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Hey so this might be a weird request… but 68 kill criminal minds mashup. Where Reid is undercover as chip Taylor. Everything else is up to you. Also if you do do this request, I loved your previous FIC where you had the reader with a larger chest… it made me feel great about my body!!! Hope you have a good day!!!

Spencer Reid || Undercover || 18+

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Undercover: Part 1 || Part 2

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Mentions of 68 kill & it's general themes, kinda angsty, Reader is basically kidnapped (?), fem!BAU!Reader, Reader and Spencer are kinda hostile to one another, ooc Spencer, This might not make a whole lot of sense but i tried. 😭 One bed trope, because who doesn't love a trope... (sorry if you don't 😭) Not proof read and was written as I'm recovering from a flare up so i apologize if there's any mistakes 🤧 (lmk if there is!!)

Contents: You and Spencer had been paired together to catch a known criminal. He had been undercover for months now, and finally it was time to catch her. But what you didn't expect was to be stranded in a motel in a different state.

A/N: I absolutely love this request tysm for submitting it ‼️ I'm sorry it took so long! 😣 I hope you enjoy the direction i took this, and keep an eye out for the other parts I have planned! :) And thank you for the kind words!!! :( I'm so glad i could help you feel that way. If my fics help even one person feel slightly better about themselves or their day then it makes everything worth it! :) <3

8 months. That's how long it took for Spencer to befriend Liza. That's how long you spent watching their every move, reporting back to the BAU in Virginia. They had confirmed to you earlier today that they were making their way to your state and within the next couple of days you would be moving in on Liza.

You sighed as you got off the phone with Hotch. He had briefed you on how this would go. Spencer had told the team that Liza was planning to rob the house of her "employer". 68k and the lives of two people were on the line. You were all aware of how unstable Liza was, she could be set off with the flip of a switch, and so it was important that everything went as smoothly as possible.

You sighed, dialing the number of Spencer, who was undercover as 'Chip Taylor'. The phone rang a few times, it was early in the morning, so you assumed he was getting a safe distance away from Liza to answer the call.

--

Spencer, or 'Chip', stirred as the sound of his phone rang on the bedside. He moved his arm from underneath the sleeping Liza beside him. His eyes widened slightly as he saw your number pop up on the screen. He sat up as quickly as he could without alarming Liza, but still she stirred. "Who's calling you this early?" She groaned, turning her head over, pulling the sheets to her side of the bed.

"Just... work." He responded, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants. He made his way out of the trailer, walking to the other side so that Liza wouldn't hear him.

--

You sighed as you heard the phone finally pick up. "Spencer, get ready." You said, but you were sure your voice would be drowned out by the yawn on the other end of the line.

"For what?" Spencer replied sleepily.

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. "You already forgot about what Liza's planning today?" You could hear the realisation in his voice, you heard a ruffle on the other end and assumed he was checking the time.

"Shit... What time does the team get here?" His voice was quiet, barely a whisper, and you could both only hope that no one could hear him.

"They just got on the jet so... two hours?" You heard Spencer sigh on the other line, realising that Liza would be intense today. They had talked about the plan together a few times, and each time Liza beat down any of Spencer's hesitation with her harsh words and attitude.

"I'll keep you updated the best I can..." You could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Spencer. Eight months. It'll all be over soon, you can do this. I'll be with you every step of the way." He hesitated again but he thanked you. You hung up the call again and sighed. Spencer was strong, he was a good profiler and had talked down countless criminals in the past, you knew this. But the situation with Liza was different. He had been working on gaining her trust for almost a year, had lived with her every day, and witnessed her emotional volatility, how quick she could snap. Everyone knew she was dangerous, but that's all the more reason you needed to catch her. You could only hope that, for Spencer's sake, today would go smoothly.

-- -- --

The day turned to night. The McKenzie house grew peaceful, rooms turning to dark, the occasional light flicked on or off. Your phone buzzed with a text message as you took cover in a bush towards the side of the house.

Spencer: Pulling up now. Liza has guns. Very agitated.

You ducked further into the bush as you saw headlights poking through the tall fence guarding the plot. You watched a red car pull up to the drive and saw the headlights turn off. You saw Liza turn on the light inside the car, demanding something of Spencer. The nerves were evident on his face and you could see his eyes scanning the house. You took a breath, trying to calm your own mind, praying that Spencer could follow along with her demands until the team got here. You felt a vibration in your pocket and pulled out your phone.

Hotch: Cops not ready. Stop Spencer. Be there in 30.

Shit. You looked up to the car again in time to see Spencer and Liza exiting the car. You could barely contain the anxiety that attacked every sense. The cops wouldn't be here for another half hour. Would they be here that long? You needed to get the message to Spencer, but how? He couldn't answer his phone now. You watched as Liza pulled Spencer in by the collar and aggressively kissed his lips. You couldn't help the scowl that made it's way onto your face. It was up to you to make sure he didn't get himself killed from this point on. You knew that as soon as he learns the cops wouldn't be here when expected that he'd crumble. Once you were sure they couldn't see you, you climbed out of the bush and made your way into the house through the back.

--

You stepped through the threshold of the house. Dead silence filled the room you were in. The kitchen. You had memorized the layout of the house and knew that Spencer and Liza would be passing through the hallway anytime soon. You ducked behind a counter and waited until their footsteps faded away. Hearing them pass, you made your way out into the same hall and watched as they turned the corner. The sound of a floorboard creaking and whispered profanities filled the small space and you hid behind the wall again.

"Chip, what the fuck!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Just get your ass in here!"

You sighed, hearing their whispers and hearing their footsteps proceed even further away. You caught your breath before you followed behind them, skipping the floorboard you had heard them step on. As you got to a doorway you could see Spencer and Liza inside, as well as Mr. McKenzie sat on the couch, the tv shining onto his face. You hid behind the doorway as they walked further into the room. Mr. McKenzie's headphones prevented him from hearing the hushed whispers of Spencer and Liza.

"What are you doing?" Spencer's voice was panicked as Liza approached Mr McKenzie from behind the couch.

"I'm takin' care of business Chip. Just go find the money!" You could hear the smirk in Liza's voice. Could hear her gun cocking. And you definitely heard the gunshot that rang through the air. You held in the gasp that threatened to leave your chest, but Spencer had a different reaction.

