#but shes also my coworker so i also would like to create no tension or anything because of them

[y13evie]

hi i love love your writing!! would you write a smut for james wilson from house? maybe reader is working on house's team, or just works at the hospital. slight age gap also if that's okay!

ty for writing it if you choose it!! <33

clear your mind

omg i am SO sorry for the wait, my dear. i hope you enjoy!!

tags: age gap, smut, fuckin on da job

the tension was consuming you. day and night, all you could think about was him. there have been countless nights where you touched yourself while creating fake scenarios of you two. but that’s irrelevant right now. you’re supposed to be helping your team figure out what may be wrong with your critical patient. house notices you aren’t concentrated.

“you. what’ve you got?”. he tilts his head at you. you know he was asking you on purpose, everything he did had reasoning. you think of something fast. and it’s obvious.

“appendicitis?”

“jesus. who gave you a medical degree? get out and clear your head, you need it.”

god he was harsh. but he was right. you nodded at your colleagues as house shooed you out. you scolded yourself for not separating your work and home life. it wasn’t your fault though. james was so smart, so handsome, so much older. it’s like he was asking to be swooned over.

to clear your head you decided to hang out with your favorite nurse before getting back to work. she knew the feelings you had for james and supported your slightly problematic crush. she nursed in the oncology department, so you treaded the waters to her office very carefully. due to your lack of attention to your surroundings, you managed to walk right into the very man you’re avoiding.

“oh, hi. i actually needed to talk to you about something if you have a moment”. he looked at you with those eyes. everyone might call you crazy but you swear that coworkers don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.

“i’m busy. bye”. you nudged past him, something unusual as it’s normal for you to be so bubbly around him.

you barge into your friend's office and immediately throw yourself onto her beanbag.

“i’m a failure”. your muffled voice dripping with drama. she peeled her eyes off of her reports to you. it was quite a humorous sight, your face in the bean bag as you kick your feet like a toddler.

“what happened this time, sis.”. she walks over to you and sits criss cross applesauce, waiting for you to spill. you prop your head up on your hands and begin your story from the moment house kicked you out and basically called you an idiot.

the way she bit her lip in an effort to stifle her laughter tells you she’s not taking your sob story very seriously.

“it’s not funny!” you huffed. now you really looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

that did it for her. she began to laugh a little.

“it’s so funny. you’re a mess, babe! i need you to pick yourself up and go get your old man.”. you could tell she’s serious but can’t help but giggle at ‘old man’. that’s something she always nagged you about.

you got yourself back onto your feet and decided she was right. it was probably the only way you could get those silly thoughts out of your head. you thanked your friend for helping you out and marched out of her office. just as you were about to reach the department of diagnostic medicine, you heard a familiar voice.

“hey. we need to talk now.”. you turned around and faced him. all the bravery in your heart melted as soon as you came face to face with james wilson.

“uhm..sure? what about?” you questioned. there was what felt like an endless pit in your stomach, you almost wanted to order an MRI. he instructed you to follow him to his office, which of course, you obeyed.

when you arrived at his office he let you walk in first, being sure to lock the door once you both were in. you began to toy with the stitching of your white coat. he sits at the edge of his desk, waiting for you to look up.

“what’s going on?” he questions you this time. you paused for a moment, trying to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“what?”

“the way you walked right past me today. what was that about?”. he pushes his question further, expecting an answer to your coldness.

your heart dropped once you understood what he meant. you looked at him with pleading eyes, scanning his face for how he’s feeling.

“i’ve had something on my mind. i’m really, really sorry. you’re the last person i want to ignore.”

“so you’re ignoring me?” you can tell he isn’t upset as a sly smile makes its way into his face. you roll your eyes as he beckons you to come a little closer.

“what’s on your mind?”. he knows how you feel. it’s painfully obvious. he just wants to hear you say it.

you claim it’s nothing and wave it off as stress, but he knows you’re lying. he knows you’re lying when you come even closer to him, positioning yourself right between his legs that are hanging off his desk. he knows you’re lying when you can’t help but stare at the way his pants are tightening around his crotch.

“you know how unprofessional this is, right? or do you just wanna feel me inside of you.”. you’re done with him teasing you. you shut him up by placing a soft kiss on lips, which then led to a makeout session that had his hands roaming your body. and you let him. the way you grind on him in desperation tells him everything he needs to know.

he allows you to face the desk, commanding you to take off your pants and lean over it. you do exactly as he says. james takes absolutely no time to plow into you. you were expecting him to be more gentle, but for some reason you were drunk on this feeling. the way his cock is hitting your most sensitive spots over, and over again is driving you mad.

“y’know how long i’ve wanted to do this? feel you around me just like this. i bet you wanted this too, huh.”. all you can do is pathetically nod your head and quietly sob into his desk. your cries did nothing but make him twitch inside of you, groans coming deep from within his throat.

you felt your back instinctively arch further as you feel your orgasm building up. just as you were about to come undone, he stopped. you gasp as he pulls out and just looks at you. you turn around and see him stroking his length. he gently grabs your face with his free hand and tilts it downwards. you knew what he wanted. and you wanted to make him feel good.

as you got down on your knees you made sure to replace his hand with your own, setting an absurdly slow pace. you swiped your thumb across the slit that was leaking beads of precum and placed your mouth onto his tip. you slowly bobbed up and down to get accustomed to his size, and then began to take him farther and farther. james gripped your hair tightly as a disorganized string of swears left his mouth.

“so good f’me baby, being such a good girl taking me like this”.

his praises encouraged you to work your mouth even faster. the way he whimpered and moaned out your name told you he was getting close. focusing on his tip while using your hand for the rest of his cock is what sent him over the edge. he thrusted into your mouth a few times to help ride out his high. you felt so proud of yourself for making such a mess of him.

james was overstimulated and tired, but he needed to make his girl feel good. he sat you back down onto his desk and instructed you to lean back. he was drooling at the sight of your pussy all open and wet for you. he wanted to go slow with you but god you looked so desperate. he got onto one of his knees and began ravaging you. your hands are kneading as his hair as he makes circles around your clit with his tongue. the sounds are lewd but neither of you care. he’s teasing your entrance with his curled fingers before plunging them into you. the feeling of him sucking your puffy clit with the sensation of hitting your sweet spot was so overwhelming. tears ran down your face as your orgasm comes crashing over you.

james allows you to calm yourself down before helping you put your outfit back in. he wishes he had the time to give you proper aftercare and praise you for how great you made him feel, but he can’t. instead he settles for leaving a mix of small and passionate kisses all over your face while murmuring sweet praises in between each breath. as you were reaching for the doorknob james asks you what you’ve been waiting to hear.

“hey, would you like to get dinner tonight?”

before “sneakily” exiting his office you throw him a thumbs up and sweet smile. god, you could get used to this.

[papurgaatika]

Knead Me, Need You

Pairing: Massage Therapist! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: you were overworked, overstressed, and long overdue to get a massage. You just didn’t realize that getting one would come with a very good-looking massage therapist or the thoughts that filled your mind every time he touched you Tags: no outbreak AU, massage therapist! Joel, no reader desc. Gentle Joel, dirty thoughts, Joel is a tease, the reader is pent up as HELL, mentions of fingering, no actual sex, LOTS of sexual tension, pet names (darlin’ and sweetheart are used), Appreciation for Joel's arms, 18+ Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I very desperately need to get a massage and woke up from a dream about it so there’s that!! Also a huge lovely shoutout and thank you to my wonderful beta readers (@joelsdagger @carlynkurin and my lovely Laur) who have saved me from making the weirdest grammar mistakes and also fuel me with comments such as “IM (S)CREAMING” yall are real ones xoxo

Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources at the end of this fic and in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!! 🇵🇸

You hate your job. Okay, that wasn’t true. You don't hate your job, you just hate the commute. And sitting at your desk all day. And the fact that you always decide that heels look better with your outfits. So you didn't really hate your job, you loved being in charge, but your back was paying the price for it. Everyone in your life has heard you complain about your back hurting at least once. Some of your coworkers had found you with a stash of the stick-on heating patches in your desk and that led to the office pitching in to get you a certificate to one of the nicest spas in the area for your birthday. 

You weren’t sure if you would use it, you barely had time to sit down and fully wash your face. How were you supposed to relax for a full hour and a half with some stranger touching you? The answer came to you one Saturday when you rolled out of bed and could barely stand because of a crick in your lower back. A groan falls from your lips before you throw yourself back onto your bed and grab your phone, making quick work of dialing the number on the back of the voucher. You let out a sigh of relief when the receptionist tells you they have availability later in the afternoon, and you tell her you’d take the appointment. You’re just about to hang up before her voice comes through your speaker again “Oh, and just to let you know, your therapist will be male, is that okay?” 

You freeze for a second. On one hand, you didn’t love the idea of some random man touching you, especially considering it was a full-body massage. But on the other hand, you really didn't have a choice, your back was going to give out if you waited any longer. You mumbled out a quick “That’s fine, thank you!” before hanging up and making your way up to change your clothes. You decide to opt for something more casual, before grabbing your keys and wallet and heading out of the house. 

This place was fancy. Like much fancier than you had expected and suddenly your outfit felt too casual and you missed your heels. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you filled out the forms they gave you. No, you haven’t had a massage before, yes you wanted to focus specifically on your back, and you weren’t sure how much pressure you wanted. You hand the clipboard back to the receptionist with a smile and she lets you know that he’s just about finished with his last client and he’ll come back for you in just a few minutes. Your knee is bouncing of its own accord, nerves finally kicking in. You are about to be naked in front of a man who is then going to rub his hands into you. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that it’s his job. He does this all day, five days a week. You keep reminding yourself that it’s just a massage, you’ll be okay. You finally start to believe that, nerves dissipating and your heart settling back to its resting rate, and then you see him. 

He’s all broad shoulders and a kind smile walking out to the main area, before turning in your direction, and your mind blanks for a minute to fully take in how attractive this man is. His arms were gorgeous and you couldn’t take your eyes off of them. His t-shirt was pulled tightly over his bicep, riding up just enough to let you see a peek of skin that was untouched from the Texas sun. His arms were thick, the muscles defined and prominent, veins standing out against the smooth skin. You were enraptured watching his arms move as he signed off on some papers and grabbed the clipboard with your forms on it. Images of his thick fingers in unspeakable positions flooded your mind; tugging at your hair while his other hand was on your hip, dragging over your lips and pushing them into your mouth, letting them curl into your aching cunt while he holds you down. 

You were lost in your thoughts until his voice was saying your name and pulling you out of your depravity. You smile at him shyly and stand up to shake his hand “I’m Joel, and I'll be your masseuse for today, it’s a pleasure to meet you darlin’.” if you thought that he was attractive before, hearing that accent made you weak in the knees. The slow drawl of his words was smooth like honey and sent butterflies straight to your core. He takes the paperwork from the receptionist and gives it a quick scan before tutting at you lightly. “Overworkin’ yourself? Don’t worry, I'll take good care of you today.” You feel your face start to heat up as you follow him back through the halls into his room. You stepped inside to be met with a dim warm light, and soft music playing through a speaker. 

“So is this your first time coming in for a massage?” he asks, half leaning against the door. 

“Is it that obvious?” you half laugh, heat rising in the back of your neck. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes locked on his. He laughed softly with a shake of his head and you think you might die on the spot. It’s so unfortunate that he’s so hot. 

“No, darlin’ it said it on one of those forms they had you fill out, I just wanted to go over how it all works with you.” you nod and look up at the man, waiting for him to go on, “I know it said you wanted to focus on your back, do you mind goin’ a little bit into why?” 

You sigh and press a hand into your lower back, “So I sit at work a lot, and granted my posture isn’t great, but I woke up this morning and it was worse than it had ever been” You tell him about your job, about being overworked, about your stupid half hour commute. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, only dropping to flick over your waist for a moment, and then back onto yours. 

He lets you explain where exactly you were hurting before he glances at his watch and lets you know that you should get started sooner rather than later. “Just go ahead and get dressed down to your comfort level and then just lay down with your face in the cradle sweetheart. I’ll knock before coming back in and then we can get started.” You smile and give him a nod, taking a deep breath once the door shuts after him. You make haste to strip down and fold your clothes leaving them in a little pile on a shelf, leaving your panties on much too aware of the wetness that was pooling into them. You grab your phone and lay down on the table, scrolling through your email and replying to a few new ones from your coworkers, knowing fully well that they can barely get things done without you. 

A knock on the door breaks you out of your thoughts and you let out a small noise of acknowledgment that you were ready, slightly hesitant. You watch as Joel opens the door and steps in, eyes immediately flicking to your phone. “Can’t have that out darlin’, this is your time to relax” he says gently, grabbing your phone and setting it down on the shelf next to your clothes. “I’m sure work can wait.'' He shoots you a wink and your face feels flushed. You let your face fall into the cradle, eyes shutting before you feel his hands grazing your body over the sheet slowly. He’s barely touching you, his touch is feather-light, so why do you feel like your body is on fire? His fingers make small circles on your scalp as his thumbs press gently into the base of your neck. Your eyelids flutter softly, the pressure he was applying immediately melting away your stress. His fingers work on your neck, not pressing too hard but not so soft that it wouldn’t help at all. You feel him work in the same place for a few minutes to get rid of a knot, likely from staring down at your phone or hunching over your computer all day, before he takes his hands away. 

“Alright sweetheart I'm gonna move the sheet and start on your back, if that’s alright,” you nod into the face rest, letting out a deep breath when his hands hit your skin. You figured his hands would be as strong as the rest of him looks but he was surprisingly gentle and warm. The smell of roses and sandalwood fills your nose as his hands press softly between your shoulder blades. You let out a soft sigh when his fingers dig into your skin “That pressure alright darlin’?”

You manage to mumble out a weak “yes” and let your eyes fall shut again. You don't know why he’s doing this to you, why this man is making you all hot and bothered while he just does his job, but he is. His hands feel like heaven on your lower back, fingers creating circles to try and get a particularly nasty knot out right above your tailbone. A sound leaves your mouth, a little too close to a whimper for your liking and you feel the blood rush to your face but Joel doesn’t even mention it. 

“You're real tense sweetheart, it’s a wonder you didn't have to come in before today” he mutters as his fingers work their way back up your spine. A trail of goosebumps follows after his touch as your back almost arches into his hands. Almost. You catch yourself at the last moment, sparing yourself from what would be the most embarrassing experience of your life and would also likely get you banned from the spa, which would truly be painful because lord, did Joel know how to use his hands on you. His fingers were soft yet somehow held just the right amount of strength in them to work your pain away, the way the heels of his palms would dig into your skin when he focused on a specific area, he was just too good at this and it was making you a little bit crazy. 

Your eyes were still shut, your body more relaxed than it had ever been when you heard him tell you to flip over so he could work on your legs. In your half-asleep state, you seem to have forgotten that moving too fast will not only make your head spin but will also make the sheet covering you drop. You managed to catch it and pull it over your chest, eyes wide and staring at him. “Oh my god I'm so sorry-” you start but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before clearing his throat. 

“‘s alright sweetheart” his eyes flick down to where you were clutching the sheet. Your breasts were spilling out of the top almost obscenely, a small sheen of sweat from the warmth of the table (and his hands) covering your skin. “Just lay back down, ‘m gonna work on those legs now.” He turns to grab the oil again, and you weren’t certain because of the dim lighting in the room, but you could have sworn there was a light blush dusting his cheeks. You lay down with your head in the rest, still clutching the sheet at your chest before he takes it out of your hands and brings it over your chest fully, leaving just your collarbone and neck exposed. He moves to a corner before picking up a bolster to put under your knees to prop them up slightly. 

You let your eyes fall shut as you feel his hands skim your calf. You bite back a gasp when his hands, god his hands are huge, encompass your ankle and bring it up out of the sheet, bending it at your knee slightly. You wet your lips with your tongue and find your mouth drier than it had ever been as he moves your leg into a good position for him, your calf almost grazing his chest. You feel yourself clench around nothing and feel your panties dampen at the closeness of him. He lets your foot down, tucking the sheet under your hip so that it doesn't slip out from under you, and you can feel your heartbeat everywhere. His fingers were so strong yet so gentle on your calf, rubbing out the tightness in your legs.  As his fingers made their way further up your leg you felt like you were on fire. His hands were pressing into the muscles, nails softly tracing against your inner thigh and it made you feel weak. You couldn’t get the image of those same fingers the ones that were trying to help you relax, rubbing circles over your clit or digging into your hips as he held you in place, out of your mind. It was filthy really, how pent-up you were. How depraved the thoughts you were having about this man, this stranger, were, but you couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your legs from growing.  He presses into a specifically sore spot, dragging something between a yelp and moan from your lips. “I'm so sorry-” your words were quiet, barely audible over the light music he had playing in the room. “Don't worry about it sweetheart, just means I’m doing my job right” he was fucking with you. He had to know what he was doing to you. Had to know that while he was working on the muscles of your legs, you wanted those strong fingers inside of you, talking you through orgasm after orgasm with that sweet southern voice. 

You close your eyes again, trying to stabilize your heart rate and keep it from pounding out of your chest “Alright sweetheart, I'm gonna wipe you off and then I’m sorry to say, but we are done for the session” You nod your head before feeling the warmth of a hot towel wipe against your legs, attempting to brush the idea of him wiping you up after pumping you full of his cum out of your mind. You take a few deep breaths before he turns the lights up slowly, letting you adjust to the change. “Alright, I'm gonna step out and grab you some water. I’ll meet you up by the front darlin’” You smile at him and say thank you before moving to change into your clothes, knees slightly wobbly from just thinking about him. Your panties are embarrassingly wet when you stand up, and you press your face into your hands trying to shake this out of your system.

