#You feel free to do so esp if you're in a state more affected than mine especially but that's a me thing

[venacoeurva]

Okay, but someone could STILL do something really, really funny

[hotchsprncess]

can i please request a luke alvez fic? maybe a little angsty and smutty where they’re like coworkers w/ benefits but they end up catching feelings for each other and they confess during an argument, but they end up having like soft lovey sex yk?

of course totally feel free to ignore this if you’re not feeling it!! thank you

.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ

ahhh tysm for being my first request! i absolutely love this idea esp with luke! i hope you enjoy ₊˚⊹ᰔ p.s: i changed up my writing style a bit with this one (writing more in a novel style rather than chunks of paragraph), so i hope it reads well :)

no harm done ⊹ luke alvez

ᝰ summary : having a coworkers/friends with benefits situation seemed like fun at first, until you broke the one rule you made for yourself: don't fall in love with luke alvez.

ᝰ warnings : fem bau!reader, coworkers/fwb situation, friends to lovers, some jealousy, argument, confession, l-bombs, softdom!luke, sub!reader, praise, bit of dirty talk, nipple play, oral m & f receiving, soft + loving p in v 😮‍💨, creampie

arriving back home after a whole week away on a case was a relief, but the team was a bit on edge nonetheless. everyone was tired and wound up from apprehending the unsub, and you, specifically, were agitated by one luke alvez. he seemed to really hit it off with the lead detective in miami, very obviously flirting with her and even getting her number. yes, you were watching. it wasn't fair to feel this irritated over it, you knew this, but you were far too deep at this point to escape the love you held for luke. when you two started your sexual arrangement after ending up in bed together one drunken night, you were both very explicit that it was just sex and nothing more. no feelings, no strings, nothing. but falling in love with luke crept up on you quickly, one day recognizing how your heart raced when he was near you and how you laid awake at night thinking of him; it all just clicked, and now you were lovesick without an escape.

you huffed as you slumped in the chair at your desk, you and luke being tasked with finishing up the case files. of course.

luke quickly broke the silence looming over the two of you, "if you wanna go home i can finish this up". his phone then pings, a slight smile creeping onto his face. the detective. ugh.

"it's fine, i got it" you state flatly, opening up the file atop your desk. luke doesn't respond, the sounds of his phone keyboard clicking filling the empty bullpen. you sigh, flicking through the pages and images from the case, the gruesomeness of it all hardly affecting you anymore.

after 10 minutes luke was still texting, your leg beginning to bounce from annoyance. the beautiful sound of his chuckle makes you snap, the exhaustion in your body wearing your patience thin.

"why don't you go home instead? clearly you don't wanna do anything" your tone brings his attention away from his phone, slightly taken aback.

"shit, sorry. god forbid i answer a text" he grumbles, putting his phone down on the desk.

"or 20..." you mumble, adding your signature to the file before shutting it.

"say that again?" luke bites back, clicking his pen a few times, something he did when he wanted to keep himself at bay.

"you should've just stayed in florida if she was that exciting" you can't help but let your jealousy overtake you, the words leaving your mouth before you had a chance to stop them.

"god..." luke gets up from his chair, "what's your deal? why is that any of your business?"

you gulp, unsure of a witty response as you're challenged by the man you love.

"cat got your tongue?" he taunts, causing you to rise from your chair as well.

"shut up"

"you were so talkative a minute ago... so tell me, what's the problem?"

you shake your head, heart rate picking up at the frustration beginning to flow through you.

"oh, come on, say it" luke's taunting is getting to you and he can tell.

"i'm in love with you, okay? i love you! that's the problem!" you bend down to grab your bag, intending on running out of there faster than an olympian as you realize what you just said. this is going to ruin everything. his silence says enough, shoving your phone in your pocket as you make a b-line for the glass doors.

"wait!" he exclaims, his hand gingerly wrapping around your wrist to pull you back. you curse the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, raising your head to meet his eyes.

"just let me go, luke. i'm already embarrassed enough and-"

"i love you too" he blurts, his hand moving to interlace your fingers. "i love you so much.."

"l-luke" you stutter, "you're not just saying that?"

he shakes his head, "i know we said no feelings, but how could i not fall in love with you?" he smiles as a blush fills your cheeks.

"i'm sorry, for what i said... and the detective. i figured you didn't feel the same, so i thought what's the harm in a distraction?" he speaks softly, bringing you in closer so you were flush against him.

"i'm sorry too, i didn't mean to act that way" you whisper, your hands flowing into his hair. he hums at the feeling, his hands squeezing your hips.

"you know what that does to me" he chuckles softly, his lips grazing yours.

"oh yeah?" you whisper back, tightening your grip just the slightest bit.

"mhmmm, but not here, let me take you back to mine and love on you".

the drive to luke's felt way longer than 25 minutes, the two of you eagerly busting through the door. you pull him down to you, feverishly kissing him. he hums and starts to shuffle you both into his room, feeling lucky that his apartment was small and easy to navigate. he pulls away from the kiss, his hands running up your body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. he removes your shirt and tosses it to the side, smiling down at you as his hands creep to the clasp of your bra, allowing the straps to fall down your shoulders. he tosses your bra in the vicinity of your shirt, turning back to cup your breasts. you let out a noise of satisfaction, arching slightly into his touch.