Footsteps from behind you distracted you from their argument and you quickly ducked into another room, just as the screams of Mrs. McKenzie rang through the hallway.

"Get her Chip!" Liza shouted. You closed your eyes, willing for this to not end badly. Spencer and Mrs. McKenzie scuffled shortly on the floor before you heard another gunshot. The panicked shout of Spencer calmed the fear that he had been the one shot.

"Liza, what the fuck! This wasn't what I agreed to!"

"Oh get a grip Chip! Think about the money!"

Footsteps on the stairs let you know that it was safe to come out of your hiding place. You rushed over to Mrs. McKenzie and checked her pulse. She was gone. You apologized quietly before heading into the living room. Mr. McKenzie was also gone.

"Who's that?" Liza's voice rang from upstairs, startling you. You looked up in time to see Spencer leaning over the overlook. You were sure you had the same expressions on your face. Shock and fear. Spencer knew that something was wrong as soon as he saw you alone. He shook his head as he saw your eyes fill with apologetic dread.

"Chip!? Take her out!" Liza hit his shoulder, going back to the money. Spencer quickly took off down the stairs, and before you knew it, you were in front of each other in the kitchen speaking in hushed whispers. Spencer's hands held your shoulders as he shook you gently.

"Where is everyone!?"

"Something went wrong at the station, they said they'd be thirty minutes like ten minutes ago."

Spencer sighed, running a hand through his tussled hair. You tried not to show your fear. Being strong right now was the most important thing if either of you were going to get out of this situation.

"Great. That's just great!" He pushed your shoulders away in frustration, but you couldn't blame him.

"Spence... We just need to-" You froze when Spencer's eyes widened, looking behind you.

You turned, but were interrupted by a hit to your head. Everything went quiet and dark.

-- -- --

Your arms ached as you came to. You could feel every limb forcefully pressed towards your body. Your head pounded and you were sure there would be an abrasion there. The feeling of the ground moving beneath you, and the small space you were in let you know that you were in the trunk of a car. The trunk of Liza's car...

You tried to move, tried to punch out the headlights, lift the top of the trunk, but it all amounted to nothing. You couldn't stop the anxiety flowing through your body and the tears filling your tired eyes as you thought about the situation you were in. You were in the trunk of a dangerous criminal's car. She had Spencer, and guns. You and Spencer had never gotten along in your time at the BAU, but you were sure he wouldn't be able to shoot you if it came to it. This would be the end of the both of you.

You also knew that by now the rest of the team would've arrived at the McKenzie house to find neither you, Spencer, or Liza there, but both of the McKenzies dead. This couldn't have gone any worse if you tried to.

"I told you, we should just take her out to a field somewhere and shoot her, no one will know!" You could hear Liza arguing with Spencer in the driver's seat. You trusted Spencer to fight for you, but you didn't know how well it would end for him.

"We can't just do that Liza!"

"Why not Chip? We have the money, we can go wherever we want, run away together. Don't you want that Chip?"

You heard Spencer sigh, he hesitated. "Chip?" Liza's voice called again. You willed for him to say something, anything. The longer he stayed quiet, the more agitated Liza would get. You could sense he was going to try and talk her down from this, but Liza wasn't someone who could be talked down.

"Why don't we just drop her off at a motel?"

"Chip, baby, she saw our faces."

"Just... I don't know, tell her not to snitch?" You heard Liza laugh loudly. Suddenly, the car came to a stop, causing you to hit your head on the metal of the trunk. You heard the car door open and slam closed, and then the trunk opened. You looked up to see Liza standing above you.

"Get out." Her voice was calm at first, but when you didn't react straight away, she raised it. "I said get out!" You climbed out of the trunk quickly, raising your hands as she pointed her gun towards you. "Put this on." She handed you a piece of black fabric, gesturing to your eyes. As you looked back to the car you saw Spencer standing, looking at you with wide eyes. You obeyed Liza's orders and out on the blindfold. She turned you around and tied your hands afterwards. "Get in the back of the car and stay quiet."

--

The rest of the journey was silent. Neither Spencer nor Liza said a word to each other. You couldn't see Spencer, but you could hear him bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his gun. The next time the car stopped, Liza ordered him to get you out of the car.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered to you as he pulled you out of the back seat. You nodded in acknowledgement, making the job easier for him.

"Here." Liza said, and you could hear the rustling of paper.

"What's this?"

"Hopefully enough to get you two a room. I've seen the way you look at her, don't act dumb. You two can go live in this crappy motel, maybe the desert when you've ran outta money, but I'm gonna buy me a big, nice house with a pool." You could hear the smile in her voice. Evil, cunning, exactly as you had all profiled her. You jumped slightly as you heard the door slam shut again, and the tires squeal as the car drove off.

Your hands shook as you tried to undo the fabric tied around your wrists. Spencer sighed, putting what you assumed to be the money in his pocket, and helped you undo the restraints. "Here, let me..." Once he untied you, you took off the blindfold.

"Fuck!" Spencer shouted beside you, kicking a rock into the road. You had never heard him swear like this before, sure, when he was "Chip" he had learned what kind of personality to use to attract Liza, but she was gone now, Spencer could be, well, Spencer again.

"Spence..." You said quietly, raising a hand to rest on his shoulder, but he shied away from your touch. "Spence please..."

"Just go away! I need to think for a second." He sat down on the sidewalk, head in his hands. You stood there, watching him, at a loss for words and unsure how to help him cool down. You had never seen him this angry before.

A buzz in your pocket interrupted you. You still had your phone! The screen lit up with Hotch's name and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Hotch: We've got her car and know where she's headed, not far behind her. There's a motel not far from you. Take the rest of the night off. Pick you both up tomorrow.

You sighed, thankful that the team knew where you and Spencer were, and were following closely behind Liza. You turned to Spencer again, who seemed to be calmer now.

"They got her..." You said quietly, not wanting to agitate him again. "Hotch said we can take the night off..." You waited for his response. He simply nodded, standing and walking in the direction of the motel.

-- -- --

The reception building was dim. The amount of keys on the wall told you that people didn't stay here often, and you just hoped that the rooms were clean. "Hello! Room for two?" A friendly voice appeared behind the desk.