You manage to step out of the room without having your knees give out,  eyes still slightly blurry from being half asleep through the whole appointment, and walk back out to the reception. You blink a few times, adjusting to the much brighter lighting, and see Joel waiting for you with a cup of water. “Pleasure working on ya sweetheart, I hope I’ll see you again soon” You take the water and say your thank you to him before watching him walk back into the backroom, and oh my god was his butt always that cute? 

You turn back to the receptionist with a smile, when she asks how the session went. “Good, yeah no everything was amazing” You bite on the inside of your cheek softly, the ghost of his fingers still on your skin. You get checked out, making sure to give him a hell of a tip and book another session with him in a few weeks. You take his card and twirl it around your fingers as you sit in your car. Joel Miller- Licensed Massage Therapist- Austin, TX. It was going to be a long hard few weeks without seeing him, but you had some ideas on how to keep yourself, and that dull ache in the pit of your stomach occupied, and every single one of them included thinking about Joel Miller and his fingers. 

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[kabukipookie]

Hey I’d like to request nfsw Yae Miko and M!reader, haven’t seen many fics like this so the premise can be whatever you like :) Ty

Fulfilling a Fantasy∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°｡⁠☆

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Finding yourself at a creative stump, Cheif Editor Yae Miko was happy to help you explore the assigned genre ; Fantasy

ᝰ.ᐟ ⤵ cw + genre

Dom! Yae Miko x amab! reader

use of 'baby' & 'dear' , praise, begging(reader), fem dom (miko), cunnilingus, i did my best- please leave constructive criticism!

ᝰ.ᐟ ↪ wc 1.9 k !

@kabukipookie × TMBLR original work

a/n at the end ♡ (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

INTERACT AT YOUR DISCRETION ❤️‍🔥

Being a freelancer in Inazuma before the Vision Hunting Decree was abolished was a bit harsh. The state of affairs had a severe effect on your creative inspiration.

Despite this, you had to pay bills. You had a due date to get a draft for a new book to the executive editor. Miss Yae Miko.

The prompt was also so very unclear. Just what did she want? She's never been so vague. Maybe the market isn't doing good.

Once establishing yourself as a writer, god did it have its ups and downs. . . But, worries quickly dissipated after being scouted as an exclusive writer; Your works would be carried by Yae Publishing House.

Meeting her for the first time was a scene. How did she know how to get under everybody's skin? She knew exactly what buttons to press.

You received a letter from the Publishing House, and later a meeting was set to discuss terms.

You had to hike up to meet Miko, the shrine maidens were a bit more than confused however; She never had people visit above.

The meeting went about as well as it could, you didn't know it was unusual for her to specifically invite someone up to the shrine.

Work was stable, a dream you never thought would be fulfilled.

Yes, the current affairs were an obstacle, more so was the fact the Chief Editor was being so unresponsive.

There was hardly any tension between you two. Y'know, ignoring how you couldn't hold eye contact for anything longer than a glance. Or how the tips of your ears burned whenever her soft fingers glazed yours when passing manuscripts back and forth. A smooth melody played; soft instrumental. Her lips echoed the tune, humming.

It's like this world was made for her, Miko was too perfect. Her presence was perfect, and the scenery around her... Arguably created purely to extenuate her lovely features.

It did feel a little intense when you walked to the Grand Narukami shrine. The day was breezy, pretty pink cherry petals danced in the sky.

From monthly, to weekly walks to visit your boss, the scenery was always so lovely. You couldn't get too mad at the envoy, you'd be enthusiastic about living at such a beautiful peak of Inazuma.

Knuckles clacked against the pristine door, and you hear shuffling before a familiar voice said "Come in."

Sly as a fox, brimming with mischief it felt like. Recently, she has been unusually preoccupied. Stress, probably.

You didn't however, know the days she was taking off and ignoring your mail, she spent fucking herself on her fingers.

It's never easy to be an executive editor, let alone the responsibility of the grand priestess... Once you spoke to a shrine maiden, they led you to Yae Miko's residence.

You enter the building, tote in hand. you spot Yae Miko with her knees folded on top of a tatami mat.

"Oh, Y/n. What could I assist you with ~ ?" She makes a gesture to come sit across from her.

"Ah, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Chief Editor." Timidly, you take a seat and open up your bag.

"Of course not darling. It's my responsibility to help the Inazumians of today."

Straightening out the papers, the ones with an outline as well as some ideas you had jotted down.

You stifle a small grunt of amusement.

"Hm? Something funny, dear?" Her head tilts cutely to the side

"Miss editor, I'm a coworker. I do find it a bit funny how seriously you speak to me, but otherwise.." You trail, she looks more relaxed. The atmosphere felt very tranquil.

"--Its just I'm not quite sure what you mean when you told me to write a "Fantasy" Novel. . . I don't mean to be rude, but you know I only have experience with realism."

A nervous look was etched into your features.

You see a smirk at the tips of her pink lips, as she outstretches her arm to begin looking through the papers.

"Oh dear, I guess I should've been more descriptive? I apologize, I've just been so... Busy. Yes that's it "

Her smooth voice infiltrates your ear, diverting your attention to the plain floor. The sound of papers ruffling continues.

"I can try! Do you think you could help me brainstorm? I'm unsure of how to start something like this. I won't take too much of your time, Miss."

She places the papers to the side, fingers finding your shoulder, rubbing gently. Lifting your face to meet her eyes, there's something sultry in her touch.

"Of course, I'm more than happy to."

She leans forward, your cheeks flushed.

Face felt warm and you started to stutter.

"T-Thank You. So, where should we start?"

You contemplate for a minute, restraint quickly leaving just as your resistants did. Her eyes felt like they drilled holes into your being. She's practically stripping you naked in her mind.

"Your fantasies of course. Mind telling me a few? Just to get to know what you have going on inside that head of yours."

You blink. Huh?

"I'm not sure that... Uhh..."

"Y/n, don't be shy." Her hand moves to your neck, rubbing a circle with her thumb before as she continues.

"What comes out of your mouth today is prayers. Okay, Dear? As a maiden, I'll keep your secrets." Her lips find your neck, littering your collarbone with feathery open kisses.

She quickly pulls back and stares at you as if this was a usual meeting between you both.

Hopefully, you plead with the gods to let this become a common occurrence .

"So tell me." The way she said it was so obviously a demand, could you do anything but obey?

"Uh.. I don't have many fantasies. It's quite.. Err.. fulfilling to be a writer. Especially with an editor like yourself." You toss her a nervous smile.

"Quite the sweet talker, now..."

The way she looked at you, like she wanted to just..

Eat

You

Up.

Working with Yae Miko isn't easy, the way she's so cunning makes you feel almost insignificant. . . However, Now? It just made the tightness in your briefs feel so... Uncomfortable!

She finds her way on top of you, hips straddling yours, cunt pushed up against your member.

Your hands find her hips, pulling her closer and practically high off her scent. Peachy, sweet. Every part of her overloaded your senses, every bit of you felt so weak against her.

"This is okay right, Miko?" You look for confirmation before exposing her chest. She smiles, almost too innocent compared to how she was keening to your touch, panties were damp and god, you could feel it.

"Let me tell you something, Dear." Her tongue slid up the shell of your ear.

"My fantasy is you." Her voice was airy, you felt like you were dreaming. "Indulge me m'kay? I wanna hear you beg to touch me, can you do that for me?"

"Yes!- I mean, of course, Miko..."

You pull her in for a kiss, it was so kind. Too sweet for the way you wanted to be ruined by her. Too sweet, in contrast to your mouth being invaded by her sweet scent. The way she craved her pussy to be spread with your tongue, she needed you now.

"F-Fuck… Miko…" You feel her smile against your lips as she sways her hips.

"Please let me undress you." Eyes glimmered, gaze softened, "Who baby?" Yae slyly says.

Confused, you spit out the first word that came to mind.

"Mommy please.." God... Shame ran through your veins, the kind that also runs elsewhere. A chuckle reverberates through your ears.

"Hmph, You're too precious." She lifts herself from your lap, allowing you to slip her perfectly tailored kimono from her figure.

Touches burned, everywhere. It was like a stinging; without your touch. She needed to feel you, have you bow down to her. Begging her to let her walls squeeze you.

Her supple skin was in view, your lips latching around a nipple quickly.

Her hand grips your locks, tugging slightly while a 'tsk' comes out, alongside a small moan. You look up to her while you continue to suck on her tits like a baby.

"I want you between my thighs, okay Baby?"

"There you go.." Yae Miko coos, petting your head as you are between her knees. Her kimono was undone at the front, and hair cascaded over her shoulders. Your hand finds her inner thigh, face to face with her clothed cunt.

Sliding your finger to the band of her panties, you remove the garment. Her pussy was so pretty, walls fluttering around nothing while it gushed out sweet nectar you wish you could drown in. You flick your tongue out, licking her thigh before gently biting it. Your hands had a firm grip on her thigh and waist respectively. Soothing circles were being drawn on her tummy, thighs were being gently sucked on 'till they were bruised and pink.

"Ah! So good, Baby, mhm.." Yae Miko lets out a low groan, hand holding a fist full of your hair as a dark hickey begins to form on her pale smooth thigh.

"C'mon baby, taste me." It was a command, one that made you drool.

Taking a breath, you mumble.

"You taste so good…"

It comes out messy, like the way your tongue is preoccupied with stirring up her tight cunt. You felt slender fingers grasp at your scalp again, just harder. Demanding. You take that as a sign to push your whole muscle into her hole.

"Haahh~! Fuck. Yes-Yes..!"

"F-fuck… You're doing so well baby…You're so desperate. So n-needy."

Finding her clit with your fingers, you gently rub her clit while your tongue dips into her heat.

Licking up her slit, you spread her pretty lips and look into her eyes before diving back in like a starved dog.

"F-fuck-! Haah, that feels so good~!" she moans out, breath light and thighs twitching.

"I-I'm gonna cum... More..." She keens, laying her back on the floor as you go down on her, slurping up every drop of her slick. Increasing the pace on her clit, her back arches into your touch. Her ears are twitching, you feel a fluffy tail thump under your lover's thighs. Such a display, one to savor. If only you could engrave this in your memor-

Light thumps echo from the entrance.

Clack clack clack

You pull away from her core, looking at her face. You're messy with wetness, a tent obvious in your pants.

Visibly annoyed having an orgasm interrupted, she straightens her garments and mumbles "One minute..."

Glancing at you, she leans in for a last, wet sloppy kiss. Miko practically eats you whole, she tastes herself on your tongue. It was so... sloppy.

She grabs you, hand on your cheek after quickly tying her kimono.

"You did so good for me. Did I give you a bit of inspiration?" Her eyes bore into yours, other hand grasping your arm.

"Uhh- Y-Yes. Very much so" You adjust your arms, instinctively hiding your very warm face.

"Well then, I'll let you get started with a draft. Okay? I apparently have matters to attend to..." A wink graces her face, you watch as she slips out the door.

Sitting there, you guess it's only natural for an editor to help her precious writer in need!

hi!! this is my first real fic i guess.. feel free to flood my requests! im a slow writer and im unsure on how to end smut.

either way, thank you for reading. if there are any typos plz lemme know.

much love! - vibi

[tarteeee]

ive recently been playing Detroit become human again just to feel something and it's just so happened to coincide with my obsession with one piece and my brain is going places. zosan places.

so perhaps...DBH zosan au? long post under the cut

Im imagining that Judge is some main engineer at CyberLife and created a line of prototype military androids. he starts off with Reiju, perfects the tech then in one fell swoop creates 1234ji. BUT, as per canon, Sanji is defective. Against all protocol and logic, Sanji has somehow had a caretaker (cooking, cleaning, babysitting) android program installed and it Just. Won't. Delete. It's Sora, Judge's wife and fellow engineer who hates that part of her work is going to be used to harm people rather than help them.

Judge can't fix whatever the hell's wrong with Sanji so he sends him to some local police station, figuring that it's way too expensive (and sort of illegal) to destroy property that's technically not his and the rest of his programming dedicated to stealth, reconnaissance, and data gathering could be put to use. 124ji gets instead shipped to do military work.

What neither Judge nor Sora know is that Sanji deviated, he'd deviated from the beginning. The program won't be deleted from his code because he doesn't let it. He wants to try helping people, He's relieved he's being sent away but really would rather just settle down with some family and at least get to try some of the things he knows how to do now. Cooking at least looks like fun...

At the police station he gets partnered up with Zoro, a gruff young upstart that has put away so many criminals people think he's some sort of demon. Zoro has his own beliefs on androids, doesn't like that despite the fact that they look human, they're cold and unfeeling. He can't shake off the fact that they're just machines after his childhood best friend fell down the stairs in the middle of the night and a glitch in their household androids code made it unable to alert emergency services despite the fact that she fell right in front of it. Nothing quite sparks a hatred for androids like knowing that a normal human would have immediately jumped in to help, no program necessary.

Needless to say he's not the happiest about being saddled with the android, and gets even more pissed off when it tries to tell him how bad his self-care habits are. Sanji doesn't actually care, its only programmed to. He's not human, it's even numbered for fuck's sake.

I imagine they'd have a lot of tension, with Sanji trying his hardest to both take care of the people around him but also not act too far out of what he's supposed to do because he doesn't want others to find out he's deviated. And he really doesn't understand Zoro, who despises any help or attempt to get closer from him but only barely manages to hide a smirk and stifle laughter when Sanji accidentally lets out some snide comment about an annoying coworker. In his mind palace, zen garden area, the person who meets him switches from Sora to Judge, depending on what issues are at the forefront of his task list and he gets along well with Robin, a crime analyst and her husband Franky, who works in the precincts' IT and tech department.

For the other androids obviously Luffy would take Markus' place, wanting to gain legal freedom and rights for androids. He's inspired from the freedom he saw in his previous owner, Shanks, and even got to have his straw hat after Shanks told him to run and chase his dreams. His revolution is backed by other androids he finds along the way. Koby, who wants to have a peaceful revolution and not be shunned by human society, Trafalgar Law, who urges him that humans won't listen to reason and that a bloody battle is inevitable. Usopp, despite being afraid of being deactivated follows Luffy and says that he trusts his judgement and knows that there are understanding humans out there, like his previous owner Kaya. Brook and Chopper join Luffy as well, they were androids who were a model skeleton and an animatronic made to have kids feel at ease at a doctors' office, respectively. The three of them are not water proof models ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Nami, I feel, would take Kara's place. She comes to at a CyberLife store and is taken home by Arlong who uses her for housekeeping. At Arlong's place she finds Vivi, a girlfriend that he's obviously abusing. She deviates the same night that she find him hitting Vivi. They run away together and the less that's said about the state they left Arlong in, the better. They try to take refuge at Crocodile's place but find out that he scraps down androids for parts and sells them. There they find Jinbei, a strong android whose model was originally made for carrying heavy loads at docks and stuff, and escape together. They later find out that Vivi was an android girlfriend that Arlong had bought a while ago.

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Figment | Chapter 5

(Gif credit to FilmBlazer)

Chapters:  5/7 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne Additional Tags: Mix of TV Dream and Comic Dream, Spice a little later, kinda enemies to lovers, Cause Dream likes when people backtalk to him, lots and lots of tension Summary: She had only been able to enter other’s dreams two years ago, but she knew the rules. Don’t interfere with the dream. Don’t create anything in another’s dream. Don’t destroy anything in another’s dream. But then she stupidly broke one of those rules and the Lord of Dreams does not take kindly to others messing with his domain. Chapter Summary:   A game between two where both win or both lose. Read Here on AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

CHAPTER 5

The memory of his touch followed me through most of the following day. When I woke up, I replayed the scene over and over, trying to figure out how it had gotten to the point where the King of Dreams was sensually kissing my hands. There was no mistake, that’s what it had been. It was amazing how even with those inky black pits for eyes, I could feel his gaze burning on me. The heat of those starry eyes was scorching and powerful enough that even remembering them, I had a hard time breathing. Because he was Dream of the Endless, the embodiment of dreams and nightmares and stories, billions of years old and more powerful than the mind could fathom. And I…was human, utterly and blandly, human. We were brief flashes of life in comparison to him. Existence that long had to be lonely and he had said he had relationships. He’d been cheated on, which now that I’ve met him, seems mind-boggling because who would dare? Lust and want and desire seemed to beckon all though. It should be no surprise if he had had escapades through the years, if only to temper back that loneliness. It was hard to wrap my mind around. I don’t know, maybe he was secretly a flirt. He didn’t seem like the type but also, who knows? The minds of gods are hard to fathom. My own was struggling to simply process that all of that powerful attention, the attention of such an ethereal being, had been on me.

