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dreamingoftaehyun · 1 year

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"please sir" | l.sm

pair: COLLEGE professor! lee seokmin x afab! reader

summary: you fail your favourite professors class and you make a deal with him to help you pass.

warnings: porn with a tiny bit of plot, lowkey cringy, soft dom! seokmin, unprotected sex (don't do this), he cums inside, spanking, praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slightly inexperienced reader, pet names like good girl, baby, darling.

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is the first time i’m posting on tumblr and i’m kinda scared but i’m pretty proud of this fic so i hope you like it :) also i was listening to crazy in love the whole time i wrote this, honestly helped me finish it

professor lee was the kindest teacher you'd ever had. he was the hot, single professor on campus everyone had a crush on. sometimes he'd even teach you things one on one if you were struggling, and he'd take time out of his day just to talk to you. his attention got to the point that your classmates swore he definitely played favourites, but you knew he had a motive behind his actions. your knowledge lead you to today, in his office, crying because you had gotten your (luckily not final) results for this term. and you just flunked professor lee's class.

you felt guilty because he'd literally tutored you at his own free will. what a waste, you thought. you hadn't meant to start crying while trying to explain yourself to the man, but the tears pricked at your eyes.

"y/n, it's alright that you failed. it's only the the second term, you have next semester to prove yourself." he tried his best to comfort you.

"i feel so hopeless, sir... i'm so sorry," you continued your rant, more tears staining your cheeks. professor lee stood up now, making his way to you.

putting a hand on your shoulder, he made you look him in the eyes. "you're not hopeless, y/n. everyone fails in life. you just have to keep on going and try harder next time, which i know you will. you're an intelligent person."

he started to wipe your tears with a tissue, and smiled so warmly your heart almost melted.

then an idea popped into your head. sure, it would embarrass you for life if he declined, but somehow you just knew he wouldn't.

"sir... what would i need to do if you changed my score before the final results come out?"

professor lee's smile dropped, and he took his hand off your shoulder. "y/n, are you trying to bribe me?"

he was putting on an act all of a sudden, you could see through him. "so what if i am? you'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

he sighed, breaking eye contact with you and leaning backwards onto his desk and folded his arms. "what makes you think i would?"

"i'm your favourite student, mr. lee." you smiled sweetly, making him look at you again. taking in a breath, he stuttered. "i-i don't play favourites."

humming, you kept the sickly sweet smile on your face as you tried your best to plead with the man. "don't lie to your favourite student, mr. lee. you wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

he groaned in annoyance as he put both of his hands on your shoulders. "you want to play this game, y/n?"

you nodded. "i'll do anything you want me to. as long as you keep my end of the deal, mr lee."

professor lee scoffed, but then he leaned closer to your ear, "my name is seokmin, baby."

the pet name made you shudder. "tell me what you want me to do, seokmin."

"bend over the desk for me, y/n." he ordered and you obliged. you heard his footsteps walk away from you, hearing the lock click shortly after.

his hands on your waist made you jump a little. "be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay?" he whispered before pulling your pants down to your ankles. "now, i don't think i should reward you yet after what you just pulled."

you whined and seokmin chuckled at your state. then, he slapped your right cheek with force, making you cry out at the suddenness.

he rubbed your ass and shushed you. "not too loud, don't want people to hear how desperate you are for me, y/n."

you opened your mouth to speak, but he slapped your opposite cheek making your jaw shut tight. "what should i do with you baby?"

"use me, sir... please," you mewl. your panties were soaked at this point. as if seokmin read your mind, he dragged a finger along your clothed cunt. "so needy..."

"all for you- ah!" another slap. "no talking except for you counting the slaps, got that?" his dominant tone made you writhe under him. he slapped your ass again. "three..."

you peeked behind you. seokmin's shirt was buttoned down and open, showing off his toned chest. he then wrapped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"is this okay, darling?" he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. when you gave your consent, he pulled them down. "so pretty..." he breathed out, seokmin made you turn around and sit on the desk facing him, before getting on his knees in front of you. when you felt his breath against your warmth, you suddenly felt insecure.

"no one's ever eaten me out before," you squeaked out, and seokmin stared up into your eyes. "i'll make you feel good, darling."

he buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds made your eyes shut tightly. he started eating you out like a man starved.

it took everything not to moan loudly, your hand clamped over your mouth and only quiet whimpers escaping. seokmin kept eye contact with you the whole time he tongue-fucked you.

his nose bumped your clit every few seconds, and you didn't know when he slipped a finger inside of you until he started pumping.

he tore his mouth away from you for a moment, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as two of his slender fingers fucked into you. "tastes so good, exactly how i imagined..." he trailed off, his eyes now transfixed onto your cunt taking his fingers in.

the knot in your stomach was so close to breaking, soft moans getting louder and more desperate. "sir, i'm gonna-!"

then, he withdrew his fingers from you. "sorry baby, but i need to feel you cum on my cock."

"not fair, i was so close!" you huffed. seokmin chuckled darkly, turning you around again and bending you over. another slap to your ass, "for talking back."

you had an internal battle with yourself, whether you wanted to be a brat and have him punish you more or be good and have him finally fuck you.

seokmin unbuckled his belt and you watched as his pants pooled down to his ankles. "do you want me to take you from behind or in front, y/n?"