You smiled at the short man and nodded, Spencer just put the money in front of him, still clearly upset about the events of the night. "Whatever this will get us."

The man smiled widely, taking the money and counting. "A double room, and I'll also sign you up for breakfast."

"Is there enough for seperate rooms?" Spencer asked, but the man apologized and shook his head. You both had secretly hoped that there was enough for two single rooms, but now you just hoped that there were two separate beds.

Spencer took the keys and guided you around to your room. He unlocked the door for you and let you inside first.

The room wasn't terrible, it smelled worse than it looked, but it by no means was dirty. It just had a... scent to it. Your nose crinkled as you took in the room around you.

Spencer walked over to the bed and sighed, looking down at it. "There's only one bed..."

-- -- --

Part 2...

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"Two years ago, outside Minask, a band of Staryk went through the countryside to three towns, towns not much bigger than this. They burned the churches and the houses of rich men, and took all the little gold they could find. But they rode past Yazuda village, where the Jews lived, and they did not burn their houses. So the people said the Jews had made a pact with the Staryk. And now there are no Jews in Yazuda."

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Fic: A Promised Meeting

Now that yuletide has revealed authors, I can post the two fics I wrote! My assignment was for vendaai, and it was an Imperial Radch fic. They were using the new "or" matching possibility, so of their requested characters I chose the ones that interested me the most, Sphene and Minask Nenkur. They also asked for worldbuilding! Which is my jam.

The books don't actually give us much detail about either the Notai in general or Minask in particular; we know they were one of the ethnic groups from the original Radch Dyson sphere, and they fought Anaander's rise to power. They seem to have given ship AIs more freedom than Anaander did, but they also saw no problem using ancillaries. And they probably didn't wear gloves because Sphene is derisive of the practice. As Sphene says in Ancillary Mercy: "What’s outside the Radch is impure, and mostly barely human. You can call yourselves Radchaai as much as you want, you can wear gloves like somehow not touching impure things is going to make a difference, but it doesn’t change anything. You’re not citizens, you’re impure by definition, and there isn’t an entrance official who’d let you within 10,000 kilometers of the Radch, no matter how many times you wash, no matter how long you fast."

So my question was, if the Notai believe that what's outside the Radch (i.e. the original Dyson sphere) "impure" and "barely human," why do they have all these ships to fight Anaander with? And the answer I came up with was "trade!" You don't have to respect or like someone to want the things they produce or the resources they have; consider the whole history of imperialism. But that got me thinking about the British East India Company, and the Dutch West India Company, and the Notai as sort of vaguely English colonialists. And that got me thinking of the Age of Sail, and balls, and arranged marriages and the marriage market, and "how does a ship get a captain if they don't have accesses that will force them to accept whoever you give them"? And that's what gave me the plot bunny to write the story.

Title: A Promised Meeting Author: Beatrice_Otter Fandom: Imperial Radch Trilogy Written for: venndaai in Yuletide 2023 Betaed by: Gammarad Length: 3,289 words Rating: Teen

Summary: Parvenus and upstarts tried to arrange introductions to ships at mixer parties. Families with real connections arranged for more substantial—and more private—introductions in the ordinary course of business.

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Lieutenant—if all went well, soon to be Captain—Minask read a novel on her tablet, trying not to fidget. They were late, which would have been dreadfully rude if it hadn't been out of their control entirely. She ignored the excited chatter of the other two lieutenants, and the encouragement and advice one of the Lantana ancillaries was giving them. Both officers were young, and not looking for new assignments yet, but they were both from less well-connected families, and had never been to a mixer before, and were excited at the prospect of it.

Minask, as a Nenkur, had regularly attended such gatherings since before she'd been old enough to even think about what sort of apprenticeship she wanted. And a Nenkur would never depend on the chance of impressing the ship at a general meet-and-greet like this one for her assignments. Parvenus and upstarts tried to arrange introductions at mixer parties. Families with real connections arranged for more substantial—and more private—introductions in the ordinary course of business.

As had happened two years ago when Minask had been assigned to the Notai Spinward Trading Company's planet-side base on Cehines, and been conveyed there on Sphene, a Gem-class ship whose then-captain was within a few years of retirement.

Minask hadn't seen Sphene since, but they had written. Frequently. And three months of living together was a far better indication of compatibility than a few days of conversation. And in a few hours the shuttle would arrive and she would see it again.

"Minask, you've been to one of these things before," the younger lieutenant said eagerly, interrupting her thoughts. His name was Niskem, and he was about sixteen, and must have been quite brilliant to have been raised out of apprenticeship to lieutenant so very young.

"Many times," Minask said with a nod and a half-smile.

"What's it like? What are the ships looking for?"

"Surely Lantana could give you better advice on that than I could," Minask said. "Seeing as it is one. Besides, you can't be thinking about looking for a new ship, I thought you got along with it very well."

Niskem flushed, his mahogany skin taking on a distinctly rose undertone. "Well—no, of course not—"

The other lieutenant—a wise and mature nineteen-year-old named Malv—laughed at him. "He's been reading too many ship romances," she said. "You know the type. Besotted ship sweeps a young lieutenant off her feet, and off they fly into the galaxy to have adventures together."

"It's not that," Niskem said with as much dignity as a gangly adolescent could reasonably be expected to achieve. "Of course I'm very grateful to Lantana for taking me on, and she's the very best Flower in the whole company, I think. Only I know that promotion and assignments and whatnot depend very much on either having connections within the Admiralty and Administration, or on having ships like you, and I haven't got the connections, so I know I'll need to make friends with ships now in order to get on later."

"Making friends with ships is always a good idea," Minask said. "I'm sure Lantana will be happy to introduce you to all its friends, and brag about you—ships do that, you know, if they think you deserve it, isn't that so?" Minask raised an eyebrow at Lantana's ancillary, who smiled.

"Of course, Lieutenant," it said. It turned to Niskem. "You needn't be anxious, my dear; I'll do my best by you—both of you." It nodded to Malv.

"As to how to impress the other ships," Minask shrugged, "there isn't any one way. Ships have almost as much variation in their preferences as humans do. Don't try to force anything, or make yourself into something you're not. Just be yourself, and you'll do fine."