And I had enjoyed it. Reciprocated. Teased him as if he couldn’t snap a nightmare into existence in a second. As if it was no big deal to stick your hand into the open mouth of an alligator, the idea that it’d bite not even worth considering. I had been brazen, so unlike how I would have been in the waking world. But I was beginning to realize that the me in the Dreaming had no reason to hold back, no reason to skirt around others feelings or to not speak up or hold back anger. Because nothing felt permanent, even if I knew that wasn’t true. It felt like it. I didn’t have to be worried about getting fired in the Dreaming or hurting a coworker's feelings or being embarrassed about mis-stepping. And there was power in that and courage. I chewed on my lip, struggling to focus on the reports in front of me as the echo of Morpheus’ fingers on mine played over and over, the tingling of his touch that reverberated throughout my whole body. My skin had been so sensitive, every minute caress of his thumb sending lightning through me. Someone snapped in front of my face and I jumped, knees smacking hard and loud against my desk, and I almost bent over from the sharp pain.

“Hello?” My coworker, Anissa, was hanging off the side of my cubicle, eyebrows raised high into her hairline, “I’ve been calling your name for like a whole minute. You’ve just been staring at your screen and haven’t stopped pressing the letter A the whole time. I blinked, a wince still on my face, and glanced at the screen to see lines and lines of A’s filling it. Well shit. “Sorry, I was distracted,” I grumbled and rubbed my hurt knees. Anissa smirked, “Yeah, no kidding. There’s practically drool on your face.” The smirk grew when I instinctively went to wipe my lips and found nothing. I only glared annoyed and leaned back in my chair, “Sorry, what did you need?” She grinned and stepped even more into the small space, leaning back into the cubicle’s wall, “Oh no, we’re not skipping past whatever this is. So who's the dream boy? Cause I know for a fact you did not go back to Thomas.” Flashes of skin the color of marble and hair like ink danced in my mind and I shook my head, “It’s not like that, there’s no one. I just stayed up late to finish reading that new contemporary romance they’re pushing hard next week and it’s still on my brain.” Anissa raised a brow, utterly not believing my bullshit lie, “Uh huh. Sure. The mediocre romance with the paper thin characters. All I’ll say, because you seem like the type to be embarrassed but you completely shouldn’t be, is that it’s okay to have a little… fun so quickly after a breakup. Life’s too short to be mopey and you’ve been utterly mopey these past few weeks. Who knows, something non-committal might just be good for you.” I laughed awkwardly and coughed, embarrassed and not knowing if this is a conversation I really wanted to be having right now, especially after last night, “I will…keep that in mind. Thank you, Ani, I would like to hide under my table now.” She winked and pushed off my wall to leave, “Fine, go back to daydreaming about your mystery man. I was only coming to tell you the meeting is canceled since everyone decided Friday meetings are dumb so you can spend the rest of the day and all weekend thinking about him.” She practically cackled as she walked off and I shrank into my seat, face in my hands. What was wrong with me?

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“Rest assured that your shadows shall not remain lonely upon your next visit.” It had taken me a whole extra hour to settle my nerves and actually fall asleep that night. His words had whispered through me like a promise. That he would be there in my dream, watching. My lip was raw from worrying it between my teeth all day and I had paced the length of my bedroom for an unreasonable amount of time. This was dumb. The anxiety was dumb, the fact I had even flirted with the Dream King, the thought that anything was going to happen. The Dreaming was his domain, he was in every facet of the realm. Of course he was going to be there, he was always there in some form or fashion. And with that, I slipped into the Dreaming, not knowing what I would come upon. I could hear music, string instruments filling the air and indistinct chatter humming in the background. Opening my eyes, I was standing on the second floor landing of a large ballroom, lanterns lit everywhere and light sparkling off all the shining golden décor. The style of the place was Victorian but still modern with intricately carved pillars and facades. The ceiling was made of glass though, a dome top with the night sky dazzling above. There was a host of different people below me, dressed to perfection but with indistinguishable faces underneath masquerade masks of various animals. They laughed and danced and I wondered if they would have actual faces underneath those masks or if they were just blank slates, placeholders to fill out the world of my dream. The candles of the lanterns flickered, casting everything in warm light but leaving deep shadows all around and in the corners. My eyes searched and I wondered if he was there, waiting and watching, keeping those shadows company as he had said he would. I couldn’t feel a mask on my face but knew I was dressed to match the rest of the crowd, glancing down to take in the black fabric of my skirt. Sometimes my dreams changed my clothes, sometimes it was whatever I had worn to bed, but it had never been this extravagant as if it knew who I was hoping to meet. The dress was gauzy and so deeply black it felt like I was staring into a void, the same darkness Morpheus’ eyes seemed. It was floor length, the skirt pooling at my feet and sparkling crystal stars glittering in the fabric but still felt light as if I was dressed in a cloud. The shape of it hugged my frame, A-line with a deep V-neck that fit me well, gems and sequins embroidered in the bodice in swirls and flowers and leaves. My arms were bare, with the exception of bracelets of gold leaves, but attached with golden pins to the straps of my dress, a long cape flowed to merge with the inkiness of my dress with the fabric draped just so to where my back was still a bit bare and exposed. I felt royal, a dark queen watching over her court and the night her domain. My hair was left undone, falling around my shoulders and down my back in long curling waves. I could see my reflection a bit in the mirrored reflection of the floor, buffed and shined to magnificence, and could see the shimmer of gold streaked over my cheeks and the coal lining my eyes to darken them. I looked like the night sky and the shadows cast by the flickering candle flame. Pushing away from the railing, I was surprised to notice I wasn’t wearing shoes though, my feet bare against the cold of the marble floor and the chiffon of my dress dancing along the skin. That pleased me a bit, as if I was the only one allowed the impropriety of going barefoot in the midst of all these elegant people. Dressed to the nines but still having a small act of rebellion. A winding staircase led to the first floor and I smiled at the mingling people, trying to overhear their conversations but only hearing gibberish. As if the dream had been sure to populate the setting, but couldn’t put forth that much more effort to craft every single thing these people said. The attendees wore finely pressed suits with waistcoats, flowers tucked into pockets, gold embroidery sewn into their charcoal fabric. Nothing was plain, everything exquisitely over-the-top. Black and gold seemed to be the theme for this party, the women wearing glittery dresses with dark flowers sewn in ornate styles with obsidian stones while the men wore ebony suits with gold details and chains attached to antique pocket watches. It was beautiful and felt dark, mysterious, a ball made of smoke and extravagance. I walked around the edges of the dancing crowd, taking in the details and the various masks everyone wore, and began to feel it. A prickling at the small of my back, lingering, like a finger trailing over the exposed skin there. Pausing, my breath hitched and I slowly peaked over my shoulder to stare at the corners of the room where the candlelight did not reach. The darkness engulfed those edges, writhed, making the ballroom seem as if it had no walls and was floating in the abyss, but no twin stars could be found. I knew he was there, could feel him, that vibration of his power sliding over me like the whisper of silk and a lover’s caress. Chewing on my lower lip, thankful the dream hadn’t given me lipstick and knew my tendencies well enough, I turned back around. I could go to him, sink into those shadows and let him find me there. Eager, so very eager, to see what he would do. Or… I made a choice. Head held high, I merged with the crowd, deciding to hell with staying on the fringes, and slid through the bodies of masked people dancing and laughing there to the innermost parts. A woman, slightly reminding me of Anissa, with a gold beaded cat mask danced by me in the arms of a man with an angular deer mask. His antlers were tall and almost made him a crown of thorns atop his hair. They cheerfully laughed and swung each other in a circle, her skirt twirling along mine as she went past to the thrum of the music. Someone with a fox mask and gold dusted black jacket brushed against me and paused and before I could blink, had grabbed my hand in his. He raised it up and was spinning me before pulling me into his arms so fluidly I was disoriented. My hand was in his and the other on his shoulder, his resting on my waist, and we danced.

It was frenetic, fast and loose, as if the music and the dancers knew the rules but chose to push the limits and test the boundaries. It was less structured and I realized, more like following the flicker of flames. This was a ball of mystery and passion and they danced like it, unbound and wild and letting themselves be carried away. I didn’t think I knew how to waltz but I kept up, adrenaline rushing through me and that knowing burn tracing up my back and following me, as the fox faced man spun me again. My dress flared around me like tendrils of darkness and a different hand held mine high now, a man with golden hair and a black crow mask. Both of us mirrored the others movements as we swirled around each other, connected with only our one hand pressed against each other. Someone else grabbed my other hand, a woman in a rabbit mask, and the crow faced man passed me off to her. Our movements were liquid as we moved into the same dance, a mirrored circle where the only point of contact was the soft press of our hands conjoined together to form two halves of a whole. It went like that on and on, hands grasping and pulling and sending me off, the various strangers of the ball spinning me in circles before passing me off to the next, an endless chain of revelers going on and on. The room was a carousel of flickering lights, shadows, and masked faces. It was exhilarating and dizzying and I was laughing, feeling almost drunk and light and warm. Weightless. Absolutely weightless, as if I was shaking off every worry and concern with each press of hands and touch of skin. I danced with them all. Women. Men. Shapeless forms that seemed recognizable and unrecognizable but swirled around and around. The ball, the crowd, the darkness pressing in from the corners of the room, were bewildering and sensuous and I soaked in the magic that hung in the frantic air like the sweat that clung to my skin and dripped slowly between my breasts. My heart was racing and hair flying around me to match my dress as I danced, partner after partner in a twirl of glittering fabric. And then he was there. My breathing was ragged, lips still turned in a smile, as the spinning suddenly halted and the world came to a jarring stop as it was his hand that took mine and I had to keep myself from careening into him. A rock in the middle of a rushing river, the stopping of momentum earth tilting. Morpheus stood in front of me, a pillar of night in the sea of the crowd. No one looked or even brushed against him, as if we were in a bubble of our own that could not be touched. Those eyes of fathomless darkness and their pinpoints of light for pupils stared down at me, taking in the flush of my skin and the energy radiating off me. Our hands were raised between us, opposites clasped, his fingers strong on mine but still so gentle. His cloak looked like it was cut from the stars themselves, the flames burning almost a light gold at the hem and the edges brushed in stardust. If I wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked more formal, a waistcoat and silk black shirt underneath to match the ensemble of the crowd. His skin glistened in the light of the candles, making him look warmer, almost more human-like under their cast. Not quite so pale and made of stone, but still not human. Too beautiful and powerful to ever be mistaken for human. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t help the utter thrill of seeing him there, and grinned, chest still heaving as I worked to catch my breath.

“Hello, King of Dreams,” I spoke, husky and full of laughter as I looked up into that immortal face of his and felt the music thrumming through me. That ghost of a smirk, so miniscule I could reason it away as a shift of the light, played along his lips. He bowed his head to me and slowly, so achingly slowly, he brought my bare skin to his lips and laid a kiss across my knuckles as his eyes bore into mine, “Hello, little dreamer.” A lightning bolt shot through me from the touch and my skin felt so sensitive and tight, blazing heat coursing through me. I laughed, the sound dark and breathy, bottom lip between my teeth, “You kept your promise. I guess my shadows haven’t been so lonely tonight.” He stood straight, keeping my hand in his, and raised a brow, “You were aware I was here?” The tone was less quizzical, less him believing he had been sneaky about it. I’m not sure he had ever been sneaky in his life, but it felt like a whispered accusation, small, as if he was almost saying, “You were aware and did not come to me.” This was a king and he had expected my obedience, my supplication, and I hadn’t given him that. Had never given him that. My gaze was entranced with the way the light moved on his skin, casting his face in stark relief, and I murmured, low and smoky, “I’m always aware of you.” Those twin stars flashed mauve in the candlelight. Everything about me was vibrating as I stood before him, overheated and tingling. I lowered my gaze, staring at our clasped hands between us as my free one balled in the fabric of my dress and then blinked up at Morpheus from under long lashes, “Dance with me, Dream King?” I could feel his gaze roam over mine, face flush from the revelries and lip slightly swollen from chewing on it most of the night (and day). Sweat slid along my skin, clinging to my neck and chest and back but I didn’t care. I felt untethered and unworried and delicious under the gaze of this powerful creature. But he bowed his head in an apology, that small smile of his almost tinged with sadness, “Apologies, milady, but I do not dance.” And there were almost unspoken words there. He didn’t dance because how would it look? He didn’t dance because he was the Lord of the Dreaming and wouldn’t lower himself to the act. He didn’t dance because he couldn’t give himself over to an ounce of frivolity. In that wave of reckless abandon that was carrying me through the night, my hand in his and those eyes of ink and stars meeting mine, I let myself grin widely at him as I questioned incredulously, “Thousands and thousands of years old and you don’t dance? I hope that doesn’t mean that you don’t know how because that would be an absolute travesty. Mostly on your part.” A part of me knew that this was a being that didn’t exactly like to be teased. He was stoic and unyielding in his ways and tightly coiled, but I didn’t care at that moment. I’d walked the razor's edge with him before and I couldn’t keep myself from doing it over and over again. It was the game we had begun. Two opposing forces butting heads, clashing and burning. One would eventually lose but not yet. Morpheus only quirked a brow, not biting at the tease, thumb grazing slowly over the skin he had kissed. “I am very well capable of the act, little dreamer. I simply do not partake,” he replied, admonishing and daring. I raised my own brow, taking a step back in challenge. We never broke eye contact even as I moved a little further away, fingers still wrapped around each other, and a dare in my eyes. Chase me, play with me, take the bait. And with a flash of a mischievous grin, I raised our joined hands and twirled under his arm, letting the darkness of my dress ripple around me as I spun myself.

Dream’s hand reflexively followed the movement, keeping me grounded as he knowingly or unknowingly helped me spin. Then I stopped with the soft rustling of skirts, my hand clasped firmly in his, closer than before as the fox faced man had done to me. So close now I had to crane my neck up to see his face. My grin was wide and proud, chest almost pressed against his while I took in air and my other hand rested on his shoulder to balance myself. His hand had caught on the curve of my waist, those long fingers of his digging gently into the embroidered fabric. His cloak coiled around us like a serpent, blending with the blackness of my gown, and I was surprised that it felt like the most luxurious velvet I could have imagined. The velvet of the night sky, soft and warm and inviting. Laughing softly, I beamed with my tongue between my teeth, “See? Now you’ve partaken. Dream of the Endless does, in fact, dance.” The candlelight darkened his face, eyes shadowed completely and mauve stars burning as he whispered, “Impertinent little thing.” But the words were almost adoring this time, an echo of the angry words he had once hissed at me, a whispered promise in a dark room behind closed doors. “Always,” I whispered back into the space between us, grin slipping into a playful smile. I knew my cheeks must be flushed, that the redness was probably creeping down the exposed skin of my chest. Every point of contact was electricity. My body was so sensitive, alight with his touch and gaze and the dark way it traced from my eyes to my nose, lips, neck before meeting my own gaze. His head tilted ever so slightly and in the back of my mind, I thought I could hear the crowd hush and the music slow. Then we were moving, him guiding us slowly into a dance. Less a full waltz and closer to a gentle sway but I would take it. I would take whatever he would give me. He held my hand in his and pulled me flush against him, chest to chest, not allowing any space between us. And I didn’t care. The whole world could be burning and I wouldn’t care because he was a cold fire, dark and burning and swallowing me whole in its blaze. The other revelers were dark shadows, not quite tangible anymore, but merely brushes along my skin like smoke as they danced around us. The music was low and rich, thrumming through me and reverberating through my blood. Morpheus watched. He watched every little reaction. When he twirled me, almost lazily so my dress could slide along him, and pulled me back in with my back to his chest, he drank in my laughter and watched it light up my face. When I was fully against him, he drank the shaky way my breath rasped out at the contact, hand still entwined with mine and arm fully wrapped around my waist and keeping me there against him. He pressed his face into my hair, nose trailing down my neck to match as he ran a single finger down my free arm and watched my chest hitch at the feather light touch. He laughed softly against the sweat soaked skin of my neck and laid a teasing kiss there, lips lingering until I clenched my fingers in his and let out an imperceptible moan. “Have you had quite enough, little dreamer?” the dreamlord asked into my skin, lips grazing the sensitive spot there as he spoke and I almost moaned again. But I let my head fall back to his shoulder, neck bared to him and eyes slid shut, and grinned, “Oh hardly. Don’t tell me you’re tired already, your highness?” He chuckled into my ear and leaned his head down to lay another torturous kiss on my collar bone, teeth grazing this time. Then he was twirling me away from him, spinning me, pulling me back into the whirlwind of skirts and dancing and heady music that wrapped around us. We danced and danced some more, my body floating and only tethered by his body against mine and our clasped hands. My fingers dug into the muscle at his shoulders, grasping onto him, and I felt them shift under my hands. He was sculpted from stone, lean but muscled, his grip on me tight as if I really were smoke and would flutter into the air if he let go. While sweat and hair clung to me, breath coming out in frantic gasps, Morpheus was unaffected but I could feel his hungry gaze taking me in, watching each bead of sweat slip down into the bodice of my dress and the flush along my gold stained cheeks. We slowed and swayed, his thumb brushing patterns into the back of the hand that was trapped in his. The hand at my waist shifted and left my body and I didn’t even have time to be confused to where it had gone before I could feel the light tracing of his knuckles along the bare skin of my back. I jolted, something I’m sure he could feel, and my breath hitched as he ran them up and down, up and down in agonizing slowness. My breath came out in tattered wisps, so close to him that each exhalation brushed along his neck. If I were to lean forward, I could rest my forehead along his jawline, the long stretch of his neck before me. Images flashed of licking up that long expanse of neck, tasting him, clamping my teeth around that pulsing heartbeat there and seeing if I could garner a reaction. That small trace of his knuckles were undoing me, my mind only able to focus on that small bit of contact and gods if it wasn’t the most erotic thing. Dream leaned forward, breath hot on my skin as he whispered in my ear, “Are you certain that your shadows are sufficiently comforted? I am here, but perhaps they wish for your presence as well.” I bit my lip and turned my face to his as he turned as well, my nose skimming along his skin. He pressed his forehead to my own and I was utterly swallowed by the darkness of his gaze, the feeling of his breath mingling with mine. It wouldn’t take much, just the smallest of movements, and I could press my lips to his, could taste him, drink him in like he had.