"you're fucking beautiful" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting his own travel.

his lips kiss down your neck and chest, pausing to adore your nipples. he moves to the right first, flicking his tongue over it and circling it. as the whines escape you he wastes no time sucking it into his mouth, pressing his face into you. he repeats the same to your other nipple, his lips continuing their path down your torso. he chuckles as he reaches the waistband of your pants, observing how you grind ever so slightly into the air, searching for friction.

"are you needy for something, princess?" he teases, undoing your pants and tugging them down as well as your panties.

"you, need more of you" you say breathily, eyes locked on luke as you step out of your pants. he stands up, moving to the bed and lying flat on his back.

"on my face, baby, come here" he beckons you over to which you swiftly oblige, eagerly straddling his face and hovering your pussy over his mouth, a soft blush filling your cheeks.

"don't hold back on me now" luke smiles up at you, pulling you down by the thighs. his tongue instantly slides through your folds, the warmth of it pulling a moan out of you.

"jesus" you gasp, your hands landing on his headboard so you can brace yourself, unsure how long your legs will remain stable for. his tongue continues to collect your wetness, gliding and devouring every inch of you.

his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with expertise. every movement had your legs shaking the slightest bit more, your hands gripping the headboard for dear life.

"luke, oh my god" you whine loudly, your hips involuntarily grinding your pussy against his tongue. he nods against you, humming, as you chase your orgasm.

"fuck, fuck, i'm so close" you gasp, luke's hands squeezing your thighs in encouragement.

"i'm cumming!" you squeal, thighs tightening around his head as you cum on his tongue. your grinding slows to a stop as you finishing riding out your orgasm, catching your breath as you remove yourself from luke's face.

"always taste so sweet" he smiles at you, your heart swelling at how handsome he is.

"i'm glad" you giggle, making your way down the bed and situating yourself between his legs. "i think it's time you get some clothes off too", you say as you push his shirt up his body.

he tosses his shirt onto the floor as you begin to unbuckle his belt, throwing that along with his jeans and boxers to the floor as well. you ogle at his cock for a moment, admiring how hard it was for you. you wrap a hand around his length, letting your spit fall onto his tip. you use your spit to stroke him a few times before leaning in, taking his tip into your mouth. though propped up on his elbows to watch you, luke tosses his head back at the pleasure anyways, his tip always being excessively sensitive. you gradually start to bob your head up and down his cock, taking more of him in your mouth each time.

"that's it, oh shit" he moans, his hands gripping the duvet below you both. you take him in as far as you can, holding there for a second and allowing him to relish in the sensation.

he groans as you continue to pleasure him, the warmth and wetness of your mouth overwhelming him with ecstasy. you pull off to get some air, kissing down his shaft and licking your way back up.

"my god, you're perfect" he breathes, eyes boring into yours. you begin to suck his tip again, tasting his precum on your tongue. you croon around him as a result, swirling your tongue around it.

"fuck... you better stop before i cum in your mouth, princess" he chuckles, welcoming you with a kiss as you come face-to-face with him once more. your hands run down his biceps while you kiss, and he maneuvers you both so he is above you.

he takes one hand to line himself up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he smirks and pushes in, slowly at first to help you adjust to his size.

"you can move... please" you mewl, tugging him closer with your legs.

"of course" he starts to thrust, finding a pace that isn't necessarily fast but also isn't too slow; a perfect medium where he plunges deep inside of you with each thrust.

"shit, baby.." you whine, your hands roaming his back. he drops his forehead against yours, breath grazing your lips while he lovingly fucks into you.

"i love you so fucking much" he whispers, particularly thrusting hard and deep as he spoke the words you've longed to hear.

"i love you" you whisper back, nails pressing into his smooth skin.

the sound of skin slapping was music to your ears, his hips never faltering as he gave you both pleasure. the feeling of luke inside of you never got old, the way he took up space in your pussy and made you his.

"you're mine... mine" he starts to pick up his pace, hips slamming into you repeatedly.

"yours" you scratch down his back, knowing he is getting closer and closer to the edge. "please, give it to me, fill me please" you ask for his release, his eyes fluttering shut at your words.

he thrusts a few more times before fulling pressing into you, his cock twitching as he fills you up, just as you asked. his chest heaves as he collects himself, pressing a kiss to your forehead. he remains above you, admiring how you look underneath him.

"will- will you be my girlfriend?" luke asks, his large hand cupping your cheek with care.

"silly question, alvez, of course" you lean into his touch, eagerly kissing him again as he connects your lips.

kissing your boyfriend. luke alvez was your boyfriend.

[mewos-laptop]

Hi, I’m so sorry but could you give some advice on how I could tell if I have did/osdd? My memory has been really weird lately and my identity has been all over the place and I have considered it before then decided that I just accidentally convinced myself I had symptoms that I didn’t have but idk anymore and not knowing makes me feel mentally not great.