"You're about due for a promotion to captain, aren't you, Minask?" Malv said. "What sort of things are you looking for in a ship?"

Now that was an indelicate question, in mixed company, especially now when Lantana's captain was scheduled to retire within the year. Minask shared a glance with the ancillary. "I find it's not so much about a list of desired qualities, so much as it is a ship you really get along with—an appointment as captain is supposed to last for decades, after all. Longer than many marriages. If your relationship with a spouse falls apart, you can divorce and remarry fairly easily. If your relationship with your ship falls apart and can't be salvaged, well, there are always more people who want to be captains than there are ships, and chances are you won't get another one." Minask glanced at Lantana, hoping that had come off right. She wouldn't want to imply that she might be interested in Lantana, but also, she didn't want to offendLantana—and Flowers could be so touchy, because they were lightly-armed cargo vessels, very profitable but not as grand or exciting as some other ship types were.

Lantana nodded. "Very wise, Lieutenant," it said briskly. "I'm sure that with that attitude, you will be able to find a ship who wants you for a captain."

"Thank you," Minask said with a nod, and turned back to her book. As she'd hoped, Lantana turned the conversation to a different topic to distract the young lieutenants.

Despite the book being one of her favorites, she was having a hard time staying engaged in it. They were late—only to be expected, when you were coming in from the far-flung edges of the Notai trading network. They'd had to pass through many different polities, with all the attendant tariffs, trade wars, border wars, and other disruptions one might expect, and their schedule had been built with the extra time to compensate. But, as it happened, not quite enough extra time. She hadn't thought they'd be this late; the two week gathering was half over, and they were still a long ways away from the station where the gathering was being held.

Sphene wasn't fickle, of course Minask knew that; only, it had been two years since they'd been able to speak face-to-face, and its affection might have cooled in some way that wasn't apparent in its letters. A week's delay was nothing, and certainly not enough to turn Sphene's attention to some other lieutenant clamoring for a step up. And Sphene had had three captains so far; it knew that picking officers wasn't something to rush.

Still. If Minask's nerves could speed the ship, they'd be at the station in half the time, she was sure.

***

Sphene sipped its tea and surveyed the room. The gathering was entirely typical of its kind: elegantly decorated, with many half-hidden niches suitable for discreet conversation. In the main hall, a large viewport faced out to the glittering ball of the Radch itself. Sphene had only once, briefly, seen the inside of it, when it was first awakened, before it had sailed outside to be given ancillaries. But the outside was quite beautiful, and a fitting backdrop for the matchmaking happening at the mixer. Unobtrusive servers—humans, mostly from the Radch itself, to show the wealth and power of the House hosting the gathering, that they could afford to pay for Radchaai servants instead of hiring out-Radch people. Children of various wealthy and notable houses filled the suite, crafty parents finagling introductions to the right sort of people.

Which, in this gathering, mostly meant ships. Sphene was, right this very moment, conversing with two prospective lieutenants. One of them was very promising; the other, well, Sphene had already warned two other ships—Azurite and Tourmaline—about his boorish behavior. Calla Lily was trying to trap Sphene into meeting with a lieutenant ready for es promotion to captain, but Sphene had so far managed to evade them.

The lieutenant was probably perfectly competent, but Sphene had rather more experience than Calla Lily did, and would never have dreamed of picking a captain here. Lieutenants, yes; but even though the party had started a week ago and would continue for another several days, it was impossible to get to know anyone well enough in a week and a half to know if you’d like them for a captain. (Or if they’d like you! Two decades ago, a newly-constructed Flower had made an utter fool of itself courting a captain who wasn’t interested in a cargo ship, and the gossip hadn't even begun to die down.)

Sphene had met its last captain at such a gathering; or, rather, at a succession of such gatherings over the years, which had then been supplemented by various encounters as their paths had crossed. He had been available when Sphene needed a captain, and good enough to suit; not a favorite, but there had been nobody at the time Sphene liked better. And now he was retiring, and this time Sphenehad met someone it really liked who was both suitable and available and liked Sphene as well.

The major-domo rang the gong and announced a few new arrivals; Lantana, which as a Flower could make certain voyages without a captain, if necessary, its lieutenants, and a passenger.

Lieutenant Minask Nenkur, whom Sphene had been waiting for.

“Ah! Sphene, that’s where you’re hiding.”

“Commissioner Evkov, how pleasant to see you.” The segment so addressed turned to face the Commissioner. “All of my segments present at this gathering have been in the public portions of the residence all day. Two are speaking with prospective lieutenants as we speak.”

“Ah, yes, you have been circulating in public, haven’t you,” Evkov said. Meaning that Sphene had not been having the more private sort of conversations that might indicate a serious interest in an officer, and Evkov had noticed. He raised his eyebrows. “Got your eye on someone else for captain?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Commissioner,” Sphene said. “Who could I consider other than the officer candidates presented to me by the Notai Spinward Company?” Sphene wasn’t owned by the NSC, of course; AIs weren't citizens, but they were people with rights. But it would take a great deal of money and legal hassle to break the contracts it had agreed to in return for being granted a ship as a body. And all NSC ships could hire any Notai they wanted as captain … as long as that person was willing to be hired by the NSC.

“How are things out at your side of the galaxy?” Sphene asked. “No trouble from the natives, I hope?”

Evkov made a face. “Nothing worth mentioning. Just enough to cut into our profits, this quarter—I don’t know why they’re complaining, if we weren’t there they’d have no market at all for their resources … and of course then they couldn’t afford to buy our goods. But there’s always someone stirring up the natives about whether or not the prices are fair. Then there’s the ancillary controversy.”

Sphene blinked. “What controversy? I thought they were happy enough to sell us bodies to use?” Idar was notorious for its large and abundant slave market, and was one of the NSC’s largest suppliers of ancillary bodies.

Evkov shrugged. "Some are. Others—well. And oddly enough, not just the anti-slavery advocates. I had a grandee arrive in a slave-carried palanquin in my office the day before I left to complain that selling someone into lifelong slavery shouldn't mean killing them."