I was lost to this creature, completely lost. “Maybe,” I licked my lip and those starry pupils followed the movement, before replying in a barely audible whisper, “we should both keep them company. You obviously need a break from all this dancing you don’t partake in.” Those pinpoints of light in his eyes turned, darkening, and he twined the fingers of our clasped hands together before stepping forward, guiding me backwards. In two small steps, our surroundings shifted and my back hit the wall of the ballroom, shadows swallowing us and the revelry suddenly much farther away from us. Away from view, where no one could see us. Those twin stars in the darkness swallowed my vision as the shadows completely wrapped around him, welcoming him back with loving arms. But I could feel his breath fanning on my cheeks and lips, his hand now flush along the bare skin of my back, and I could swear I felt him smirk hungrily as his nose skimmed along mine. The dreamlord raised our intertwined hands along the wall, the long skim of cool wood against my fevered skin almost making me moan in relief, and pinned it above my head. The hand on my bare back arched me forward, pressing fully and completely against him. I could feel the message there, the trace of amusement in his movements. Caught. Captured. Trapped. I’d coaxed him into playing with me and been triumphant in that, but he was winning this game and I was his prize. The alligator had clamped down and bitten. My one free hand clung onto his shoulder as he slid his nose alongside mine before following a path along my cheek and down my jawline. I was liquid fire, a puddle in his arms with a racing heart and shallow breaths. The torture of those small, simple touches raked along every nerve of mine, taunting, and setting me a light. Morpheus blew out a small, gentle breath along the skin on the underside of my ear and I shuddered, a loud moan escaping me. “Shhh,” he whispered into the skin there, “It would be most…improper, little dreamer, to be caught like this.”   Fuck improper, he was unraveling me and he knew it. There was no one else here, no one of consciousness at least, but this was his game now. That anyone could be watching us, could hear us, could catch us and the game would be over. Continuing to trace along my skin, he bent and ever so lightly grazed his lips under my jaw and up and down my neck. I tilted my head up, eyes closed and biting down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud lest he decide to punish me and stop. He wasn’t kissing the skin, was barely touching it with his lips, gentler than the caress of a feather, but the promise that it would take so very little to do so, yet he didn’t, was aching and torturous. It was the promise, the temptation and want that was driving me insane. Because I wanted him to kiss me, to lick and bite me and unmake me entirely and the denial was painful. My chest pressed against him with each rasping breath and my captured hand spasmed, wanting desperately to be free to touch him, feel him. But he kept me in place, palm against palm and fingers intertwined with a gentleness despite the power. My other hand left its place on his shoulder, the only thing of mine free, to at least move upwards and curl around the back of his own neck. He was so warm under my fingertips, the hair at the nape of his neck unbelievably soft and my thumb tracing the hard edge of his jawline. The tip of his nose dragged upward and I was burning, dying, wanting to pull him forward by his neck and drink in his kiss, taste his lips, and completely devour him. I wanted to feel his hands on my skin, wanted those hands to dive under my skirts and grip my thighs and drown me. His forehead pressed against mine as before and I opened my eyes and could almost feel the knowing look he wore. The dreamlord was deceptively calm, but I could tell it affected him as well from the hard press of his body and the flexing of his fingers along my back. He was the image of restraint, able to take his time, all night perhaps, to pace this out. He was endless, he had all the time in the world. But I wasn’t and patience was never my strong suit. My loose fingers ran up to tangle in his hair, the soft tendrils of strands beneath them and I lightly, slowly, dragged my nails along his scalp. Morpheus hissed, half a moan, onto my lips and shuddered against me at the sound. I couldn’t help the large grin that crawled back onto my face or the utter pride that I could play this game too. He hadn’t won yet. “Wicked thing,” he growled. I chuckled darkly, pressing even closer until our lips were only a hair from each other, whispering my words onto his, “You started it, I’m merely participating.” The hand at my back trailed down, following the curve of my hip, and, as if he had read my mind, he gripped my thigh tightly, bruisingly, while pushing me back hard and fully flush against the wall. I let out a gasp onto his lips as he pressed his own body in closer and let me know exactly how much he enjoyed my participation. But he still didn’t give in, his voice molasses and burning embers and dark promises against my lips, “Well then … perhaps I should put an end to this game.” I wanted to say yes please, for him to quit torturing me and finally kiss me, to wrap my legs around his waist and sate the aching need that was throbbing through ever part of my body. Not pulling away entirely, he bent and so incredibly gently pressed his lips along my neck. I was riding the electrical current flowing through me at the touch, was sure he could feel the want dripping off me as he laid kiss after kiss up my neck up to my ear. I moaned, pressing myself harder against him, body absolutely writhing. The Lord of Dreams smiled against my skin and pressed his forehead against the side of my head, his breath teasing my ear as he whispered tenderly, “Goodnight, little dreamer.” I sucked in a breath and he pulled away enough that I could see his face and that predatorial smirk, full of satisfaction and deviousness, before the dream began to melt away and faded completely. I jolted up in bed, panting and heavy with desire and utterly annoyed to the point of being enraged. The air was cold on my heated skin, body wound so tight, and I stared in the darkness of my room, thinking I could still see Morpheus’ twin star eyes in the shadows but instead found nothing. That asshole. That complete asshole. With the loudest, most agonized groan of my life, I flopped backwards, grabbed a pillow, and placed it over my face to smother myself in. I’d made him play the game. I lost. Then again, I’m not sure he won either, if how much he had seemed to want whatever was happening was evident. But I wasn’t done playing. Not just yet.

[mad-hunts]

✿ (hello 👋🏼)

AHH hello, venus! it's always such a delight to see you here (: i hope you're having a great day so far and i just wanted to let you know that i really appreciate your interest in creating a dynamic with my barton!! but anyhow, without further ado, let's get on with the relationship meme. things in bolded text are dynamics that i could definitely see between them, italic text entails ones that i could maybe see, and text that is striked-through contains dynamics that i can't really see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

okayyy!! so, i thought i would explain some of my reasoning behind these, because i think it'd be fun. and thus — here i go! so, the first one that i wanted to talk about was the ' spurious relationship ' one that i put in italics and i honestly was thinking that perhaps they had worked together on several occasions where they had to fake being in a relationship?? like, they went to some sort of event that required you to have a plus-one and/or they had to kiss or something to get out of being caught, because i think that would both be kind of hilarious in a way and also that it would bring depth to their relationship LOL thus, that is how that idea was brought about and whether they were to be frenemies, or even purely friends, the reason why i chose definitely for barton being the bad influence towards louise is because — well, i can guarantee you that he would try to drag her into something that she was not planning to do that's also highly immoral, or illegal because let's face it, barton is an asshole ( lmaoo ) ... so there's also that. i also think there's a high chance that a relationship between them would be highly volatile because of how barton is, honestly, so that's mostly why i bolded those first few things in the ' antagonistic ' section. barton could also most definitely cause conflict between them that would be the result of him lying to her about something, or ' withholding information ' as he'd probably put it, and would probably sell her out in the same stretch if he had to to save his own skin if they were enemies. so yeah (,: he really isn't a good person, but you probably already know that JSJSJ. but just to let you know, just because i put these in italics / bold / etc. doesn't mean that these possible dynamics are set in stone and we could always discuss more with each other as to what you'd like to do regarding a relationship between our muses!! thus, i don't want you to feel limited to these things and you can totally hit me up in dm's if you'd like to share your thoughts with me on this, or discuss their dynamic further! i'm always open for plotting so rest assured that that be completely fine with me if you wanted to do that. but as of now, i hoped you liked my analysis of possible relationships between them!!

[phoenix-creates]

Mortal Kombat Master Post

A compilation of all art/comics/writings I do regarding my Mortal Kombat AU. This will feature OC x Canon content and my own personal HCs for characters and relationship dynamics. This post will be constantly updated with more information as I make more content. Without further ado, everything will be under the cut!

Original Characters:

Qiaolian and Qiangbei Norixius

Members of the Norixius Clan, an old and powerful clan of dragon-blooded warriors who are political allies of the royal family. Tensions have been high between the clan and the empress in the last thousand years as General Shao managed to spread distrust to Sindel, speaking of the clan plotting a coup of the throne. Sindel, thinking that Shao's predicting was close to coming true, kept the Norixi under close watch, often sending various members of the clan out on the worst of tasks so that they prove their loyalty. This ultimately worked against her as the clan started to resent her and almost aligned with Shao. Thankfully, Qiaolian and Qiangbei weren't completely swayed by his words and eventually defected from his army. They now loyally serve Princess Kitana.

Amalia

Older cousin to Zeffeero(Rain) and Outworld's most notorious thief! Amalia is a talented mage who mastered cloning magic and is able to make identical copies of herself at will. And with this magic, she successfully lives a double life as a thief and someone who works for the Royal Family; no one has yet to learn her secret. Amalia isn't just a thief for fun though, as she never keeps any of her riches for herself. Like Robin Hood, Amalia distributes wealth to poor Outworld citizens and has no qualms about taking from those with more wealth than they need. She also possesses interesting spatial magic and can create pocket dimensions to store things in, which she usually uses to hide her stash.

Lady Ivory

The young daughter of one of Outworld's noble families. Long ago, Ivory's family was cursed to be "devoured by snakes" by a mage, but the curse was mitigated somewhat to be less of a curse and more of a way of life. They now live and die with snake-like markings that are alive and live as one with the family. Ivory was born with an abundance of markings and is the most adept and living with her vipers, making her a dangerous foe to anyone who dares cross her and a valuable informant to anyone who needs her services. Her vipers are a part of her and she can summon them at will, send them out for expeditions, and use them to send messages. She is someone you'd rather befriend than get on her bad side.

Eli

A prodigy bio-chemist and geneticist, Eli was at the height of his career about to make the discovery that would change Earthrealm. Unfortunately, a jealous coworker destroyed Eli's work and doused the young scientist in the samples he was working with. Eli's DNA combined with that of the animal samples he was working with, along with other chemicals, and his DNA and physical body was forever to changed. Eli went on a rampage until the Special Forces found him, and Kenshi made the decision to take him to Outworld to help him. Eli was overwhelmed by the new area and fled, getting lost in the world until he was found by a certain sorcerer. The rest, as they say, is history...

Jéan, God of Nature

Jéan is a nature deity created by Liu Kang and Geras. Jéan is just as powerful as both Liu Kang and Geras and was initially created to keep the two of them in check; knowing that the timelines were still unstable and that there was always the possibility of one of them going rouge, Jéan was made as a fail-safe in case someone got overly ambitious. However, neither Liu Kang nor Geras saw the appeal of making a deity solely as a back up plan, and Jéan was given free will to do as he pleases. He still serves Liu Kang, but as a friend rather than a tool.

Anrika

Anrika is a very talented sorceress rumored to be able to raise the dead. Her magical prowess is vast and she only uses her abilities to help others rather than use them for personal gain. Many people distrust her and her intentions, thinking anyone that kind-hearted has to be hiding something. But Anrika has nothing to hide; all she wants to do is make Outworld a better place with her talents. Anrika has not yet confirmed nor denied the rumors of her ability to rouse the dead, but many people are after her as they want to learn the secrets behind her prowess.

Minor Characters

(Characters that may be mentioned in stories but not overall important to the lore)

Rubeus: Qiaolian and Qiangbei's older sibling. Rubeus is a talented blacksmith and has made a number of weapons used by many warriors, but most notably, they created one of General Shao's war hammers.

Aoihang Norixius: Grandfather to Rubeus, Qiaolian, and Qiangbei and the current Grandmaster of the Norixius Clan. Aoihang has ruled over the clan for thousands of years and still feels that he is in the prime of his life despite his old age. Aoihang never agreed with Shao's principals and suspected the General was up to something, but as tensions grew between the Norixius and Empress Sindel, Aoihang found it best to stay silent lest he be branded a traitor for going against the General. He and Shao have a rivalry.

Elliana and Regis: Ivory's parents. They're proud of her daughter for her mastery over her vipers and her work helping Empress Mileena.

Locations:

(Non canon locations I made up for sake of my AU)

Fae Yuyan:

A Southeastern seaport metropolis in Outworld. All major waterways, such as canals and rivers, connect at Fae Yuyan, making it an important route for trade and travel. The most famous waterway is the canal between Fae Yuyan and Sun Do, the quickest mode of transport between the two cities. Many merchants set up shops and sell their wares in this city making it central to Outworld’s economy. Currently, Lord Regis and Lady Elliana are the rulers of this city and regularly communicate with Sun Do and the Empress.

Sariyon:

A southern city of Outworld. Sariyon is home to many wood and metal workers, weavers, seamstresses, and other artisans that make up the creative industries of Outworld. Sariyon and Fae Yuyan have established a union where the people of Fae Yuyan provide safe transport for the people of Sariyon, and the people of Sariyon offer their goods and services to Fae Yuyan at discounted prices. Sariyon profits the most when festivals are in full swing as the people can put their best work forward.

Norixius Colony:

Long ago, disgraced descendants of Onaga were nearly banished from all corners of Outworld. They rebelled and caused a massive and bloody civil war, eventually resulting in the Norixius Clan controlling a territory of Outworld. This territory, located in the fertile grasslands of Central Outworld, has been the Colony’s property for multiple generations and only once had the royal family tried to take it back. The conflict did now end well for the empire. It now stands as both a stronghold and a home for the massive clan.

Bei Ningzun:

A small village in Northern Outworld and Anrika’s birthplace. Bei Ningzun is a quiet farming village that is somewhat cut off from the rest of Outworld as the people prefer to live quiet lives. The older inhabitants take care of the farmlands while the younger ones make the journey to the more populated cities to sell herbs and crops. Bei Ningzun is almost home to one of the oldest temples of Outworld and the people regularly head into the mountains to pray.

Misc. Drawings:

Qiangbei and Raiden

Qiaolian and Syzoth

Amalia and Rain

Twin Gossip

Toxic Love

Scorpion and Snake

Yield

Couple Goals

How the Twins Discovered Starbucks

Pupils and Masters

Puppet

Amalia Genderbend

Cold

Qiaolian Earthrealm Outfit

Invasions Edits:

Scorpion

Nitara

Sub-Zero

Relationship Dynamics:

Shang Tsung/Eli: 1

Tomas/Jèan:

Syzoth/Qiaolian:

Kuai Liang/Ivory:

Kung Lao/Amalia:

Li Mei/Amalia:

Amalia & Rain: 1

Fanart

Kenshi

Classy Cage

[rottentiger-art]

If they make Zoey 102, we need messy adult drama.

The start of Zoey 101 had a reoccurring side character Coco who was the RA for the Girls' dorms. She was hilariously chaotic.

As an RA Zoey can interact in school drama. Get in the higher ups faces. Try to support the students. And overall be a fumbling adult. Her room number can be 102, right next to 101. The kids in 101 can be the spiritual successors of the maincast.

Why she takes the job? A change of pace. Switching career fields. Maybe she's following Chase who took a teaching or administrative position.

Both Chase and Michael are faculty and are the heart of the show while Zoey is only there for drama. The dean is Stacey because she's the most responsible of them. Then Logan and Quinn own the school and have their own wacky B plots that they rope their friends into.

Aw I should have answered this with the other Rebuilding PCA anon

I think the Room 103 would be more fitting. Since her house in the movie was 102 to justify the movie's name, if she got the Room 103, we can justify a third installment, be it movie or series (please god let it be real a series)

I like to think (if) she switched career, it'd be to work with something related to her original dream: design and art. I remember too little of it tbh, so I won't go into details hahah. But Chase and Zoey working together could either bring them closer or generating so much drama. I have the feeling it would be the latter, messy situations would ensue. They would fight and the whole school would know it, gossip getting out of hand and creating miscommunications. Unless they both had matured, I imagine jealousy plots could be a problem too. Like, Chase being his insecure self, would get jealous of Zoey getting closer to another coworker (again, this only if they hadn't grown up since the movie, bc Chase seemed to be really immature about his jealousy over Zoey, and Zoey was also immature, but not as childish). Like, it would be a mess!

We all had those two messy teachers that made things either awkward or interesting bc they just couldn't separate their work life to their personal life lol. That's Zoey and Chase in my mind.

I imagine they'd try to act normal whenever Quinn and Logan showed up. But they're not fooling them. Logan would be like "I knew this would happen 🙄" but be mildly amused, while Quinn would gently remind them to not let those issues interfiere in their work.

I'd be a bit interesting seeing Quogan having a little of tension bc Quinn is on Zoey's side while Logan is on Chase's side over one issue. But I don't see that causing real issues on their own relationship, it'd be like Marshall and Lily from HIMYM, just a bit of competitiveness over who was right. Maybe sometimes getting to into it that a few fights happen here and there. But they never let it get too far.

We desperately need Quogan's subplots that does not revolve around Choey tho, bc I'm really getting tired of them being the center of the world and taking over their moments. I'd love to see more of their careers, of their life outside of PCA.

