themes: kinda sorta enemies to lovers? (she thinks hotch hates her, one bed trope, sleepy groping/spooning, smut smut smut smut
“Is this what you wanted?” She could feel the vibrations of his words against her spine as he pressed his nose into the skin just below her ear. She inhaled sharply at each sensation he willed upon her body - his fingers tweaked her nipple and rolled the pebbled skin as he continued to squeeze. “Is this what you were dreaming about earlier?”
“Hotch-” She gasped and her free hand flew up behind her to cup the back of his head, unable to hide the shock from his words, unable to stop her hips from pressing into his.
“I thought you were having a nightmare, ya know. I almost woke you up when you started shuddering, but then you whimpered-” his fingertips pinched her peak, eliciting a sound from her parted lips. “Just like that. It’s a miracle I fell asleep.”
“Aaron,” she panted out, angling her top half to try and meet his eyes. “If you don’t want to, tell me now but-”
“If I don’t want to?” He asks with an incredulous tone as he lowers his lips to her crux of her neck and shoulder, suckling slightly at her warm skin. His hand breaks free from hers just to create a path of warmth, fingers slipping under the soft fabric of her sleep shorts and over the damp lips of her cunt. He moved his mouth closer and brushed his parted lips against hers. “Sweetheart, this is the only thing I want.”
*****BARK BARK BARK I NEED TO FINISH THIS****
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Sneak Peek of a HUGE project Im working on atm. 💀 Sculpting this took forever and a half (especially the spine, ribs and neck, my fingers wanted to die haha), and its only one (unfinished) part of a whole.
Im sooo excited over one! And a little anxious, cause, as with quite a few of my creations, I dont know if it will work out. I never plan beforehand, I cant, the creatures are ever changing, telling me along the way what they want to be. The vague ideas I have in the beginning are almost completely changed at the end. However I DO know this guy will be a challenge, a very big one at that, he already is. But then, its that very challenge (in both big and small) I love the most about making art, to push my boundaries, to create things I have no clue if I can pull off, because if I do, that feeling is everything. 🤩
Tho I will say this will be such a project I will switch from - making other ones in between (to stay sane 😆). Oh and yeah, fyi, its wings are fully posable at every joint, woop!
Wish me luck!! 🌟
yvyhvsxhvcyh i was thinking of aziraphale and crowley talking about jesus and----
“I mean, you did make his acquaintance. You knew him quite well, in fact, if I remember correctly.”
“He was a good bloke,” Crowley said, grinning.
“Naturally. He is the Son of God, Christ, Messiah, the Lord and Saviour, the Alpha and Omega, the Prince of Peace–” Aziraphale might have went on, if Crowley hadn’t nonchalantly interjected, a glint in his eyes.
“One time we got so drunk that he passed out on the main street, right in front of the door to our lodging.”
“Um.”
“Had to drag him inside. And when we were back in Jerusalem, we–and I want to stress that it was his idea– we conned people on the street, me stealing wallets and jewelry and Yeshua catching me red-handed, bagging the rewards. I believe they still call this con the ‘False Good Samaritan’ nowadays. In the evenings, we’d always have a nice place to stay and a proper feast. Ah, good times!”
Crowley, indulging in reminiscences, did not catch the look on Aziraphale’s face. It was not scandal, not even annoyance, no– it did not take a schooled eye to identify it simply as jealousy, repressed. The angel lifted his nose.
“Well, I’m glad you had fun.” He exhaled, letting go of the unpleasant emotion. With one look at Crowley, his features softened. “No true harm done, I would assume, knowing you. I mean, knowing Jesus. Er, well, I didn’t know Jesus, unfortunately, but you know what I mean. I would assume he was an upright fellow, if it came down to it. I mean, I’m sure– I know he was.”
“He was a bastard.”
“Technically, that is correct. However, I would object to you calling Jesus Christ–”
I’m so excited for the upcoming Strangers in the Night chapters! Welcome back 😊
Thank you so much Emma! Your kind words and some surprise comments that made my way into my inbox this afternoon (You know who you are and THANK YOU!) have me so giddy I want to post a new chapter already but I need to finish typing up some more before I do.Gave me extra motivation tho! And in the meantime here's another little peel at one of the future chapters headed your way.