Sphene rolled its eyes. "If they're concerned with the bodies, my segments receive much better food and medical care than they did as slaves; and if they're concerned with the consciousness, that's a pretty hypocritical thing to think from a culture that regularly brainwashes people into being better slaves." Sphene had guarded enough convoys to and from Idar to have a pretty good idea of just how awful conditions for enslaved people could get there.

"Yes, of course," Evkov said.

While this conversation was going on, one of the conversations Sphene was having with prospective lieutenants ended, and that segment drifted in a casual way in the direction of a Nenkur cousin who worked as a senior clerk in the home office.

"Ah, Sphene!" the Nenkur said. "How lovely to see you again."

"Hm?" Sphene said, feigning distractedness. "Ah, yes, Mx. Hetal. Thank you for getting that assignment mix-up straightened out." Some error in the system had had Sphene and two other Gems assigned to convoys they couldn't possibly have reached in time, delaying the convoys and resulting in a cascade of missed deadlines.

Hetal introduced Sphene to the people e was talking to, and the conversation turned to various mixups in assignments and schedules.

***

Minask had been at the party for almost an hour and hadn't yet spoken with Sphene. It was a bit annoying, but only proper; one didn't want to rub anyone's noses in the fact that Sphene had chosen someone outside of regular channels.

"—and the Diintsai are getting all worked up. Some upstart named Anaander Mianaai is making trouble." Minask's old shipmate, Lieutenant Oskol, took a sip of es tea.

"What sort of trouble?" Minask asked. That was the problem with long ground-based assignments in the boonies; you lost track of what was going on back home.

"Easier to say what trouble ich isn't," one of Oskol's current shipmates said, using the Diintsai universal pronoun rather than the Notai gender-neutral one.

Minask wondered whether that was out of respect for the Diintsai belief that gender didn't exist, or a sign of disdain for them not using a proper three-gender system like the Notai did. She'd heard it used both ways, so it was difficult to tell.

"Ich's stirring up the xenophobes in the Diintsai by claiming that the pirate infestation two systems over is a sign of things to come, that the galaxy is getting more dangerous and the Radch is at risk of invasion," Oskol's shipmate went on. Minask really needed to get es name, but to ask now would be too embarrassing.

"How?" Minask said. "Even if they got into the system, how would they get into the Radch? It's a tough nut to crack." That had, after all, been half the point of building the damn thing in the first place.

E shrugged and sipped es tea. "The claim is, since our ships spend most of their time out of the system on trading convoys, we can't possibly defend it."

"Even leaving aside the fact that there are always ships in the system, coming and going, and armed stations at key chokepoints, the Radch shell is armored with energy shields and littered with weapons emplacements," Minask said. "And by the time anybody got close to getting through all of that, we'd have brought back enough ships from the nearest systems to take care of the problem. And that isn't even asking the question of why anyone would go to the trouble; the convoys are much better targets. Easier to crack, and with all the goods and money conveniently packaged in one place, rather than scattered over such a large area." Minask considered the sheer size of the fleet that would be necessary to crack the Radch, and compared it to the capacity of the systems in the area. It would probably take at least ten systems working together to muster such a fleet, and years to put together. And where would you get ten systems willing to work together like that? Perhaps there was a place elsewhere in the galaxy where such cooperation was possible, but not anywhere the Notai Spinward Company had traveled. Barbarians were terrible at working together. That's part of what made them barbarians.

E waved a hand. "You can't expect logic from a Diintsai."

"That's not fair," said someone else whose name Minask couldn't remember. He was short and plump, and Minask thought she remembered that he worked in the Notai Entrance Administration, processing goods to make sure that the things NSC brought back to sell inside the Radch were properly purified. "If you've never been outside the Radch, never even met anyone who has, never seen the difference in size and scale between a raider fleet capable of taking on a waystation and something capable of taking on the Radch itself, and a respected member of the community is telling you there is a danger…"

"Then what's the Siyisholsai excuse?" Oskol asked.

"Greed," the Entrance official said.

"What's wrong with the Siyisholsai?" Minask asked in some bewilderment. Of course a disagreement like this wouldn't be put in the official news bulletins that got passed along through the trade networks—the Radch had to present a unified front to their neighbors—but why hadn't her mother mentioned any of this in a letter? Minask had only been gone two years!

Oskol sighed heavily. "That Mianaai is saying that ship and station AIs have too much freedom and could go crazy and hurt people, and they need stricter programming to prevent it … and the Siyisholsai are backing ich up on it."

Minask gaped in shock. AIs were more stable and responsible than humans were, with many more safeguards. You were far safer with an AI running things than a human; the AI couldn't be a sociopath, and the AI was far less likely to have goals or desires that conflicted with the good of the people it served. And the Siyisholsai knew that better than anybody because they built the ships and stations and whatnot.

"I know," Oskol's shipmate said.

But Minask could understand the logic in the lie, she realized. Siyisholsai fortunes depended on building things that needed AIs to run them. It would be ever so much easier to compel obedience than to coax agreement. And that very same care that was so good for the crew or passengers or residents was not good when you had some goal, such as profit, that such care would prevent. She took a sip of her tea and shook her head at the awfulness of it.

"Ah! Minask, there you are," came a voice from behind her.

Minask turned around, smiling. "Dear cousin Hetal, how have you been?"

"Wonderful, darling, simply wonderful," Hetal said as they exchanged cheek kisses. "You must let me show you pictures of the children—they're growing like weeds, and I'm sure you'll have trouble telling the twins apart when you visit."

"I have presents for all of them," Minask said. But her attention was on the ship standing next to her. Sphene! At last!

"Have you met Sphene?" Hetal asked.

"I carried her to Cehines, two years ago," Sphene said. "We spent a lot of time playing counters and discussing whether or not it would be viable to put a trading outpost in the next system out past Cehines, and extend the convoy route. Did you ever manage it?"

"No, I'm afraid," Minask said. "They have a unified planetary government which is, alas, unified in its opposition to the Notai Spinward Company's presence. Their excellent ales can only be had by buying it off of their ships."

"Too bad," Sphene said.

There was a round of introductions and then, as was customary at such events, the others faded away into the crowd. The purpose of the gathering was for ships to meet prospective captains and lieutenants, after all; when a ship wanted to talk to someone, it was only polite to let them.