Idk if I would call Stacey the most responsible. Her as a dean would for sure bring out funny moments in a possible series tho. She would get really intense about her job lol.

[lelianasbitch]

Hiya, I've never commented on your fic but I just wanted to let you know I'm really enjoying TDoC! Been on a Donna fic spree the past couple weeks and yours was one of the ones I came across that stuck with me. I've only just come back to Tumblr after a long break, but I finished reading it the other night and I couldn't resist dropping a message to gush about it!

I know reader stories can be tricky to write because the protag is technically a self insert, but I think you've done a great job with balancing! The Courier feels like a distinct personality, but she also feels familiar to me.

Also love how you're handling Donna's development. As a reader, I really appreciate that you've put so much consideration and time into research, especially with regards to mental illness. You've clearly put a lot of thought and care into Donna's portrayal, and I think it's so lovely!

Each chapter is just the right amount of fluff, angst, and tension to keep me hooked. The dynamic between the Dimitrescu sisters and The Courier is also hilarious. I've been glued to my phone and sneaking chapters on my lunch break all week like little digital snacks. (Its gotten to the point where I'm pretty sure the people I work with think I have a secret lover, but the only reason I'm not denying it is because I don't know how to tell them that her name is The Deliverance of Change.)

Also, those wee posters you made? Mega cute. I'm no artist or graphic designer so idk if my opinion counts for much but I think they're very *chef's kiss*

Anyway I've waffled quite a bit, but basically my point was your fic has been a thrill to read thus far. Thanks for publishing it. It's been a real uplifter for me, especially on stressful days. No rush for the next chapter, but I'm eager to see what you do next! Hope you're doing well in general and life is treating you fairly :)

Hello! Big oops because this was asked back in August. Thanks for being patient for my reply even though I'm sure you forgot by now 😅

I'm glad that you're enjoying TDoC!! I appreciate you (and everyone else) even if you don't comment.

TDoC is my first x Reader story so it was definitely unusual to be writing in that style. The hard part was trying not to be too self-inserty, but I'm glad that you think I did a good job balancing it.

Writing Donna's development has been fun! There's so many things I can't wait to share and so many things that I was suuper excited to finally be able to read people's reactions when certain events came about.

I love that you've been reading TDoC like "digital snacks" AND that your coworkers might suspect a secret lover. I wonder what would happen if I posted a spicy oneshot . . .

I'd love to create more art like the posters but I'm currently lazy and uninspired . . .

Thank you again for sharing how much you've been enjoying TDoC! Sharing TDoC with so many people has brought great people into my life. It also really encouraged me to tap back into my personal projects which unfortunately have been scarce in recent years, so people's comments like yours brings me joy and gets me excited to continue.

Hope you've been doing well, highskellig! 🖤

[whentherewerebicycles]

ok finished my morning meetings and got to have a really nice goodbye with the HR team ladies. i love them so much!! they were truly the one bright spot of that job... just this little team of super competent, kind, & funny women who were such a delight to work with. and they are all scattering to the winds too... two just got big promotions that will take them out of our office and the other is going on maternity leave (and i kinda wonder how long she’ll stick around when she comes back). i got to work on a big project with them for a few months this winter and the whole thing was just like... me observing how capable they all were but also how undervalued and condescended to they were by their direct boss. idk man! i am sure people management is extremely hard work but also it really does not seem THAT hard to speak to people in a way that conveys that you recognize and respect them as people. and i feel like it’s probably a bit like teaching in the sense that to do it effectively you have to learn to self-regulate your own emotions like a grownup instead of letting your stress and frustration about work continually spill over onto the people you supervise.

my dad was asking me yesterday what i felt like i learned from this job... and i feel like i learned virtually nothing in terms of useful skills or content lol but i DO feel like i learned a lot about organizational hierarchies and interpersonal relationships in the workplace and what ineffective people management looks like. i know i already did a version of this journaling a few months ago when i decided i HAD to get out of this job, but i want to do a slightly updated/final version just to mark this point of closure & to think about the specific concrete things i want to apply to future workplaces. so here we go!

things i want to take with me:

for the love of godddd jes don’t ever take your work frustrations out on people who are less powerful than you, no matter how stressed you are or how much pressure you’re under. if you are coming into a meeting hot and you can’t manage your own emotions, you need to take five, breathe, and get your shit together so you can transition into the next meeting without letting all your negative overwhelmed emotions avalanche onto everyone else who’s just sitting there nervously trying to figure out if they’re in trouble or if there’s something they should be doing to make you less mad. it wasn’t like my bosses were MEAN or anything! i just feel like people aren’t always good at recognizing when they’re super stressed and that makes it hard for them to self-regulate or self-soothe, which means bad feelings start leaking everywhere and you get this awful free-floating miasma of anxiety/tension that is very difficult to dispel.  

don’t talk to your employees negatively about your other employees. i am just going to make this a categorical rule for myself in all situations, not just with people i’m supervising but also with students and coworkers and bosses. if i would feel uncomfortable with that person overhearing what i’m saying, i shouldn’t be saying it to someone else. i can write about it in my little diary if i need to process it lol but like... just keep that kind of gossipy venting talk out of the workplace. it damages trust!!! i feel like often our bosses would be venting to us about another employee or team, and it was always framed as “well YOU understand why this is so maddening, YOU aren’t like this” but how can you really trust that? i feel like the message it sends is: ‘you’re in my good graces now, but if you ever make a mistake that annoys me, I will have no qualms about venting to your colleagues about how incompetent you are at your job.’ it just creates suuuuch bad vibes and i think can really lead to certain people (cough my l**d) trying frantically to curry favor with the boss & being quick to throw others under the bus to avoid being the target of that derision. i just really really think there is no room in relationships of any kind, professional or otherwise, for derision or contempt, even if you are not aiming it directly at the other person.

respect people’s time. treat other people’s time as exactly as valuable as your own no matter what rung on the power hierarchy they occupy. this drove me absolutely fucking NUTS in this job. my lead was constantly changing meeting times five minutes before they started without telling me or showing up to meetings 5-10 min late without giving me a heads up that she was running late. obviously stuff comes up now and then and that’s fine! but people deserve to have a reasonably predictable schedule and if things need to be shifted around they deserve to be consulted in that decision. i feel like, again, the underlying theme of all of this stuff is just... think about the implicit message you are sending. because every time she fucked with my schedule like that, the message was: ‘my time is more valuable than yours. my priorities, my projects, my workload, my preferences for what the workday looks like are all far more important than yours. and when i am changing things around to suit my needs, you don’t even register as important enough to me for me to reach out and notify you of the change. it is YOUR job to be attuned always to my changing needs & desires and to adjust your own expectations or preferences to suit mine.’ phew i’m getting heated again just thinking about it!!!! 

do not, ever, under any circumstances, claim other people’s work as your own. just don’t fucking do it, not even if it seems easier or more convenient to elide their contributions into a general “we” or whatever. attribute ideas to the people who came up with the ideas. recognize and name the work people do!!! this is ESPECIALLY important when they have less power or clout than you!!!!!

my dad has said this to me a lot but i feel like i didn’t really fully get it until this job... he said that when you are managing people, part of your job is to help develop the person you’re managing so that one day they can leave that job and move up to a bigger job with more responsibility. you’re managing personalities and performance to ensure that the work gets done at a certain standard, but you’re also holding someone’s longer professional trajectory in your mind and actively asking yourself: how can i help this person develop and grow? what are their areas of strength and weakness? how can i give them opportunities to publicly shine where they’re already strong, as well as projects that will really challenge them to develop skills they’re lacking? how can i treat each interaction as an opportunity to both gain greater insight into how they think/work/make decisions and to give them thoughtful feedback that will help positively shape their decision-making? i feel like one of the most demoralizing parts of this job was just feeling like nothing i did really mattered, nothing i did was recognized or elicited feedback beyond a cursory “that was great, thanks,” and no one spared a single thought to what my future in the organization might look like (much less felt like they had any role to play in shaping that future). i saw so many smart, capable people leave the organization over the course of nine months and i feel like the organizational attitude was just indifference... like it just felt like nobody cared about a good person leaving because anyone in the org could be replaced at any time and each new person who came in would be pretty much interchangeable with the person who’d left. which to me is so different than an attitude that is like, “i recognize that you are smart and competent, and because of that i believe (and actively hope!) that you will eventually outgrow this role and be ready to move onwards and upwards into a bigger role with more responsibility. but part of my role is to help you get the most out of this role, both for the organization’s benefit and so that you can be really, really well-equipped to take that next step in your career when it’s time.” idk man! like obviously the latter approach takes a lot more care and thoughtfulness and curiosity about the inner lives of your fellow human beings! but I suspect the payoff is actually worth it!

fuck gallup strengths lol. fuck it forever. it does have some limited utility as an initial tool for assessing people’s values & work styles, but after that it just becomes empty meaningless corporate buzzwords that become a lazy shorthand for the harder work of actually building a meaningful relationships with people so you can understand how they see the world. and get OUT of here with that noise about how you should never focus on your weaknesses. the best, most useful, most meaningful work I’ve ever done in my life has emerged out of a commitment to really looking at my weaknesses and working hard to develop those areas where I’m not as naturally or instinctively strong.

LASTLY: if i am in a position of power over someone, i can and should be friendly towards them, but i am not their friend! they do NOT see me as their friend. they are not going to speak to me with the same openness and honesty as a peer. they are not going to naturally feel comfortable bringing issues or concerns to me the way someone at my own level might, and that is true no matter how smiley and upbeat i am in conversation with them. i might feel like i’m just the same friendly approachable person i always was, but people see you differently when you are in a position of power over them and they are going to interact with you in more guarded ways. i am going to have to assume that people are not being fully honest with me - not that they’re lying to me or deceiving me in some way, just that they are in a more vulnerable position and have to use a different calculus in deciding how to frame things or when to bring concerns to me. (this is ESPECIALLY true if i am inviting people to share feedback or concerns that might be critical of the way i’m approaching a project.) i want to remember that if i really want people to be more open with me, i have to PUT IN THE WORK of demonstrating that i am a person who is worthy of that trust, ie someone who will listen attentively and ask thoughtful questions in an attempt to understand, then respond to the concerns raised without retaliating or punishing anyone or nursing weird little grudges against the person who brought them to me. earning trust happens slowly over time, as you give people the chance to observe you repeatedly and consistently behaving in fair, transparent, non-vindictive ways across a wide range of situations. ugh if i take only one thing away from this job let it be this!!!! being nice is not the same as being worthy of trust. and it can feel EXTREMELY gross and disempowering to be caught in a professional power dynamic where the more powerful person acts/talks in a way that seems soooo “nice” and smiley on the surface, then repeatedly reveals that they have zero qualms about fucking you over in big and small ways the second it’s politically convenient for them to do so.

[alexisherself]

The Cat and the Fox

Chapter 3: Flower of Death

Summary: Solikha and Enver go over details for their raid to steal the crown and tensions rise. General Dark Urge violence.

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Solikha stood outside in Bloomridge Park, waiting for Enver to show up, as it poured over Baldur’s Gate. It was something she could never pinpoint, rain brought her a quiet joy, unlike that of the euphoria of blood or the dead. It was the only time she felt clean, her head clear as the smells of the trees and grass filled her. A tiny piece of sanity, clarity and calm that inevitably left a sickening guilt in her gut. What business did a wretchedly disgusting creature like herself feel a moment of calm? Still she pondered the reason why the rain would make her feel this way. Was it something about a time before her Father claimed her life and called to her? Panic rose at that thought, this was who she was meant to be, who she was created to be. Picking at her the skin around her nails she watched the blood pool and disappear as she let rain wash over her fingers.

Where was he? Solikha preferred to be the last one to arrive and Enver was prompt every other time they had met since their first encounter. She scanned the park again from the far platform she had cozied up in looking for him. Finally she spotted him walking up towards her, though he had yet to notice her. She blended into the foliage as he approached, still not noticing her presence and watched while he looked for her. A smirk came to her lips as she approached him slowly, quietly, the noise of the rain helping her sneak up on him. How easy it would be to simply drive her blade into his back. Her hand twitched over her dagger for a moment before she got up to him.

“You’re late Enver.” Solikha whispered in his ear and much to her delight he flinched ever so slightly. How much she loved to crack his facade, to see the fear flash in his dark eyes. He should fear her and she needed to remind him that.

“Yes apologies,” he said not acknowledging she snuck up on him nor that he was for a moment freaked out about it. “Going over the plans with Helsik took a bit longer than I expected.”

Enver had been in contact with a Diabolist to plan a way into Cania. Why he knew so much about the crown and its whereabouts was not something he told Solikha and she didn’t pry. They weren’t friends persay, more like coworkers, and he owed her no explanations on why he knew so much about the Hells. Though she found herself curious nonetheless, she would have to do some research on her own time later. The plan was perfect though, truly diabolical. Her heart fluttered at the scale of massacre she’d have at her fingertips. The dreams that have been her life since that fateful day Bhaal came to her so close to coming to fruition.

“You’re staring in space again, it’s unnerving at best.” Enver looked at her, slightly annoyed. “Also you look like a wet cat, let’s take this back to my tower. We can further discuss logistics there and not be sopping wet.”

“I quite like the rain, to be honest.” Solikha stared up at the dark clouds and let the rain wash over her face. Dark fabric disturbed her view and she noticed Enver had put his umbrella over them both.

“I know you’re a deranged lunatic but everyone here has yet to figure that out.” He said with a twinge of humor…was it humor? She tried to search for a smile, smirk or something in his eyes but his steely composure remained.

She nodded as she allowed Enver to lead the way even though she knew exactly how to get there. People greeted him as they walked by, some nervously and others more enthusiastically. The world he inhabited perplexed her, though she had no reasons to understand it. Being a Bhaalspawn she had no need for silly power plays in that way. It was kill or be killed in the literal sense and Solikha deserved her spot as her Father’s Chosen despite how badly others like Orin wanted it.

As they made their way into Enver’s room he directed her to take off her cloak and armor in the foyer. “I don’t know how long you stood out there but I’d rather not have puddles all around.”

Solikha hesitated after removing her cloak. It’s not that she was nervous he would do anything nefarious to her, they’ve established the need for each other so this plan could succeed. Her armor was her second skin and without it she may as well be naked. After too long of a pause she finally started to undo her half plate and pants leaving her just in her plain white shirt and trousers. She caught Enver staring at her from the corner of her eye and something fluttered in her stomach. It was different from the Urge and nothing she had felt before.

“Well then, now we can start. Come sit, I’ll get us a bottle and pack a pipe.” Enver said motioning to the table that has now become the birthplace of their invasion plane of the Sword Coast. Solikha took a seat and looked around the room. It was gawdy to say the least, everything was overly ornate and expensive looking. Busts of other high profile Lords and Dukes were in the foyer, books and artifacts displayed all over the walls. Gold filigree illuminated every piece of fabric in sight and his bed had more pillows than one person could even need.

“So I have acquired some maps of Mephistopheles’s archives through a connection in Avernus. This should help us access where best to conjure the portal for the optimal entrance and exit.” Enver said as he brought the wine, glasses and pipe over. He himself had switched into a black robe with gold stitching. What was different about tonight? Everything seemed off, even the air between them felt thinner.

Outside of Orin, Enver was the person she’d spent the most time with. While Orin enjoyed her crew of doppelgängers, Solikha preferred to work alone. She was never close to anyone for too long. It only ended one way eventually so better to keep people at an arms distance. In the end he’d have to die, everyone would including herself, why bother with attachments, whatever form they may take.

But sitting here now this feeling sat sickly in her stomach. It wasn’t just arousal, it’s not like she was some virgin. A handful of living people have made it to the point of no return with her in that way. Every single one dead by the fourth time, sometimes even the first. No, the feeling that was writhing in her was that of fear. Fear of hurting him, killing him too soon, of losing his company. In fact she didn’t really want him to die at all. Again not an uncommon occurrence, there was Orin who she didn’t exactly feel the need to murder but this was different. Solikha shifted uncomfortably in her seat and listened to Enver talk about what options they had.

“I think we should approach from this south point here, there is low visibility despite being heavily guarded.” She said as nonchalantly as possible. “Lots of crags and structures to hide and the closest window to the archives is right there.”

Enver looked at her eyes glinting with admiration and she continued. “I’ve got some spells that will aid us too but we will probably want some invisibility scrolls or potions for you. You’re not exactly stealthy with all the peacocking around.”

He laughed so hard it sounded off the walls. “Well of course no one is better at sulking around and blending into a crowd. We both have our strengths though.” Enver’s eyes caught hers for a second and she looked away back at the map.

“We’re really going to do this, aren’t we?” Solikha said changing the subject from their playful ribbing of each other. “The plan is brilliant, Enver. I can see why Father had me seek you out.”

“We are brilliant Solikha.” His gaze was a dagger cutting into her soul, ripping apart her insides and opening a part of her she thought was long gone.

The movement of his body was sudden and without a thought her dagger was out and under Enver’s chin. He was so close to her, closer than they’ve ever been to each other. He had smokepowder just under his left eye and smelled of tobacco and wine. Both his hands were on the arms of her chair caging her in but not in a way that was threatening to her. It was an intensity that elated her. Only a single movement and his throat could be slit perfectly as she watched the life slip from his eyes. His body would slump onto hers, bleeding onto her white shirt, how beautiful it would look. How wonderful it would feel to be bathed in his blood.

“You’re too close Enver or do you have a death wish?” A smirk grew across her face and their noses almost touching.