Hope you like!
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“They don’t visit you very often, do they?”
It was a familiar question to Kitty, definitely not the first time she had been asked it. However, the way that Red asked the question sounded more sympathetic and genuine not the fake sympathy and pity or judgement that was usually laced in the words when others found out her children did not visit her as often and their own did. Red’s voice though sounded sincere; Kitty could hear his concern, and maybe she thought, even a bit of anger. Her money would be on towards her boys.
“They try to…” she tried to reason. “They do.”
Red’s expression told Kitty that she hadn’t done the best job at convincing him.
“But, well, Steven visits more often because he’s still in town. He calls too whenever he gets too busy at work and can’t stop by,” she said hoping that would explain why he had not seen Steven in the past few weeks that they had been spending their nights together. “He practically owns his own business, and he still mingles with all the other single pringles out there.”
Kitty giggled at her own joke and looked to see Red had even cracked a smirk on his lips.
Before she realized it was happening, Kitty’s smile slowly softened into a smaller state as she thought about Eric. Her baby boy.
“It’s easier for Steven to find the time to visit than it is for Eric,” Kitty admitted and pulled her joyful grin back in its place. “Eric is out there in Chicago and he’s a teacher so his schedule is extra busy and he’s got his own little family.”
Hey, Paisanos! We're so excited to show you the first sneak peek of Undertoad's grand return. Now an animated series, this tale of forced peace will be coming to our Youtube channel!
Stay tuned for the official premiere of Season One, which will arrive when it’s ready.
And second round is done as well!
(And I was able to claim another 3 writers so there will be more soon!)
Soooo excited to share the whole artworks!
It is so fun to work with my writers (and artists, so there may will be collabs as well, yay!)
Its so many different stuff and topics and it's so nice to try new things...!
Here is the link to the first bunch of sneak peeks!
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[clears throat] "Let’s get your statement, then. Do go on as coherently as possible, please. It will all be… it will all be tickety-boo, I’m– I hope. The sooner we record this, the sooner we can try to, to look into it, to help you. But to help you, I really need to know what happened, Crowley. Please. I do so want to help. You’re a… friend.”
“Alright. Let’s begin again. Statement of Anthony J. Crowley, regarding strange occurrences in relation to an ouroboros necklace with a sword pendant. Original statement given May 31st, 2019. Audio-recording by Az Fell, Head Archivist of the Eden Institute, London. Statement begins:”
“Okay. So. It all started a month ago. Boss gave me this assignment – well, not directly, he sent Hastur and Ligur.”
“Full names, please.”
“You think I know their full names? This is a crime ring, not a family. I mean, I know my boss as Lucifer Morningstar, but I really don’t think that’s his real name.”
“Doubtful. Fair enough. Full names wherever possible, please.”
“So Hastur and Ligur called, wanted to meet up. In this stupid graveyard of all places, just their style. They’re the kind of people who, dunno, lurk? Like some kinda wannabe villains. Professional lurkers. Is that a thing? Lurking contests? Dunno. Well, it’s the only thing they’re actually good at. Uh, were. Suppose. I keep forgetting. Weird, because I also can’t forget at all. Fucking haunting, actually. But back then they gave me this package, said they had a job for me. Assignment, that’s what we call it, for some weird culty reason, I guess. Then Ligur said something like ‘Ciao, Crowley, wow you look so cool, why are you always so cool and impeccably dressed? I’m so jealous of you Crowley, I wish I could–”
“That’s not what he said, is it.”
“Perceptive, angel.”
“A-angel?”
“Uhm. Az Fell. Angel, Azfell, tomato, tomato. Mumbling, bad habit. No, it’s not what he said. Was trying to, mh, lighten the mood. You look so nervous.”
“Me? I’m not nervous. [pause] Crowley, it’s normal to be troubled by all this. [shuffling noises] I understand. [long pause] Ready to go on?”
“Y- yeah. Uh. Thanks. I’m okay, really. Not like I cared about them or anything. But what happened… talking about it, remembering, reconstructing, it’s a bit like looking where the furniture isn’t. Like, like chess pieces on a board without black and white squares."