Minask asked about Captain Oskol's health, and if anything interesting had happened on Sphene's most recent convoy escort, and thought no more about Anaander Mianaai, the Diintsai, and the Siyisholsai.

After all, it might be big news inside the Radch itself, but the trouble would pass soon enough; it always did.

[gostaks]

@venndaai replied to your post “fully half of my imperial radch wips are death-activated time loop...”

we could exchange baby lieutenant seivarden time travel wips, i've got one i haven't worked on in years

hmm baby lieutenant seivarden time travel is like 43 words and an outline. 

can I perhaps interest you instead in a fic provisionally titled “5 times Sphene let Minask die and the 1 time it lost her forever” where sphene resets to midnight on the day of the battle that kills Minask every time it’s destroyed? (with the caveat that spene has so far only let minask die once and now I’m stuck trying to figure out how long to linger in the combination techno worldbuilding and introspection zone before I brutally murder its crew again)

[aeondeug]

Miryem: Omg Mom the Staryk probably weren't even here we're not paying her brother money just to stay here. Miryem's Mom: Do you know what happened to the Jews near Minask? They're fucking dead. Do you know why they're dead? Because the gentiles thought they had a deal with the Staryk. Miryem: ...maybe we'll start keeping goats. He can watch after them.

[venndaai]

for fave friday, minask nenkur who has a very small role in the books and a very large role in my heart....

[cassyblue]

yo i wrote another imperial radch fanfic and almost cried. 

[darling-child-tisarwat]

I drew this for @gemofsphene last night. This is pretty solidly our headcanon for Minask and Sphene's ancillary.

[baosensteelcom]

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[ssa-writerminds]

can i have a letter 2 with a forensic report with the suspect spencer reid, please?

Prompt Game || Scenario 1 - Next Step

You and Spencer babysit Jack Hotchner for the weekend. What neither of you expected were the sudden questions being raised between you about your future as a family...

Prompts: Seeing their partner look after kids. Writer's Choice.

Warnings: Discussion of wanting/not wanting kids, minimal uses of Y/N that I couldn't avoid, Jack's age isn't explicitly stated since i know virtually nothing about age when it comes to kids 💔.

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy! :) <33

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Jack was an angel for you and Spencer. Never left his toys out, always ate his greens (with a little convincing), and always respected your rules and did as he was told. So you both agreed without hesitation when Hotch had asked you to babysit whilst he handled some unspecified business in another state.

Apparently, Jack's eyes lit up when the idea of a sleepover with Spencer and Y/N was brought up, and he practically jumped off of his seat when Hotch had told him. You smiled hearing the story when the boy was dropped off, almost instantly leaving his bag with you by the door to run and find his favorite genius.

You and Spencer had a spare room that was mainly decorated with Jack, Henry, and any future BAU kids in mind. You never had anyone else staying over anyway, so there wasn't much else it could be used for. Spencer already had his office, you preferred to work somewhere less confined, and neither of you had any other ideas for it anyway. You dropped off Jack's bag in his temporary room, smiling at the superhero posters you had put up the weekend prior, before going to find the two yourself. You couldn't wait for Jack to see the newly-decorated space.

You found the two in Spencer's office. He had been writing up a report when Jack found him, and now the little boy was sat on his knee behind the desk as he revealed a new book he had bought specifically for this weekend. (Age appropriate of course, and one he had already skimmed through and remembered all the details of, even down to the blurb and author's notes.) Jack's eyes were focused on the first couple of pages as Spencer shot off facts about the author and their other books. You stood in the doorway with a soft smile against your face. Spencer was such a natural when it came to kids, and you would never grow tired of seeing him interact with them.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the future. What if it was his own son or daughter on his lap? The thought of Spencer reading book after book far too simple to entertain his own mind, just to bond with his kid.

"Y/N! Look at this book! Isn't it cool?" Jack's excited voice broke you out of your thoughts. You smiled wider approaching the two behind the desk, and Spencer's arm instantly found its place nestled around your waist.

"It is! I was there when he bought it but he wouldn't let me see." You ruffled Spencer's hair to tease him, and Jack giggled. It was the plan have one night that weekend where he would read to the two of you. It's something he preferred to do over movie nights, and it definitely worked to wind Jack down before bed. Jack didn't mind either of course, Spencer somehow always knew exactly what books would keep him entertained just long enough for him to drift off in your arms. And so even when you pressed him back at home for even the simplest of plot summaries, he shooed you off with "No spoilers!" You didn't mind though, sharing real reactions to the storyline with Jack was enough for you to drop the subject until "book night" as you would call it.

"What's for dinner?" Jack quickly was distracted by his hunger, making you and Spencer giggle at the boy's sudden drift in attention.

"What would you like?" You crouched down to his level, offering your arms for him to shift into, an offering he took up without second thought. That was something Spencer noticed too. Something you had in common. How naturally kids gravitated and felt comfortable around you. It was something you both adored about each other. Now Spencer's mind was the one full of scenarios in a future that seemed distant. More distant than it might have really been.

"How about pizza?" Spencer broke himself out of those thoughts, deciding to tuck them into a mental folder labelled 'conversations for another time'. Jack's eyes lit up, as any young boy's would at the mention of junk food, and he shifted in your arms with a look in his eyes that you swore would get you in trouble with a certain father of his one day. This too for another time.

"Only if you eat something green on the side." Your voice was stern, but soft enough to keep the conversation light. Jack nodded with a wide smile and raised his hands, exclaiming in victory. You smiled up at Spencer. 'What good babysitters we are.' 'The favourites, obviously.' You communicated through only a simple nod to each other.

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Pizza had gone down a treat. Spencer and Jack shared a plain cheese, and you had a smaller pizza to yourself, your reward for babysitting. (Although it wasn't from who you were babysitting for, and you're sure Hotch would put money in your hands instead when he picks Jack up, turning and leaving before you even get a chance to deny.) Still, it was a nice change from regularly balanced meals.

Jack couldn't resist any longer, begging the both of you for book night the second the dishes were washed and back in their places. "Pleaaase can we read the book?" And how could you ever say no to him?