“You’re not going to kill me.” Enver’s voice didn’t give anything away if he was unsure of his statement. “I meant what I said. We are brilliant. Together we can rule over this brain, over the world. Together we can become gods in our own right.”

So sure of himself. She couldn’t believe his audacity to think he would be immune from the wrath she’d bring upon the world in her Father’s name. But a small voice in the back of her head wondering what if they didn’t need Bhaal. When the thought crossed her mind her blade pressed into the skin of his neck. Enver started to bleed but he continued to stare into her, waiting for her response. The Urge screamed inside, rattling in its cage wanting so badly to slice and stick and smear. Orin laughed in the back of her mind as the guilt of even the brief thought of forsaking her Father sent her over the edge.

“What exactly are you suggesting?” Solikha spat the words at him as if they were poison, not wanting to give away her brief thoughts of removing herself from Bhaal’s grasp. It wouldn’t be the first time a Bhaalspawn attempted to dethrone their Father, but they all have failed.

“Your genius and talents would be wasted on bringing upon an endless oblivion. I know the deal with you Bhaalists. What you believe.” Enver smiled moving his hand to the wrist of her knife hand. “Think of what I offer, what we could do together.”

His hand gripped her wrist moving the dagger down from his neck. She allowed it, chewing on his words as they rotted her insides. A different urge was fighting the Urge to flay him right here in his home. The new urge was one of lust, she wanted him to kiss her and she knew he wanted to as well. She didn’t dare make the first move, to do so would be to admit defeat. Instead she remained seated with both his hands on her wrists now as he still stared at her.

“Flower of death.” He whispered now in her ear.

“Excuse me?” Confused she turned her head to look at him.

“Your name, Solikha. It means Flower of Death, or well Salvation. The translations are a bit muddled.” He let go of her left wrist moving his hand to her face. “Atop a mountain of corpses was a large black flower with a dew so sickly sweet. Many people sought out the flower since it was told to possess the power to grant wishes.” His hand now cradled her chin. His touch was light as a feather and sent electricity through her nerves. Why was he doing this? What was his play here?

“In truth it did not and if you were to ask it in false the sweet dew would fill your lungs and poison you, leaving your body to become part of the mountain.”

“And what exactly are you trying to achieve? You’ve admitted as much that the end for you will be death.” She said it like a promise. It was fated from their first meeting that she would be the death of him.

“Well it is said if you come to the flower with true intentions, unabashed in your desires then the path of enlightenment is revealed.” Enver still kept his hand on her chin, observing her in a way she could only imagine he’d done with all his other exploits.

Of course he knew the meaning of her name, it was as wretched as herself and telling of her destiny. She wondered if her adopted family knew what they named their wayward little Bhaalspawn. Did they think about it when she slaughtered them? The thought bloomed a disgusted heat in her core. How exactly could she turn this around and keep the upper hand. Being drawn to him was something she couldn’t deny any further and maybe he felt the same for whatever reason. Their destinies were to destroy and be destroyed, so why not have a little fun in the meantime.

“Well if you think your intentions are true Banite, what are you waiting for? If you want it, take it.” The words were syrupy sweet as she said them, not breaking eye contact.

Her words broke whatever resolve he might have had left. His hand moved to her throat, squeezing hard enough to make her head throb in ecstasy.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” His words slurred slightly, maybe from the wine or just drunk of the tension they’ve built around themselves.

“Maybe, maybe not. Guess you’ll have to see, will I be your enlightenment or your death?” She barely finished speaking as he slammed his face into hers. There was no tenderness in this, just pure hunger and lust. Solikha felt her insides churn with delight and disgust as the grip on her neck disappeared and his hand moved to the back of her head grabbing a handful of her hair.

A clang rang out in the room as her dagger dropped to the floor.

[wormeatworm]

3-8-23

Work is so awkward and tense and painful atm, two of our coworkers are fighting and one is this beautiful amazing woman whomst I love, and the other is just being so unbelievably abusive to her and I feel so horrible :(( I hate that I’m not allowed to talk to anyone about it and they’re not allowed to either :(

I had to take my septum piercing out because I had to get an MRI for my silly dizzy brain, so now I’m wearing a clear acrylic ring and it’s so dumb🤬 how can anyone know I’m super queer if they can’t see my septum??? It’s barely there like I’m trying to hide it😭 and I can’t put my OG ring in because we uhhhh, destroyed it,,, trying to get it out😅 I have -$22 in my bank account because I had to pay $460 to find out that my cat has no liver or kidney problems (which is amazing, but like,,,, $500 to find that out is very painful😅). I was finally ahead on finances and now I’m back behind🥲 I’m so tired I feel like there’s nothing left. I don’t know how I’m meant to get ahead when there’s ALWAYS something. And I have to buy special food for her now that’s like $80, which I’m so happy she’s getting that fiber and will hopefully feel better, but jfc I don’t have another $80 a month to spend on her, we already pay like $45 a month for her meds, which means my baby costs at LEAST $120 a month before any litter or anything🥲 I love her so endlessly and I’d do anything for her, it’s just,,, overwhelming because money is a huge trigger for my depression and anxiety.

I finally confronted Kell about being assaulted and no one believing me or caring, and I haven’t read her message yet, I think she was nice about stuff, I’m just so anxious about it. I hate hurting people and I hate being mean and I don’t think it was mean or uncalled for, I just wish things had gone differently in the first place so I wouldn’t have to create conflict :/ (I know it’s not creating conflict, HE created the conflict by assaulting me and that’s not my fault)

My therapist pushed me to do it and I scheduled my text for today, and sent it at like 9:30am because I got so anxious that I just had to do it. I’m really glad I did, I’m just still very anxious about it. Once again very grateful I carry my Ativan around with me just in case.

I have been meditating today at work to raise my vibes as high as I possibly can to combat the shit vibes at work today. After work will be so good though and we will make it a good day,

Anyways I haven’t been around for far too long and I need to start keeping better record of my life. It’s so much better than it ever has been but I feel that I’m always complaining. Problems continue but they seem to get smaller as I grow as a person. A year ago even a small problem would be taller than a tree but now I feel like they’d be a stick to me. I know now how to gingerly hold a conflict and breathe life back into the tension so it can be resolved. I prefer talking to avoiding now, and feel a lot of cognitive dissonance from not addressing conflict quickly. I feel like that’s really really good and I’m so grateful to have made so much progress. Even being tense all the time, I check in with my body constantly (like once every five minutes on average, yes I did the math) so I will un-tense pretty frequently and I feel that it’s been really helpful to managing my emotions, because my body isn’t feeling like it’s going to explode constantly. The other day in therapy, I did a 7-month progress report and I am??? So proud of my results? They are almost ALL significantly better and I’m deadass gonna post it in this thread. (Self esteem, 10 is terrible and 0 is great)

We also know where we’re probably going to get married, I have a good idea of what I want to look like, and I’m just, life is good and things work out, especially when you’re trying so, so hard.

Anyways I love you, future Worm, I see you trying and it’s paying off I promise

[kawaiianimeredhead]

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[emiewritesthings]

jealousy, jealousy ✩ jay halstead

summary: in which it takes an impromptu hospital visit for jay to realise what he so nearly lost.

warnings: swearing, drink getting spiked, angst bby, also hailey slander that i do not mean oops :(

requested?: yess 

I’m so glad you’re back, I’ve missed your writing! can I request one where reader and jay are dating and they have a big fight right before they go out to a party or something. Then while you’re out there’s lots of tension and you’re avoiding each other but your drink gets spiked. And one of your friends noticed you’re not ok and tells jay and he helps you and takes you to med and apologises for not looking out for you

a/n: ur gonna make me cry thank u for ur request and kind words <3

Contrary to what her mother used to tell people, Y/n Y/l/n didn’t like fighting with those she loved. In fact, she’d go as far as to say that she tried to avoid confrontation at all costs, sickened by the way she’d feel after an argument or the feeling that the bond with someone she cared about was at jeopardy over uncommunicated words and a raised voice. That’s why, when she had sensed something off with Jay she had not shied away from questioning him about it.

“Have I done something wrong?” Crawling closer to her boyfriend that had been lying on the bed watching her get ready in menacing silence for the last 30 minutes. Y/n’s chin rested on his bare chest, watching keenly to observe the beauty that rested in his face. The offer of her small smile on her pink stained lips was not reciprocated as it commonly was on a day to day basis. Instead his lips stayed in a straight line, eyes full of fire that Y/n convinced herself wasn’t meant to scorch her, but the longer the silence continued the more doubts she carried.

“I don’t know, have you?” His voice was accusingly stern. Fuck, she thought coming around to the reality that she was most likely approaching an argument with the only man who had ever loved her wholeheartedly. It wasn’t like they hadn’t argued before, but something told her that this wasn’t one of the occasions that what was about to follow would be dissolved by the time they left the house.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Pushing herself up, she kneeled beside him, slightly wounded by the tone he’d chosen to use so casually. The distance that had been created between them physically felt like it was growing with every pause and sharp glare.

“Yesterday I went to find you during my lunch break. Thought we could go to that sushi place you like, but instead I got downstairs and Trudy tells me you’ve already gone to eat with Carter.” With a swipe of her eyes over his face, Y/n felt stupid for not having seen it before. The way his eyebrows twitched down, eyes greener than usual and a frown that didn’t resemble sadness, but frustration. Was he… jealous?

Idiotically, she had gotten so caught up in the ridiculous idea that Jay was envious of Carter, a snort of laughter exhaled from her nose. Carter and Y/n had known each other way before the woman had met her boyfriend. They’d gone to high school together, before both attending the academy. It felt like fate that the pair had then been partnered up, but that’s where their connection ended. If their relationship was to be more than something would have happened way back when. It wasn’t like Jay didn’t know this, they had met on multiple occasions with her partner labelling her good friend as a ‘good guy’. Oh how the tables had turned.

“This is funny, is it?” Jay fumed, unable to believe that she could even find an ounce of this situation humorous. His teeth grinded against each other, hands fisting at the  sheets beneath him, his frustration not depleting.

“Kind of, yeah.” Realising that there was no room for jokes, Y/n felt her face harden. She couldn’t believe the first conversation she was having with her boyfriend on a Saturday evening was about her coworker that was suddenly a threat to the man she assured everyday she loved more than anything. It felt like she was trapped in some kind of sand timer. With each second the conversation continued, an ounce of tension filled the bedroom and would continue to do so until Y/n was completely paralysed by the atmosphere created. “Baby, he's my partner, I think you’re overreacting a little?”

“Overreacting? Y/n he’s everywhere!” The anger that had been bubbling in his chest started overflowing into his words, each syllable leaving his lips like a strategically fired bullet. “I mean you guys literally have no boundaries. Like last week I came downstairs to find him sitting besides you at the table eating our fruit loops. And at work he’s glued to your side quite literally, I saw him waiting outside the women’s toilets for you. Then when we finally get some time to relax at Molly’s, alone, he’s always at our table with a drink he’s ordered only for you. Not to mention his eyes are always on your ass, like the sick little perv he is.”

“Jay!” Y/n objects, shaking her head at the out of order comment. She realised he was pissed off, but Carter had not done anything wrong. Sure he enjoyed spending time with her, but she really didn’t think Jay could speak considering his relationship with his current and old partner.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Y/n. The guy is clearly in love with you and you are fucking blind if you can’t see that!” Throwing his arms in the air, Y/n couldn’t listen to anymore of the rant she’d accidentally released when asking what she thought was a simple question. Really she was only expecting a ‘yes’ or ‘no’, yet here she was. Pushing herself away from the bed, she stormed back and forth at the end of the bed before distracting herself with covering her lashes with some mascara.

“I don’t want to talk to you when you are like this.” Mumbling not wanting to poke herself in the eye, she avoided where Jay was staring back at her in the mirror. She knew that her talk with Jay wasn’t heading anywhere productive, there was no way of reasoning with him when so much pent up anger was dictating his mood and words. Hopefully he would be back to normal, or at least semi back to normal, by the time they had to leave for Georgia’s party in approximately 10 minutes. Jay hadn’t been too keen to go, knowing the people Y/n’s friends surrounded herself with weren’t the greatest, but Y/n had insisted and managed to twist his arm.

Though right now, Y/n couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do less.

“Why? ‘Cause you know I’m right. I’m not hearing you deny it!”

“Are you kidding me?” And she was off. Jay had put too much pressure on the neck of the bottle that had been containing her irritation, resulting in the cork to pop out and her composure to break down replaced with a stream of suppressed thoughts. “I am sorry if my professional partnership with Carter is threatening you, but the way you are acting right now is not okay. You never see me questioning your relationship with Hailey or back when you were with Erin. So what? I get along with Carter, he’s my friend, Jay.”

“You might want to tell him that, because I don’t think you’ve made that clear.” The make up bag in her hand fell to the floor when the mumble became audible to her ears. Their eyes now collaborating in a painful staring contest, each as angered as the other.

“So now this is all my fault?” Unbelievable, she thought. He had the nerve to question her loyalty? Her faithfulness? “Because I’m the one that let my partner kiss me aren’t I? Oh wait…” In hindsight she may have pushed too far, but in the moment she felt no guilt, keeping her head held high as Jay sat up, an uncomfortable expression on his face.

“I told you that was a mistake… Hailey didn’t know I was in a relationship and-.” His justification wasn’t needed, she’d heard it before both by the mouth of her boyfriend and his partner. She’d agreed to forgive them both, but it wasn’t something she could easily forget. “Why are you making this about me and Hailey? This is about Carter and you!”

“Of course it is, because I’m the one with the villainous partner. God forbid the perfect little Hailey did something wrong, huh?” Grabbing her things once again and returning them to the dresser, Y/n didn’t look at the expression on his face, set on getting the hell out of there. She utterly despised the atmosphere breeding in their home.

“Why are you so threatened by her?” The question felt like a slap in the face, and for a moment Y/n started feeling a deep pain in her chest. With her back facing Jay, her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath trying to stay under control and not overpowered by her emotions.

“Oh please, threatened? Absolutely not. But if you want to talk about partnerships without boundaries, I think you need to look at your own before you start accusing others. Like for starters, why did you give her a key to our place without asking me? And why have every single one of our dates in the last month been interrupted by a call from her with paperwork that could definitely wait until the morning. Lest we forget the time she got wasted 30 minutes into my birthday party and insisted you and only you took her home only for you to not come back the entire night.”

The longer she went on, the more foolish she felt. Y/n had spouted off things she had shrugged off and kept restrained in the back of her mind for months. It wasn’t that she disliked her Hailey, in fact she wouldn’t put past them having been good friends had everything not played out the way it had. Maybe she was blind in seeing the ways Carter had gotten in between her and Jay, but she hadn’t missed the way the blonde had wormed her way in the midst of her relationship.

“I’ll meet you outside,” She announced, feeling her need to continue arguing growing insignificant. Each of them felt the punches of the other’s words against their hearts, but both were far too stubborn to face the damage they had done.

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No words were exchanged between the couple from the moment they got in the cab to when they passed the threshold of the club. Y/n couldn’t help but feel strange not having her hand secured in Jay’s grasp. It felt second nature, and now the feeling of their fingers not being intertwined felt stranger than them being in such a way.

“IF IT ISN’T MY FAVOURITE COUPLE!” The yell that admitted Georgia’s mouth challenged the volume at which the repetitive lyrics were being churned out of the speaker. The woman, who was sporting a plastic tiara and birthday sash didn’t waste time, pulling Y/n and Jay into her embrace. ‘I’M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT. BUT I HAVE TO SAY, Y/N, I SPECIFICALLY SAID NO ONE COULD LOOK HOTTER THAN ME ON MY BIRTHDAY AND YET HERE YOU ARE.” Soon her hand was slapping Y/n’s butt, sending a small yelp to slip from her lips.

“I’m getting a drink.” Jay mumbled, though he was gone before either woman could process what he’d said. Frowning, Y/n watched as he walked away, wishing she could start the entire day over again. She didn’t regret what she had said, she meant every word. Though it hadn’t been how she planned on getting the truth out of Jay, or sharing how she felt about the past.

“DON’T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY,” Georgia was cut off by her burp that had her giggling for a good 5 seconds afterwards. “BUT YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD DO WITH A GOOD DANCE AND I THINK I HEAR OUR SONG STARTING TO PLAYYY!” It was a complete lie, both of them knew that. They didn’t have a song, but that wouldn’t stop the mighty but miniature Georgia Russo.

Gripping her friend's hand, Y/n was being led into the lion’s den with just an intoxicated 5ft woman to defend her. The heat emitting off the bodies around them was a little gross, but as Y/n’s hips began moving, the disgust was forgotten and she fell into an addictive rhythm. It had been so long since she had gone into a club that didn’t have to do with a call of a disruptive or aggressive drunk club goer, oh how she’d missed the feeling.

Song after song passed, until Y/n’s eyes came to focus on her surroundings to find Georgia was grinding on some tattooed, half naked man whilst a brunette that was indeed not Jay had found himself behind her. As they moved her attention should have been on her new found dance partner, though all she could find herself looking at was the green eyes that studied her from one of the surrounding booths.

His tongue was trapped between his teeth. Closed fists resting on the table with a few empty glasses surrounding him, though there was no one around him to blame the missing alcohol on. He watched the way the man’s hands hovered over her waist, having been given direct instructions that he could not touch what was not his. She may have been pissed at Jay and wanting nothing more than to forget his existence but she had enough respect not to feed into the thoughts that plagued his mind.

