your head spin again, "It was stupid. I was being stupid"

Jesse opened his mouth to say something but you continued, "I wanted to mess with you; get drunk, make you jealous but I ruined the night and that guy—"

Your voice cracked as drunken tears started to spill from your eyes. Jesse stopped walking, turning and catching your face in his hands, "Hey–hey look at me, you didn't ruin anything"

"The committee spent so much time putting that together and then I go and cause a scene–and ruin it. The band is probably mad at me for interrupting their set and Tommy and Maria—"

Jesse had to smile at your drunken rambling. His hands moving from your face to pull you against his chest and hold you there.

"You didn't do anything wrong. That guy ruined it," Jesse said simply, rubbing the back of your head, fingers playing with your hair, "He should've never of touched you—or any of the women here"

"He was a creep" You said quietly, feeling the ghost of his rough hand grabbing you again, "If you wouldn't have stepped in, I don't know what—"

"Shh," Jesse whispered, letting you go so he could hold your shoulders and look at you better, "I'll always protect you, inside and outside of the gates, okay?"

"Even if we're fighting over something stupid?" You asked with a pout, staring up at him with wet eyes.

"Always," He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Besides, that'll give the town something to talk about for the next couple weeks"

You nodded, ghost of a smile on your lips as he grabbed your hand again, guiding you up to your front door. He was right, nothing interesting ever happened in town, so this night would be the star of conversations for the foreseeable future. 

Once in the bedroom, he helped you out of your shoes before lifting the dress up your body and over your head with ease. He had tossed it onto the floor, leaving you standing in your bra and underwear, while he opened one of your drawers to get you a shirt to sleep in. You yawned, shivering slightly as the alcohol still coursed through your body.

He had turned, holding the shirt in his hand and muttering a curse word when his foot rammed into something in the dark. You'd barely acknowledged it because once he was standing back in front of you holding up the shirt, ready to slide it over your head, you leaned and kissed him.

With your lips locked on his, you found the shirt in his hands and threw it behind him. He laughed into the kiss, letting his free hands slide down the skin of your sides. His touch alone was sending you into a spiral despite how tired you were.

"It's time for bed" He mumbled against your lips and you felt like your knees were going to buckle.

"I'm not tired" You giggled, nibbling at his lip.

"I could've sworn I heard you yawning"

"Wasn't me" You lied, moving your arms around his neck and pulling him down toward you.

"Mhmm" He hummed against your lips again. His big, calloused hands found the back of your thighs and squeezed ever so slightly, before scooping you up. Your legs locked around his waist and he smiled against you. You'd both been deprived of each other's touch for the couple days that you were ignoring him.

You felt him walking as you slid your tongue against his lips, begging for him to let you in. You hadn't even realized he was tossing you on the bed until you bounced slightly off the mattress. You whined at the loss of contact immediately. Of course, you stopped when you saw him fidgeting with the button on his jeans and kicking his boots off.

"I've been dreaming of this for five days" You hummed, biting your lip as you watched him slide his jeans off and pull his shirt over his head.

"What stopped you?" He teased, and even though it was dark in the room you could see that dumb little smirk on his lips.

"My dignity," You sighed, tired of waiting for him. You reached out and grabbed at his hand, yanking it toward you. "Five days, new record"

Jesse only chuckled, shaking his head and moving to hover over you on the bed, careful not to put all of his weight on you. You didn't waste time, reattaching your lips and kissing him hard, immediately sliding your tongue back where it had been previously, this time he let you in. His arms held him up on either side of you, trapping you under him as your mouths moved in sync, tongues tangling together. You moaned against his lips frustrated that he was holding back and not touching you.

You bucked your hips up toward him, barely grazing his boxers as you moved to shimmy your underwear down, but he stopped you, finally touching you, but not in the way that you were craving. Instead, he moved your hand up and away from your underwear. When you whined he smirked against you, suddenly rolling and dropping down on the bed beside you.

In one motion he had pulled the blankets up and over both of you, as he settled into the pillows.

"What're you doing?" You huffed, as he got comfortable beside you.

"Going to sleep" He said softly, moving closer to you and draping his arm over your stomach as you lay on your back.

"You're joking right?" You asked, staring at the ceiling, feeling your excitement for him gathering between your legs.

He leaned up on his elbow, finding your lips in the dark and kissing you again, soft and slow, enough to make you squeeze your thighs together, "You're drunk and tired"

"You're so annoying," You let out an involuntary yawn, rolling your eyes at him, "No makeup sex? That's the best part of being mad at you"

He hummed, kissing you once more before nuzzling his face into your neck and kissing the skin there, "How about make up morning sex?"