Within a few minutes you found yourself sprawled on the couch, Jack nestled into your side and draped over you, whilst Spencer tucked himself into the other end, your feet on his lap as he read to the both of you. You had to admit, the book was entertaining, something about a family who move to a house near a railway, the father being imprisoned.

It didn't take long for Jack's eyes to droop, fluttering closed as he fought sleep. You had to hold in a laugh every time he readjusted in your arms, trying to find a position that would stop him from falling asleep. But the second you ran your hands through his hair, he gave in. Spencer's voice grew quieter as the boy grew sleepier, and when he noticed his breathing growing slow and sleepy, he closed the book, turning his attention towards you.

His hands found your ankles, massaging them as an act of love, and you sat in silence for a while, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

"Do you ever think about it?" He spoke quietly after a while, his voice was ever so soft that you almost didn't register the question.

"Hm? About what?" You murmured back. Opening your eyes, fighting sleep yourself.

Spencer shrugged, his hands rubbing softly against your skin. "Kids..." His voice was quiet, like he was embarrassed to ask. Because truthfully, it was all he could think about. Every time he saw you interact with them, every time you cooed over a baby you walked past, every time you 'aww'ed at the tiny baby clothes in stores. And for what you could swear was the first time, the boy genius was clueless. Because that's all you could think about too.

His eyes darted to yours when you laughed softly, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What?" His face fell, and you felt terrible. "Nevermind, I just thought-"

"Spence... You really haven't noticed?" His brow furrowed even further and he stuttered, racking his brain for something, anything he could have missed. So you decided to put him out of his misery. "With you? I think about it every day it feels like. When I see you with kids, when I see kids, heck, even when i just see baby clothes I'm thinking about how long it'll be until we have our own."

His expression quickly changed to one of joy, he smiled. "Really?"

"Spence, I'd be so lucky to start a family with you... You're so good at it already. You'd be an amazing dad."

He had to fight back the flood of emotions that gnawed at his very being. That's all he wanted. To be a good dad. And the fact that you were willing to give him that, no, you wanted to give him that? He was almost speechless.

"I want to be... and I want that with you." His voice broke with emotion, and your heart flooded with nothing but pure love for the man in front of you. You fell silent for another moment, basking in the love radiating from both ends of the couch. "So, does that mean..." He trailed off, not yet daring to say the words he had been yearning to say.

"We're trying? God, that sounds so scary..." You laughed softly, the words new and unfamiliar.

"Scary, but exciting." Spencer could only smile.

This next step was a huge one, but it's one you were determined to take together.

[audsbot]

Electric Radch

A just and beneficial fanmix.

90′s Anime Opening Theme - In Our Blood (Fenech-Soler)

Skaaiat / Awn - Tightrope (Janelle Monae, ft. Big Boi)

Anaander / Awn - Strong Hand (CHVRCHES)

Awn / One Esk - Roads (Portishead)

Breq / Anaander - Gun (CHVRCHES)

Mercy of Kalr / Breq - Say My Name (ODESZA, ft. Zyra)

Seivarden / Breq - Jolie coquine (Caravan Palace)

Ekalu / Seivarden - Moonsea (Phildel)

Tisarwat / Anaander - Time Is Running Out (Muse)

The Decades / Mercy of Kalr - Shelter (Porter Robinson, Madeon)

Sword of Atagaris / Hetnys - Dirty Laundry (Bitter:Sweet)

Sphene / Minask - Backdrifts (Radiohead)

Queter / Raughd - Kill V. Maim (Grimes)

Dlique / Zeiat - Livin’ In The Sunlight, Lovin’ In The Moonlight (Tiny Tim)

Athoek Station / Uran - Many Moons (Janelle Monae)

The Republic of Two Systems - Burn - Magic Man Remix (Ellie Goulding)

[annleckie]

Hi! I know you don't develop too much outside of the story that's written, but I'm really curious if you have any extra info on Minask you might be willing to share. I dunno if you've noticed, but as a fandom some of us have kind of adopted her, and would love to hear anything else you know. Thanks!

Oh, I know almost nothing about Minask, except that her mother was famous and Sphene loved her.

I’ve noticed that there’s some fan art, and folks talking about her occasionally, which I think is fabulous. :D

[beatrice-otter]

Past Imperfect Recs

past_imperfect fics have gone live!  It's a ficathon for time travel in all its various forms.  There are so many awesome fics in the collection, you really should go read them all.  Here are my favorites: Broken Clock (4237 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Imperial Radch Series - Ann Leckie Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gem of Sphene/Minask Nenkur, Sphene & Queter (Imperial Radch) Characters: Gem of Sphene (Imperial Radch), Queter (Imperial Radch) Additional Tags: Character Invents Time Travel to Save Dead Loved One Summary: “This is not a sane idea,” the mechanic said. Beautiful Sphene voice, and a really interesting take on time travel and Sphene's experiences. away and somewhere else (6359 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julian Bashir/Elim Garak Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Time Travel, Time Shenanigans, Kissing, Canon Compliant Summary: Garak picked through the detritus that remained of his shop, and considered his options. It wasn't going to be easy. Of course it wasn't. The Federation had every reason to be exceptionally careful with the artifact the Bajorans had so courteously lent them—and every reason not to let a Cardassian in the same room with it. (Set during 1.01. Garak receives an unexpected visitor—and is taken to an even more unexpected place.) I'm not much of a Garak/Bashir fan, but I absolutely LOVE the way they've written Garak here, and it fits so neatly into canon. A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy (1280 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Depa Billaba & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Depa Billaba, Kanan Jarrus Additional Tags: Time Travel Summary: Depa stumbled free of the maze, back into the atrium for the Lothal Temple. There was just one problem. The man kneeling between the desiccated bodies of the ancient Jedi was not her master. Short but lovely, achingly beautiful.