“Hey,” The man called out, as the song fizzled into the next. Y/n’s head turned away from Jay to peer over her shoulder at the sweaty individual. “You want to get a drink, I think I’m about to pass out?” Hesitating, not wanting to leave Georgia with someone neither of them knew, the stranger didn’t give her time to think, placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her towards the bar.

Sat side by side on the bar stool, Y/n placed her phone on the counter top, as the man besides her ordered for them. Realising she had already been in the club for nearly two hours, she was about to go grab it again when it was suddenly elbowed onto the floor.

“Oh, shit!” Y/n immediately hopped off her stool to save what she hoped wasn’t a broken phone, sighing in relief when she saw only the smallest of scratches on her already wrecked screen protector. “I’m so sorry, I’m so clumsy.” Running a hand through his hair, something felt off to the off duty officer though she couldn’t put her finger on it. Glancing back around to look for Jay, she had hoped he may have picked up on a similar vibe with the man, though thinking about it she was sure she couldn’t talk to her boyfriend about the man she’d been dancing with all night.

When she was facing the front, she realised sweaty stranger man (she really wished she’d asked him his name) had his glass in hand and was gesturing towards her. Picking it up, she didn’t even have time to peer into the glass to see what she was drinking, before he’d necked his.

“Go on, try to get it down in one!” he cheered on, slapping the bartop a couple of times in hopes it would encourage her.

“Is it supposed to look like this?” It was murky, like it had been discoloured somehow. Though Y/n couldn’t see anything. The man insisted it was fine, and with too much trust the liquid had disappeared down her throat moments later, face wrinkling in disgust when the taste kicked in. “Okay, you have shite taste in drinks.” Laughter surrounded her, the sound echoing strangely in her mind.

“Another?”

“Uh, go on then.”

It had only been a couple drinks, with minimal chatter between. Y/n had no intentions of ever knowing the man besides her. He didn’t share the same depths as Jay, nor could he ever compare to the way he looked so naturally handsome no matter what he was doing. Whoever this man was he was not and never would be her Jay.

“Come on, princess, one more dance?” His voice had become distorted, as his hand rested once again on her shoulder, though she couldn’t feel it. Waves of unfamiliarity washed upon her body, as if something foriegn was invading her nerves in an attempt to shut her down.

“U-uh, no, no I don’t think so.” Pushing herself to her feet, the feeling only got worse. Her hands gripping the stool, wondering how two drinks had hit her so hard. She was sure the man was calling out for her to come back, though she had become dead set on getting air.

Her head was in a bubble, her vision deteriorating with each step she took. Her ears felt like they had been clogged with water, her head becoming far too heavy for her to carry on her neck. What was wrong with her? She managed to get herself outside, feeling the cool breath wrap its arms around her and hold her tightly.

“Y-Y/n?” Georgia, she thought. However by the time she heard her voice her vision was completely gone all together, body doubled over with all fours on the cobbled back alley. Never had anyone seen a birthday girl, that had been drinking since 3pm, sober up so quickly until Georgia saw the state of one of her dearest friends. “What have you taken? Have you drank too much?”

“J-Jay, I want Jay.”

“Y/n, what have you taken?”

With no response, the panic started to spread when people noticed that Y/n was unresponsive, now laying in Georgia’s lap. Slapping her hand lightly against Y/n’s cheek, there were a few light groans until utter silence. The artificial blonde glanced up at the man she’d come out to join for a cigarette.

“Stay here with her, I’ll be back in a second.” The man, a little traumatised at the sight, nodded absentmindedly. Georgia strode quickly back into the club, pushing through crowds of people until she spotted the man feeling sorry for himself alone at a table for 6. “Jay, Jay, Jay.” She breathed out in a rushed breath.

“Not now Georgia.” He groaned into his beer, feeling it not even plaster over the cracks that came with a broken heart. The more beers he went through, the more he’d hoped he would feel confident about what he had said to his one true love. Yet all he felt was a sickening sense of guilt and shame for scaring off the only person he could ever want into the arms of someone else.

“I’m not messing with you right now, Jay. It’s Y/n.” No more needed to be said for Jay to rush to his feet, pushing aside the feeling of the booze hitting. Hearing the frightened tone of a girl he’d once compared to the effects of cocaine made him feel like he’d not even touched a drop of the stuff.

“Where?” Georgia nodded her head, a little baffled at what had happened. Leading the man out of the club, she stopped before she got to the girl that was leant against the wall, head lulling back with no sign of consciousness. Jay’s eyes broke out into tears as he dived to hold her close to him, his hands caressing her cold cheeks that he loved to peck when she expected it least. Sometimes he’d do it purposefully at work just to see her embarrassed as Platt yelled some insult or her colleagues whispered. But never had she asked him to stop.

“Who’s got a car? I need to borrow someone’s car!” he yelled, knowing that there was no use calling an ambulance who wouldn’t get here as fast as he’d arrive at med. The man next to Georgia gingerly raised his hand as the girl beside him grabbed the keys from his pocket and followed Jay who’d peeled his girlfriend from the floor and into his arms. “It’s gonna be alright, Baby. I got you.”

“Is it safe for you to drive?”

“Well either I drive or you do.” That shut Georgia right up, as Jay placed Y/n in the back seat where her friend sat with Y/n’s head resting in her lap. The drive was so quick, Jay was in utter shock they hadn’t been pulled over. What seems like seconds after pulling away from the club, they were in front of Med.

Holding her close to his chest as he carried her through the doorway, eyes followed him as he stood teary eyed calling for someone to help. For anyone to help. His mind was punished for leaving things with Y/n on such a sour note, what if this was the last time he saw her? He’d made her feel like he didn’t trust her. Like he didn’t love her. How could he ever forgive himself?

“Jay?” Ethan called out as he soon realised a stretcher had been rolled over to him, Dr Choi trying to pry the girl from his grip. Slowly he released his grasp, comfortably placing her onto the mobile bed though he knew she probably had no idea he was even there. “Jay, what happened?”

He had nothing. He didn’t know what he was meant to say. Why hadn’t he been keeping an eye on her? After he saw her heading to the bar with that guy he couldn’t bring himself to see what happened next. He knew that Y/n wasn’t the kind of girl that acting out so irrationally after a fight, but maybe he thought he deserved to feel that kind of pain. Just punishment.

“I think she took something… Or someone put something in her drink. Someone said that they thought they saw some guy put something in her drink when she dropped her phone.” Georgia read from her phone, hoping the information would help cure her sick friend. Just like Jay, she found herself cursing herself out for leaving Y/n with someone she, herself, didn’t know let alone her friend know.

“Okay, we’ll do some tests and let you know. Take a seat, okay?” Patting Jay’s arm, Ethan ran after where his newest patient and fellow friend had been wheeled off to. Whilst Georgia went to make a move towards the waiting room, Jay didn’t budge from where Y/n had been taken from him.

“She’s in good hands, let’s go, okay?” Rubbing his arm in what she hoped was a comforting manner, Jay came round enough to follow Georgia. His mind was still very much concerned with his girlfriend. He had never been a religious man, yet sitting in the stiff hospital chair he found himself praying to whatever was watching over them with some kind of higher power. He begged silently that he’d do better, as long as they didn’t take the one good thing from his side.

--

One moment Y/n could hardly feel anything, and then suddenly she felt everything. Her body felt like one of those punching bags she liked to watch Jay punch whenever they ventured down to the gym on their block. Her limbs were paralysed in pain, along with her head that couldn’t push itself from where it was firmly rested on the pillows.

“Baby? H-hey, baby, you hear me?” Jay, that’s who she needed, Jay. Blinking her eyes open, her hands squeezed around the large, rough one that was clinging onto her with so much love it was almost suffocating.

“Jay-,” suddenly a rush of tears came to flood her beautiful eyes that Jay had missed as they’d been closed for the last six hours. “Jay I was so scared, I don’t know what happened but one minute I was fine and then I was- I don’t know. Oh my, I was so scared, Jay.” His name brought her so much comfort, falling off her tongue and not in a spiteful way. It felt like home wrapping her in a hug so nurturing that she never wanted to go out ever again. The sobs broke the man’s heart, as he stood up and went to immediately remove the tears from cursing her skin with red streaks.

“I know, I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I let this happen,” Y/n’s head snapped in his direction, before it shook. She would never let him feel blame for whatever had happened in the club, she had wanted to get back at him. She wanted to feel like his existence was not needed, though this was the predicament she ended up in when he wasn’t by her side. “No it’s all my fault. If I had spent time actually looking after you instead of caught up in some delusional affair maybe none of this would have happened. I love you, I should be protecting you. I’m so sorry I’ve been such a shitty boyfriend.” Leaning forward to press kiss after kiss around her face, her childish laughter had him smiling as he pressed one longing peck against her lips.

“I’m sorry too,” Y/n croaked, pecking his lips again an addict for the way they made her entire body buzz in a way no drug or drink ever could. “Carter may be my work partner but I never want that getting in the way of our relationship. I don’t want anyone in this entire world other than you and nothing could change that. And I’m sorry for what I said about Hailey, maybe I am a little threatened by her. She is beautiful and I know that your bond is different to ours and any other, I just don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

Bringing her hand up to stroke his cheek, Jay leaned into the touch, eyes flicking closed. Y/n smiled widely, enjoying how much power she had over the man whose heart belonged to her and her’s to him.

“No, you were right. I need to separate my work relationships from my personal ones. I never want you feeling like you are second to anyone because you aren’t. You will be my number one for as long as I’m alive, I promise.” The kiss that followed was much longer than the peck they had started with, a healing one that did what all the booze and dancing couldn’t do. The two souls reunited from where they’d become torn.

“Ah, so it’s true,” the tired voice called from the door, turning to face Georgia that was standing with three coffee cups, Y/n’s lips tipped in a grin. “I heard the ER’s sexiest patient had risen from the dead.” Taking the seat on the opposite side of Jay, who’d returned to his seat with a proud smile. When he went to reach for one of the drinks, assuming at least one was for him, his hand was smacked away and suddenly they  were all consumed by the woman who was fighting a hangover she’d hoped she had sobered up enough to avoid. “Look I get you are still in hero mode, but don’t get cocky, detective.”

Y/n’s eyebrows dropped as she looked between the two.

“Hero mode?” Unsure if she even wanted to know what her friend meant by the comment. Georgia snorted, picking at the chocolate M&Ms she’d produced from her bra.

“Yes, my dear,” She hummed, gesturing towards the patient’s boyfriend, “You should have seen this guy. An absolute unit. He turned into Clark Kent or something when he saw you, driving you here when he really shouldn’t have. I mean I’m sure we nearly died like, i don’t know, five times-.” As Georgia continued to recount the story word for word, the couple glanced at each other with a look that spoke a thousand words. Y/n’s fingers slotted between his, wishing never to go another day without knowing this feeling. Without knowing that she was the luckiest woman in Chicago that could say she had Jay Halstead protecting her at all costs.  

Always.

[safertokiss]

Lost in Translation

A/N: Heyyyyy guys...remember when I used to post like every two weeks? Yeesh that’s awkward...but I’m backkkkk woooooooo party time! I was so excited that my discord buddies organized another fic swap because it was so much fun the first time. This time around I was chosen to write a doozy for the wonderful @writing-in-april and I have decided to bless you all with a beautiful subby boy. Sub Spencer lives in my head rent free, no cap. So sit back, relax and pretend it's you getting fricken railed. Peace out girl scouts;)

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT hehe oh yeah and fluff

Word Count: 4.8k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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For as long as she could remember, Y/n had always wanted to learn Russian.

So, naturally, when she found out that their newest case involved two lovers who also happened to be Russian criminals trying to escape the United States government, she simply couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to become more involved in the investigation. 

It’s not that she’d never been on a stakeout for the Bureau before, in fact she’d probably been on so many at this point that she’d lost count. The only difference that this specific stakeout brought to her life was the fact that it was her first one to have ever been shared with Spencer Reid.

Her and the young doctor had lived in the same apartment building since her first day at the BAU, but their relationship pretty much began and ended at that. Of course they greeted each other whenever they passed in the halls of their building and ricocheted off of each other’s theories whenever necessary during their meetings in the round table room, but it would be a lie to label their relationship as anything other than casual acquaintances as well as amicable coworkers. 

She had never been able to fully get a grasp on the elusive Dr. Reid. The fact that he was already such an integral member of the F.B.I. at the ripe age of 25 astounded and, well to be honest, perplexed her. Not that she doubted his abilities or intelligence in any way, quite the opposite really. She admired how utterly brilliant he proved to be day in and day out, even with the shy exterior he presented himself with to the world. Well, shy was definitely more of an understatement. 

She had never met someone more socially awkward in her entire life, but with that being said, she couldn’t help but find it endearing and pretty dang adorable. Y/n constantly found herself enjoying his pathetic attempts at human interaction on a daily basis. From the nervous stutters to the out of this world hand gestures, there was much for her to dissect about the young doctor. And while she could openly admit that he was quite easy on the eyes, in a boyish-innocent kind of way, she had never really been able to see him in that sort of light.

If she thought his normal social interaction skills were entertaining to witness, his reactions to any of the conversations that took a more raunchy turn were to die for. The speed at which his features would ripen red like a tomato whenever anything of a sexual nature was brought up during cases was truly amazing, impressive even. However, unlike the rest of their team, she knew he wasn’t completely innocent. The walls in their apartment were as good as paper when it came to thickness, so it wasn’t that big surprise that the sounds created within them carried fairly well. 

Or at least that was what she had discovered after the first night she heard him touching himself just through her bedroom wall. 

Yes, it was less than ideal that their bedroom walls just happened to be adjacent to each other, but what could she do about it? It wasn’t as though she never sought out her own pleasure while alone in her apartment...although she would bet money that she was much better at withholding her noises. Instead, she learned to adapt to the sounds from next door and continue on with her life, having accepted that guys will in fact be dudes, no matter how innocent and meek they may appear.

When her boss had explained the nature of the assignment to them, there wasn’t anything of significance that had jumped out at her. It was all pretty standard instruction. They would wait, parked, in a government issued SUV overnight at a location close to the whereabouts of the criminals and simply translate their conversations using the mics that were planted prior. While Hotch knew that Y/n herself couldn’t understand Russian, it was common knowledge that the resident genius easily could transcribe the language.

And that was how she found herself cramped next to Spencer Reid in the stagnant vehicle, pen and paper in hand, patiently waiting for the translations to begin. 

It was almost completely silent inside the car, apart from the quiet whirring of the heat coming through the vents, and she could basically feel the nerves coming off of the man next to her in waves. That’s why she was completely thrown off her game when his timid voice was the first to break through the silence that had encompassed the space they inhabited together.

“So um Y/n..h-how have you been recently?”

She did her best to hide the small smirk that started to form on her face from the stuttering mess that spilled out of his mouth. She definitely didn’t want to make him feel even worse about himself so she decided to humour his adorable attempt at conversation with her...well...sort of.

“Oh ya know Reid, just counting the days until I get some action. How about you?” If she  thought he was sputtering nervously before, that was nothing compared to this treasure.

“Oh um well uh I-I mean...I don-I don’t...uh...w-what was the question a-again?”

This time she couldn’t stop the airy chuckle that escaped her lips as she leaned over and patted him gently on his thigh.

“Relax Reid, I’m just fucking around with you. Well for the most part...I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to some action, but that’s a whole can of worms I am not about to open during a stakeout”, Y/n laughed, not at all missing the steadily spreading blush that coated his sharp features.

“Yeah...no..yeah right of course...I t-totally knew you were just um fu-messing with me! Uh we should probably um r-review our assignment...you know just so we’re all s-set before we start.” How adorable.

“Aye-aye captain Reid. Ok so..”, she muttered while fiddling with the listening device to secure the right frequency. “...we just have to wait until they get back so we’re in range of their conversations. That’s when you’ll have your time to shine and prove yourself as the resident genius once again. And I’m sure that you’re aware that I don’t know a lick of the Russian language so I will be the best damn transcriber for you that the world has ever seen”, she finished with a smirk. 

Even Reid chuckled a bit at her words, the ever-present blush slowly creeping back upon his face and neck. 

“I’ll uh-I’ll hold you to that then.” Y/n had to admit she particularly liked to see the boy smiling, especially when it was the result of her own words. His innocence seemed to call out to her like a siren and she didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Oh-oh there they are! Ok get the pen and paper ready because as soon as they’re in range I’ll start translating.”

Getting themselves situated, they waited the few seconds it took for the couple to get close enough to the vicinity of the SUV for their conversations to begin to be broadcasted through their system.

“Как вы думаете, они идут по нашему следу?”

“Do you think they’re on our trail?”, Spencer easily understands, leaning slightly closer to her so his words were clearly heard.

“Ни за что. У этих глупых американцев нет шансов поймать нас.”

“No way. Those stupid Americans don’t stand a chance at catching us.”

At this point, the couple had already disappeared behind the door at the entrance of their current base, leaving only their words to give the closely listening agents much needed context clues.

“Я когда-нибудь говорил тебе, как сильно мне нравится твоя уверенность?”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your confidence?” 

Even Spencer let himself smile at the chuckle that left Y/n’s lips. “Awww how cute...they’re flirting with each other over mass murder. I strive for that kind of intimacy.”

“Да у тебя есть. Но почему бы тебе не показать мне, насколько тебе это нравится.”