If you’re willing to give some advice thank you so much, I’m sorry for asking anonymously but I have a lot of anxiety around being wrong about stuff and more about people knowing when I’m wrong about stuff lol

This is not at all forced by the way, thisnks for taking the time to read this

First off, don't apologize for asking on anon !!! Plurality can be rlly personal for folks, and we had the same anxiety when we were questioning. The internet can be very unkind, and it can be rlly distressing for those of us sensitive to how we're perceived, so we understand 100%

Second, what you're describing definitely sounds like some sort of dissociation, which can come from multiple places or disorders, but most of which can affect your identity and how you view yourself and the different "parts" of yourself

I definitely don't have the information nor expertise to diagnose anyone with anything, but our biggest piece of advice to you would be to seek out positive, anti-fakeclaiming spaces. The system community on Tumblr can be very negative about this cluster of disorders, and can... get very hostile to others, and we can 100% understand the internalized fakeclaiming of your own experiences due to how rampant it is within the system community esp

Second, try to see if any of your "emotional states" have different traits to yourself or your body. Do you find that when you get angry or sad you feel like someone else has taken over your body, or that you're still YOU, but just a more extreme version of one emotion or group of emotions ?

Try to communicate and pinpoint what you think may be headmates, and try to be conscious of switches if possible. This was one of our biggest reasons we started questioning again

For us, what we look out for in switches is either a feeling of being possessed (still being conscious as yourself, but it feels as though someone else is controlling you and you can't do much about it other than influence them if need be), or, as mentioned above, experience "hyperemotion," where the emotion(s) take a mind of their own and feel like the host but a little to the left and more "concentrated" in their emotions

Third, and possibly the most important for us, eventually at some point continuing to just sit there and question without action doesn't work anymore. For us, we let our headmates post on Tumblr and make themselves known to me, and eventually we went from calling them "emotional states" or "extreme moodswings" to calling them headmates or alters, and we haven't found any reason to not believe that what we experience is plurality so far in our journey, so we've stuck with the labels

For us, discovering our plurality has been a bit like gender or sexuality, where you eventually just have to take the leap and call yourself plural and see if it fits or not, and how it makes you feel. And, you know what ? If you make a mistake and it's not plurality, *you will probably know and realize the labels don't fit you*

And if you don't have that sense and you realize that calling yourself a system or plural or collective or WHATEVER is comfortable, validating, or even enjoyable to you ? Then there's a good 99% chance you're plural

Sending so much love to you on your journey, anon. We believe in you, and we hope that our advice has helped at least a little bit. Systemhood is so deeply personal for many, and we hope that, if nothing else, our advice and experiences can bring you some comfort and point you in the right direction

Our plural moots can feel free to add onto this if they'd like !! /gen, nf

[ceciliablossoms]

I saw you did emergency requests, feel free to ignore if not.

Tw: Childhood Neglect

Lately it's just hit me hard how emotionally neglectful my family is. And now I just feel really alone in the world and scared. I've been conditioned to think, I shouldn't stand up for myself (I still do, thankfully because of a rebellious spirit) and has left me with a complex saying sorry for everything. I have to explain what's going on to my siblings and they viciously mock me for it. One parent is complicit in this arrangement, and the other a boundary steamroller. I try to do something but I get proverbially shot everytime I try. I just feel so alone, hurt, forgotten, guilty and above all helpless.

Anyways maybe some comfort from Kaeya and/or Zhongli?

Thank you for listening. I know these things can be hard to witness, so I appreciate the fortitude

No I completely understand. One of my parents is a chronic guilt tripper and hyper aggressive manipulator.

So I 100% get why you feel that way. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on I'm here for you, yea? I promise I'll listen of you ever need to vent about it. I'm sorry you have to go through that, truly.

TW: Neglect, Abuse Mention

Zhongli

Esp when he sees you in emotional shambles

Curious when he sees you upset

And when you hug him tightly he's confused for a moment but returns it

Goes full dad mode

Your state frustrates him

He may not be a father in the literal sense

But he knows damn well that that's not how family is supposed to act

So he tries to undo all of the negative teachings

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and tries very hard to make sure your family's actions don't affect you too much in every way he can

His presence is very much a safe space and he makes damn sure it stays that way

He'll do whatever he can to help and make you feel better

Even if it's just a shoulder to cry on

He will listen as long as you need him to

And he'll give you some of his words of wisdom and lots of reassurance

He'll also do what he can to distract you if you need that as well

Tea with him becomes a regular thing and outings become more frequent even if it's just a stroll around the harbour

Kaeya

Was going to originally make one of his usual comments

Until he sees how upset you look

He knows how it feels to be helpless and guilty

Maybe not for the same reasons but he understands

He drops the coy act and sits next to you on the stairs

He doesn't touch you unless you want him to because he understands that it may not be the best time

But if you initiate or tell him it's okay he'll hold you

He'll listen intently as you rant, not commenting until you're finished

He'll give you a moment to finish regaining your composure before he speaks

Condemns your family's actions first and foremost

Ponders his words

But basically tells you bonds you choose are stronger than family bonds, his time in mondstadt on his mind

Probably the most down to earth you've heard him be

Offers to let you crash on the sofa in his office if you ever need to get away

He'll stay with you too dw