You huffed, feeling your eyes lids grow heavier, "Fine"

"Looking forward to it" He smiled, moving back to his pillow as you curled into his side, feeling the warmth of his bare chest under your cheek.

10 minutes had passed and as tired as you were you couldn't shut your brain off. You tried to focus on Jesse's breathing, nice and even as he dozed off.

"Jesse," You whispered, finger tracing his chest lightly. He hummed quietly, shifting under you, "You know I was only dancing with that guy to get a rise out of you right?"

"I know" He whispered, his arm tightening around you.

Another minute had passed as you mulled over the thoughts in your head. You pursed your lips, trying to keep yourself together, "Do you think that guy was telling the truth?"

"About what?" Jesse was more awake now, his hand coming up to play with your hair, probably feeling your uneven breathing pattern against his side.

"I dunno," You sniffled, turning your face so your lips were touching his skin, "The way he was talking about being out there, and women—"

"No," Jesse said, stopping you by pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "He's out of town by town, Tommy will make sure of it"

"But he said that thing about if Dina and I were out there that he—"

"That won't happen, I won't let it happen," Jesse stiffened at the thought, before adding, "I'll talk to Tommy, make sure he's aware of what was said, keep a close eye on patrols"

You nodded, moving your leg over his under the blankets, eyes closing finally at his words. Your arm slithered around his stomach.

You felt at ease with the simple reassurance Jesse was able to provide.

"And for the record, you don't have to make me jealous," He yawned, breathing evening back out as he fell asleep, "You got me, anyway you want me"

[s0lairee]

still nocturnal

fooliverse!vincent in honor of erik bringing that wonderful, life changing, amazing universe back again! i giggled the entire time i drew this. uhh more rambles under the cut (and these are actually sorta coherent i swear-)

OKAY so we know how fooliverse works: one to two major trait(s) of a character, reversed. flirty incubus gav becomes softspoken incubus gav. fiesty werewolf milo becomes fiesty vampire milo. so on and so forth.

originally, i did exactly that: werewolf vincent with the same flirty charm, or tired and impassive vampire vincent. 

then i considered flipping both his major traits (aka flirty and vampire). and instead of a milo situation (wolf to vampire), i considered sort of an anton situation?? by which i mean i wanted non-vampire vin. maybe unempowered, Normal Guy™️. maybe informed unempowered, dating one electro energetic... or! maybe still empowered just not a vampire, maybe professor at damn. blank, stern, austere vin with glasses and pressed shirts. little thermos with coffee (and nyquil) (and redbull) (no one knows how he's alive still). fool!vin (probably magicborn) on a professor's paycheck doing his taxes or whatever, teaching night classes for the vamps, with just slightly sharp canines that he lives with.

i rolled the idea of tired, impassive, werewolf vincent around too. he'd be a real homebody... very much not a stereotypical werewolf - maybe he still has the vampiric bougie-ness and appreciation for finer details, tbh. still the same nocturnal boi we know and love, but with more vulnerability to a real good headpat. sometimes his partner comes home to a whole wolf napping on the couch. i like the idea of him having vampire fangs tattooed somewhere as a result of being a spunky kid trying to “rebel against the system” while not knowing that werewolves and vampires were (...mostly) allies in dahlia. now he's mellow and grown out of that though, but the tattoo remains.

i did consider alpha!vin specifically but 1) i don't think he could do that and 2) i think he has had enough with positions of power tbh give my mans a break

but then i felt like both ideas had gone a little too far from prime!vincent to the point where he wasn't recognizable anymore. so i decided to stick to flipping maybe one trait.

flirty unempowered dude? that's just pre-turning vin. nothing fooliverse about it, i'd be crying (i'm the april fool, guys). flirty empowered? 🙂‍↕️👂 love that too, pretty classic. flirty unempowered? also classic!

but i'm not picky. know that if we ever get a fool!vin you will either hear from me extensively, or never hear from me at all. 

so my ideal fool!vin would be a milo greer-rebane situation, where we get a last name drop with a flirty werewolf. mostly bc i think it’s funny as hell watching younger vin go “ay wait up”, meticulously remove all of his piercings, jewelry and multiple layers, then shift (till he learns about Not Needing To Do That). also because i imagined spunky, younger, rowdy vin, early 2000s, still sticking around amusement parks and still ALIVE. what if what if what if...

i lourv this man