“Yes, you have. But why don’t you show me just how much you love it.”

Uh oh, Y/n thought to herself. Not a second after the untimely thought permeated her brain, the sounds of wet lips sloppily colliding against each other filled the otherwise silent vehicle. After the few seconds of shock wore off, their heads whipped to face each other, eyes wide and mouths wide open. “Huh...well this was certainly an unexpected turn.”

“I uh um-uh well w-what do we do now?”, Tomato Boy nervously sputtered out over the chorus of moans and groans that were currently bouncing off the SUV’s walls. As unexpected as the present situation was, she was absolutely eating up his reaction to the crude sounds.

“Well, Hotch did say he wanted us to take down every single word that was shared between them so...I guess we’re just gonna have to keep moving forward with the translations. You can do that, can’t you Reid?”, she explained, not even attempting to hide the growing smirk on her face.

“Yeah! Yes! Mhmm I can do that, I c-can definitely do t-that.”, he gushed, trying to subtly clear his throat to clear the steadily growing tension in his body.

“Good to hear, Doc.”, she cheekily replied just as the raunchy sounds echoing through the system transitioned to different methods of communication, more legible ones.

“Ты была для меня такой хорошей девочкой. Я думаю, ты заслуживаешь награды.”

Quickly clearing his throat once more, he jumped back into action, with what Y/n noticed was considerably less confidence than before. “You’ve b-been such a good g-girl for me. I think you deserve a r-reward.” Spencer’s voice had noticeably dropped to a whisper by the end of the sentence, forcing Y/n to lean closer to be able to hear his translations, only magnifying the already present tension in the air. 

“Пожалуйста, папа, я сделаю что угодно.”

“P-please daddy.” His voice broke at the end igniting something deep inside Y/n’s being. “I’ll do anything.” In that moment she truly believed he would do anything, his own words or not, based on the obvious strain in his pants that her eyes glanced over, and also by the way his skin completely succumbed to goosebumps as her warm breath caressed the shell of his ear. She didn’t really know what the hell was happening, why her body was absolutely loving the way he gradually leaned into her’s, submitting all of his vulnerabilities into her hands. 

“Тебе это нравится, не так ли, маленькая шлюшка. Как член папы глубоко внутри тебя?”

She watched the way he inhaled a deep breath and released a high-pitched sigh before continuing on, subtly pressing her legs together to control the excitement thrumming through her body at his pathetic tone and mannerisms. 

“You like t-that don’t you, you little-uh-you little s-slut?” From their close proximity, she could clearly make out the speedy heartbeat clambering against his chest as he spoke. And if that was the case, he must’ve been able to feel hers as well. “Like daddy’s c-cock deep inside of y-you?” She could’ve sworn she saw his dick twitch slightly in his pants.

“Маленькая шлюшка уже придет за мной? Тогда умоляйте об этом. Бля, умоляю позволить тебе кончить.”

Y/n certainly did not miss the airy sigh that escaped his lips, watching as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple, confidently guessing it was not from the heat that had been coming through the vents.

“Is the little-little s-slut gonna come for me already? B-beg for it then. Fucking beg f-for me to let you c-come.” Spencer was speedily falling apart at the seams and she was loving it. More than loving it. She was craving it. Craving the little noises that he was trying to stop from escaping his lips. Craving the way he slightly bounced his leg in an attempt to control his arousal, which was futile because it had obviously already reached its full potential in the confines of his khaki slacks. 

“Пожалуйста, папа. Пожалуйста, позволь мне прийти. Мне это надо. Пожалуйста.”

Without even hearing the words translated back to her, she could hear the utter desperation in the girl’s voice. She no longer needed to understand the Russian language to be able to finish the translation, and as she sat there with her thighs tightly pressed together, she knew exactly what it meant.

“Please!” The utter need that was present in the original audio was somehow mirrored perfectly by the young doctor’s breathy voice, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, a prominent vein popping through the skin of his smooth forehead. “Please, p-please, please let me come. I n-need it. Please!”

“Приди за мной, детка.”

Deciding that she could regret her actions in the morning, Y/n quickly grabbed his face before he could translate, angling his head so she could whisper directly into his ear at the same time he spoke the last line of the night.

“Come for me baby.”, they both spoke at the exact same time.

Pulling away as fast as possible, she watched his clamped eyes shoot open as the most obnoxiously loud moan she had ever heard escaped the poor kid, his whole body spasming as a result. And using the large stain on the crotch of his pants as a guide, she was pretty certain she knew what had happened.

For the next few minutes there was silence in the SUV, apart from Spencer’s heavy breathing as he came down of course, leading them to believe the couple had fallen asleep after their...activities. Of course she wanted nothing more than to tease the trembling mess next to her, but she could already tell he was mortified beyond belief because of what happened so she didn’t want to make it any worse for him than it already was. 

After waiting a few extra minutes just to make sure that they had actually gone to sleep, the pair drove away from the stakeout location, Spencer not having said a word since his...big finish. As much as she loved watching him fall apart in front of her, she really didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around her. 

“Well that was certainly an unexpected turn of events for the night, huh?”, she said, lightly chuckling with the intent of lightening his mood. She was very glad to see it had the intended effect.

“Uh y-yeah...you could definitely say that again.”, he mumbled with the ghost of a smile on his plump lips, though she could still clearly make out the blush coating his features.

“So hey, I know that you usually take the metro, but I’d be more than happy to give you a ride home after we drop the SUV off at the office if you want.”, she warmly smiled in his direction without taking her eyes completely off the road.

“Oh um..yeah that would be perfect. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it Reid.”

~~~

The rest of the ride back to the office was pretty much spent in silence, but it was much more comfortable than it had been before, which was a huge relief. After dropping the keys to the SUV in the lock box inside, the two agents piled into Y/n’s car to go back home to their shared building. On their way back she considered just asking him if he wanted to ride with her everyday just to make his life a little easier in the long run.

Once they got to the parking lot and exited the vehicle, they began walking towards the entrance together, the awkward tension from before creeping back into the air around them. Soon enough, they found themselves standing in front of their respective doors, both unsure of how they were supposed to end the night’s interactions. After a few moments of painful silence and eye contact, Y/n was the first one to rip off the band-aid.

“So...I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Reid?” He seemed to be broken out of his trance by the sound of her voice, snapping back to attention.

“Huh? Oh yeah uh yes of course. S-see you tomorrow Y/n. Goodnight.” He scampered into his apartment before she could even get a chance to respond to his bidding.

“Goodnight.”, she whispered to no one other than herself as she unlocked her door and headed inside to shower quickly before diving into her soft sheets.

She was sitting up in her bed, book in hand, with only the small glow of her reading lamp illuminating her room when she heard it. Of course she knew immediately what they were, a talent that had developed and strengthened from living adjacent to a pretty much pubescent boy.

The tell-tale sound of moans and groans vibrating right through her wall.

She knew she probably shouldn’t be listening, something about a violation of privacy or whatever, but she just couldn’t help it. He sounded so desperate it was driving her insane. So much in fact that she was in the process of skimming her own hand downwards when she was interrupted by a certain something from the Doc’s room.

“Y/n! Oh god, please. Please.”

Oh. Oh.

Not even giving herself a second to consider her actions, she was up on her feet basically sprinting to his door, pajamas and all. Not even bothering with knocking, she noticed it was unlocked and let herself in, beelining for what she assumed was his bedroom by the increasing volume as she approached it. Standing in his doorframe, she was utterly mesmerized. There he was, sprawled across his sheets, completely bare with sweat coating his hair as he rapidly pumped his angry, red cock, her name tumbling from his lips like a chant.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She smirked as she watched his head shoot up to where she was standing, his hand immediately stilling it’s rapid movements. Watching the panic spread on his face was intoxicating to her as she slowly approached his bed.

“Y/n! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I uh-I didn’t um...” His words trailed off and his eyes widened as he watched her slowly begin removing her clothes as she moved closer to him. 

“Shhhhhh.” She managed to remove both her shirt and pajama pants in the short trip over to his bed and she had no intention of stopping there. Now standing directly in front of him, she let her eyes wander over his still frame completely, soaking in the amazement in his dark eyes and the slight tremble that was periodically rippling through his body. Maintaining eye contact with him the whole time, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it pool on the floor next to her.

It was honestly shocking his eyes didn’t actually fall onto the floor with how far they bulged out of their sockets, a small moan leaving his mouth. 

She giggled at his enthusiasm before bringing her soft hands up to caress his face gently, his body shuddering at the contact. “Do you want me to keep going baby boy?” Taking a second to process the question that had left her lips, he slowly nodded while looking her in the eyes, his own full of awe. 

Happy with his answer, she reached for the edge of her panties before pushing them down to join the other pieces of clothing already inhabiting his floor. Spencer couldn’t speak. He could barely even breathe. Five minutes ago he had been jerking off to his neighbor, who also happened to be his coworker, and now said neighbor was crawling onto his bed, completely naked, with a wicked smirk on her face.

Straddling his lap, but making sure that there was no actual contact, she reached up to cup his face again, slowly rubbing circles into his defined cheekbone. “Is this ok baby boy? Is this what you want?”, she cooed. 

Spencer looked like he honestly might cry from the pure compassion laced within her words, but still found a way to nervously nod his head in affirmation of her questions. With a warm smile on her face, she leaned forward and placed a feather-light kiss on his lower jaw before continuing up the side of his face, basking in the small whimpers that fell from his pretty lips. Finally reaching his ear, she let her warm breath tease him before proceeding. 

“Do you want me to take control of you? Is that what you want sweet boy?” While the whine that immediately escaped him was answer enough, she pulled back searching for a more concrete answer to her question. “Hmmmm, you’d like that?” 

“Yes.”, he whispered, nodding his head anxiously. 

While he was answering she had leaned back towards his face, placing soft kisses all over. “As you wish baby boy.”, she whispered, changing course to attack his neck with her eager lips as soon the words left her mouth. Spencer gasped instantly and she couldn’t help but smirk against his pale flesh, increasing the pressure in which she was assaulting his neck.

Through the groans that spilled past his lips, she was able to make out his pathetic attempt at words, not slowing down her lips at all. “J-just make sure not to leave any m-marks. We’ll g-get in trouble at w-work.” Of course Spencer would be the only person on the planet to remember their office guidelines while getting his neck sucked like a vampire.

“No marks...that’ll be difficult. I want everyone to know just how thoroughly I fucked you.”

Feeling extremely satisfied by his enthusiastic response to her vulgar words, she slowly lowered herself down his body, pausing with her mouth right above his groin. Somehow the poor kid already looked completely fucked out and she hadn’t even done anything yet. Hearing him wince as she gently grasped and started stroking his cock, she knew this was gonna be fun.

Staring directly into her eyes, he watched the string of spit leave her mouth and drip directly onto his dick, eyes bulging at her bold actions, still in shock that any of this was actually happening. 

Entranced by the way his chest expanded rapidly as he watched her curiously, she leaned forward and licked the tip, his head falling back onto the pillow behind him. “I’m gonna suck your cock...but only because I want to see if you can not be a spaz about getting head from me.” Her words made Spencer whimper and she smirked as she took him fully into her mouth, soaking in his pretty noises. 

Y/n had only been going for a minute or two when she heard his groans get louder and felt him twitch in her mouth. Pulling off of him with a pop, she hummed at the sight of the completely wrecked boy in front of her, panting and shaking adorably. It wasn’t long before the perfect idea infiltrated her head, her body thrumming with anticipation and excitement.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me. I think you deserve a reward.”, she smirked, reciting the words that they had heard verbatim. Seemingly catching on to what she was pushing for, he responded accordingly.

“Please Y/n. I’ll do anything.”

She quirked her eyebrow in his direction questioningly, slowly grinding her dripping core against his achingly hard cock. “Anything, baby boy?”

Snapping his heated stare directly to her eyes, he cracked a beautiful smile. “Anything.”

She couldn’t control the grin that overtook her lips as she lowered herself down onto his erection, writhing in pleasure at the feel of him inside of her and the sound of his wanton moans. “Good boy.” 

Wanting to give Spencer time to fully adjust and control himself, she started her movements out slow, lifting herself up until only his tip remained inside before dropping down completely into his lap repeatedly. He was a moaning mess on the sheets below her, sweat coating his body along with goosebumps covering every visible expanse of his skin as he panted like a dog. He was so fucking pretty like this. 

Deciding enough was enough, she picked up the pace considerably, bouncing like a mad woman on his dick, while her sharp nails scratched down his creamy, pale chest in front of her, leaving angry, red streaks in their wake. Spencer had devolved into a blubbering mess underneath her and that lit her soul on fire.

“You like that don’t you, you little slut? Like your cock deep inside of me? Huh?” 

Y/n was pretty sure that he was short circuiting below her, his brain cutting off all control over his body as he spasmed uncontrollably and moaned for the entire fucking building to hear. Good, she thought. Let them hear how whipped he was for her. Even though it had only been a few minutes since she increased her speed, she could feel his cock starting to twitch violently inside of her and she knew he was close, really close.

“Is the little slut gonna come for me already?” All he could do was whimper in response, having to nod his head emphatically due to his loss of speech.

“Beg for it then. Fucking beg for me to let you come!” She was on fucking cloud nine right now, floating through the motions, as his whimpers increased in volume and speed. Mustering up all the strength he could, he spit out as many audible words as possible.

“Please! Please, please, please let me come! I need it! Please!” He was crying now, tears rapidly pouring from his eyes and spilling down his cheeks out of sheer desperation and need to release the tension built up within his body.

She was in awe of him. As she watched the tears pour down his face, she couldn’t help but whimper too. Desperately needing to finish, herself, she brought one hand down to make circles around her clit, while the other she brought up to wrap gently around his flushed throat, leaning over to whisper in his ear like she had earlier that night.

“Come for me, baby.”

She once again pulled back to witness his reactions to her hushed words, the outcome only more amazing than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back as far they could possibly go into his head as his mouth dropped open in pure ecstasy, high-pitched whines escaping his lips, his release shooting up into her like it had always belonged there. Maybe it had.

Watching him come undone below her, combined with her hand speedily rubbing circles on her clit, she was catapulted into the most amazing climax of her entire life, her body buzzing with excitement as she tightened around him and collapsed on his chest, weak as could be after that activity.

The pair laid silently, apart from the heaving breaths whirring through the room, still in shock over what had just transpired minutes before. Slowly shifting her eyes to the shivering boy below her, she saw he was caught in a trance, his eyes dazed, a soft grin on his lips. 

Breaking him from his stupor, she gently cupped his cheek with one hand as the other drew lazy circles on his blotchy chest. Rubbing the skin on his face lightly, she leaned forward and kissed his nose, making him scrunch it up and giggle as a result. “Such a sweet boy for me. Such a sweet, sweet boy.” Her words made him melt inside and words tumbled out of his own mouth before he could even think about stopping them.

“Вы красивы внутри и снаружи.”

She looked up at him in shock, before breaking out in giggles. “Did you just serenade me in Russian? How romantic.”, she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

He couldn’t seem to control his giggles either, a fact that warmed her heart. “Yes, I suppose I did.”

Smiling up at the adorable boy she just had to ask. “What does it mean?”

Y/n watched as his signature blush quickly coated his features once again as he looked down at her with a shy smile. “You are beautiful, inside and out.”

With the warmest grin she could muster, she leaned up and kissed his jaw once more before snuggling up against the young doctor who had melted her heart.

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Why is it that so/sx get the reputation of being flirtatious?I’ve been fired from my old job and got caught “hooking up” with my sp/sx manager and even kicked out the backroom to stay away from my coworkers because apparently I flirt too much with everyone back there and had customers asking people for my #.

You just answered your own question: cuz you are a flirt. You're using sexuality casually to get people interested in you, or to sell something at work, but it's not super serious in your mind. IE, flirting.

This stacking in particular is the most flighty in that we can get hooked by someone and then the next day we’re onto someone new, why is that?

Because you lack self-pres. SP is the "let's build a life together" stacking, and without it, nothing seems permanent and you are at the mercy of your short-lived whims. It feels wrong to be permanent, because you might not be able to pursue whatever hooks you, and you feel a burning need to do that. When the spark fades, there's no sp going "but this could be fun in the long term, as friends/a hobby!" because it's dead to you. And unless you introduce some new intensity (like an argument to keep things "interesting") it's way more tempting to go find something new and exciting to pursue.

Do sxs types in general do that where they are hooked onto someone for a short period of time and then one day wake up not even caring anymore and is it possible to be hooked onto multiple people/interests or is that more of a sx playzone area?

Yeah. One of my sp/sx friends said she used to dread that part of a relationship, because she would LITERALLY wake up next to some guy she had been totally into one morning and feel nothing for him. Like somehow overnight the spark just died, and then as a 9, she had to figure out how to navigate her way out of it without conflict.

I know a sx dom that becomes consumed by someone he’s intrigued by but he also has a passion for video games and will lose sleep over it so I’m wondering if it’s possible to be hooked onto two things at once?

You can be energized by more than one thing at a time, although usually with people, when you are hooked into them, nothing else exists.

And when an Sx dominant is in a relationship with someone but let’s say it’s no longer interesting for them would they just break it off and find someone else or would they try to create tension to keep it together? I thought maybe they would cheat with someone else their hooked onto, kind of like Gabriel from Emily in Paris.

They would leave, try and reintroduce a spark, or find another outlet.