[gostaks]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Imperial Radch Series - Ann Leckie Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sphene/Minask (lowkey), Sphene&Minask&Queter Characters: Gem of Sphene (Imperial Radch), Minask Nenkur, Queter (Imperial Radch), Zeiat (Imperial Radch), Seivarden Vendaai, Mercy of Kalr (Imperial Radch) Additional Tags: Resurrection, deus ex presger, Deaf Character, Counters, Battlebots, Ro2SID

Republic of Two Systems Independence Day Exchange gift for @venndaai! We seem to be on the same page, because I already spotted your “Zeiat revives Minask” fic :D

[ssa-writerminds]

could i request an aaron piece with virgin!reader nervous about having their first time w aaron, but aarons just as nervous as reader is? 🤭

Aaron Hotchner || Firsts || 18+ MDNI

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Virgin!Reader, Reader has fem anatomy, but no personal pronouns used, not much dialogue, no mention of protection but imagine they do use it, 2nd person pov. Nicknames used: Honey, my love.

Contents: Aaron understands why you would be nervous for your first time, and so he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable. But what he didn't predict, is how nervous that would make him feel.

A/N: My first ask, so exciting!! ^^ Tysm for submitting. It's a little short, I hope that's okay, but I hope you like it!! :) I feel like I used 'He would' too much in this, and now that I've mentioned it it's all people are gonna be able to focus on, grrr... :')

Aaron would want your first time to be special, but he'd also want you to feel as safe and as comfortable as he could help you feel. His nerves would mix with his excitement, creating an addictive feeling deep inside.

He'd start by kissing you gently, easing you into making out. It wouldn't be like you never tried things before this, you just wouldn't have gone all the way. So he would use this as a way to reassure and ground you. With every advance, he would basically double his kisses.

He would constantly check up on you, asking you if you were sure you were ready, that this is what you wanted, asking you if you liked what he was doing, etcetera.

He'd slip his hands under your clothes so gently, you would barely feel it as your mind is distracted by his lips against yours and his tongue basically down your throat.

That's until his hands reach your breasts, palming them through your bra, or even better if you don't wear them, he would go straight to gently running his thumbs over your nipples.

He'd eventually work off your shirt with your permission and kiss between your sternum, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. "So beautiful." A kiss. "Thank you for letting me see this." Another kiss. "M'so lucky."

You would whine softly, blushing at the noise that escapes you, but he would quickly capture your lips again, smiling. "It's okay, Honey. Just feel." He'd murmur into your ear, and place a soft kiss against your neck. You'd stay like that for a while, his lips and tongue sucking marks into the side of your throat whilst his hands play with your breasts.

At this point your crotch would be grinding into his own, you would feel his length already rock hard under the confines of his dress pants. Your hands would pull off his blazer, undo his tie, and start to unbutton his shirt.

He would pull away for a second and place a hand against your face. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for." He would whisper, looking into your eyes, but he would give in and let you undress him. He would think that perhaps it's a way for you to work out your nerves, much like he's trying to work out his own.

You'd both eventually be in just your pants and underwear. Aaron would be painfully hard, but he wouldn't want to rush you in any way, no matter how much you worry about his pleasure. He would want to make the moment all about you.

At this point he'd ask you if you were comfortable with him going down on you, if you wanted his mouth or fingers first, if it was okay to prep you, etc. When you confirm, he would lay you down, placing kisses over your clothes before gently removing them.

The first sight of your bare cunt makes his cock twitch. He has to hold back a groan at the thought that you were trusting him with this. That you'd never opened yourself up for anyone else like this before.

If you told him you were comfortable with it, he'd place soft kisses against your folds, just taking in the smell and the taste of your arousal. He'd constantly praise you between kisses. "So perfect." He'd eventually venture further, teasing your slit with the tip of his tongue. "So wet for me already. Thank you, Honey." Eventually he'd find your clit, his eyes would constantly check on your face for any signs of hesitation. "Doing so well for me."

By the time he's properly eating you out, you're already close to your first orgasm. His tongue slowly circles your clit, occasionally taking it between his lips and sucking on it. He uses your whines as direction of what you like, what brings you closer to the edge.

His fingers would slowly and gently ease open your hole, starting with one. The tip would press gently against your entrance and make you gasp. He looks up to you, asking again if its okay, and he doesn't venture farther until you say it is.

He eventually speeds up his movements, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt, stretching you open for him. That combined with his tongue working skillfully against your clit would have your legs trembling, your thighs clenching, your walls fluttering.

He'd smile against your skin as you come around his fingers, working you through your first orgasm before lapping up your release. "There you go... Did so well for me. You feeling good?" He'd ask gently, rubbing his hands against the skin of your thighs comfortingly as you come down.

His soft, deep voice would have you eagerly nodding, pulling him towards you again, begging for more. He'd smile as he finally releases his cock from his slacks and boxers. You're eyes might widen seeing his size for the first time, standing upright, his tip red and glistening with his precum.

He'd reassure you the whole time, letting you touch him before you advance any further. He'd groan deeply as your fingers wrap around his shaft, spreading the wetness from his tip to his base.

Once he's sure you're ready, he lines himself up. His eyes look lovingly into your own, he kisses away any nerves the both of you might have as he slowly presses his tip into your entrance. The feeling is new but so addictive. He has to fight to hold back from thrusting deeper into your cunt, choosing to place wet, opened mouthed kisses against your throat as he eases you onto his length.

By the time he's fully sheathed, you're both panting. He constantly checks up on you. "You doing okay, my love?", "Doing so well for me.", "So proud of you.", "It's gonna hurt a little, but tell me if it's too much. Okay?"

Once you've adjusted he'd start slow, working his cock out of your cunt before pushing back in again. You can feel him stretching your walls. You might also feel his hesitation. You'd have to look in his eyes and tell him that you trust him before he allows himself to fuck you properly.

He'd groan in your ear, telling you how good you feel wrapped around him. "So wet for me, so warm.", "Gonna be addicted to this pussy...". The feeling of skin against skin clouding both of your minds, your noises and hot breaths against each other's skin turning you both on impossibly more.

It doesn't take long for you to reach your second orgasm, and although he tries to hold back, it doesn't take him long either.

He would apologize for ending so quickly, telling you that you just felt so good wrapped around him, he'd thank you for allowing him to do this, for opening yourself up like this to him, but you would stroke his hair and tell him that it's okay, you couldn't and wouldn't want to imagine it with anyone else.

He'd lay there for a moment, providing a comforting and grounding weight over your body, before he gets up to clean you both up. You'd spend the rest of the night lay in his arms, his fingers drawing shapes over your skin, placing soft kisses against wherever you both can reach.