"i wanna see you..." you murmur, embarrassment flushing your face. "of course you do darling," seokmin teased as he turned you around again.

when you made eye contact, he pulled you in for a kiss. not a quick peck, or a sloppy one, but a kiss filled with love. you felt his smile on your skin and you couldn't help but reciprocate.

when you pulled away, you could finally take a good look at the man you've been dying to fuck since the first day of his class. he was beautiful, from his pretty face to his drool-worthy abs. then, your eyes trailed further down and you saw his bulge.

you nearly salivated at the thought of his dick in your mouth, but you decided that's for another day. "i don't have a condom, are you on the pill? i'm clean." seokmin pulled you from your thoughts.

"yeah, i'm clean too," you breathed out and seokmin pulled you into another kiss as he pulled his boxers down.

you couldn't resist and your hands wrapped around his length, and seokmin let out a small gasp. smirking, you started to pump him and he turned into putty in your hands.

spreading your legs, you spit on your hand and pumped his length more before bringing the tip to your hole. "fuck me, sir."

as fast as the words left your mouth, he pushed inside. "fuck, you're so tight,"

you'd only ever had sex once before, so the feeling of having someone inside you was basically foreign. it hurt, but the pain was so worth it.

"are you okay?" seokmin asked, and you let out a small whimper as he finally entered fully inside of you. "yeah, just- wait a minute."

he stayed still until you tapped his shoulder and he started moving at a slow pace. he kept at it for a bit, but you grew impatient. "seokmin, i said use me."

he moaned at your words and picked up the pace, sounds of skin slapping and both of your noises combined filled the small office.

"want me to use you like the good girl you are, huh?" he grunted out, snaking a hand between you and started rubbing your clit. "oh fuck, wanted you for so long..."

seokmin's confession slipped your mind, too lost in the pleasure to care. his cute moans filled your ear and his thrusting started getting sloppy. "ah- baby, can i cum inside? wanna.. please," he begged.

him pathetically moaning above you turned you on so much more then you thought it would. "fuck, yes! fill me up seokmin,"

"cum on my cock baby, i know you can do it." he started rubbing at your clit faster. your legs started shaking as you tried wrapped them around his waist, pulling seokmin closer to you.

the heat radiating off both your bodies and the smell of sex was intoxicating. your moans started becoming pitchier as his thrusts reached your g-spot.

"ohmygod, i'm gonna cum!" you cried out as your legs trembled while you came undone. his name never left your lips, chanting it like a mantra as seokmin kept thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

your hands glazed over his sweat covered chest, letting him use you to release. the overstimulation from your orgasm made your breath hitch and legs feel like jelly.

"y/n, i'm close, fuck!" seokmin whimpered as he released inside you, his warmth painting your walls white. sounds of panting and the clock in the corner ticking filled your ears.

seokmin pulled out of you with a shy smile as if you hadn't just had sex, and quickly got some tissues from the box on his desk. he cleaned you up, wiping his cum and your sweat off of you. you were both quiet and you couldn't figure out what to say.

"thank you, y/n... i really liked that," seokmin spoke up, albeit rather awkwardly. now you suddenly felt embarrassed for using your teacher like this.

when you opened your mouth to speak, his lips enveloped yours. you slid a hand up his chest, and his nails digged into your waist. "i'd like to do this again," he whispered on your lips.

"seriously?" your eyes widened. you didn't expect that. seokmin giggled when he saw your reaction. "of course, i've been giving you signals all semester!"

"if you give me a good mark i'll go on a date with you," you joke.

"well, i was actually going to pass you when i reread your paper before you came into my office anyways," seokmin shrugged and your jaw dropped. "so i embarrassed myself for no reason?!"

"darling, you're the best pussy i've ever had. i don't think you embarrassed yourself." he whispers in your ear. you want to slap the smirk off of his face, but he was way too pretty to lay a finger on.

"so, that date's still on right?"

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luckykiwiii101 · 7 months

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Hi Wii!! 💖

It's finally my turn. My own void success story💕💕. ahhh i'm so happy! This is kind of long so sorry for that.

So, just for a back story, I have been terminally ill for a while now. I was always in pain and even after discovering subliminals 5 years ago i was never fully 'able' to get rid of my illness. But then I came across the void state one day on tiktok while looking through shifting methods and instantly knew that it was for me. The thought of it genuinely made me so happy and not in like a 'i'll get all my desires' way but in like a 'ofc i can give myself whatever I want.' way. But i kinda fell down a rabit hole on tumblr and really put the void on a pedestal that i had to 'pass' in order to get anything😔.

But then, a few weeks ago, it really clicked. I did one of those 3-day challenges (i didn't follow anyone elses, just made up my own routine and stuck to it.) and it helped tremendously both with my self concept and void concept. i know these aren't really important but they sure help lol.

Anyway i didn't get in the void in those 3 days but i realised that instead of hating not waking up in the void, my thought process was just ''well, i'm getting closer aren't I?" and i honestly caught myself off guard with that🎀🎀.

But then last night, i got ready for bed and went to sleep. But I kept waking up in the middle of the night because it was kinda hot. Anyway, i had a holiday from school so I was gonna sleep in.

My sister had to go to school tho and we share a room so when she wakes up, i usually do as well just because of all the rustling. She opened the light to our room and i felt a faint light infront of my eyes. I couldn't hear her then for a while but I just assumed that was because she left the room. Then my hearing came back and she was asking me about smth so i opened my eyes but noticed that the 'source' of the light i felt while my eyes were closed was different to which light was open in the room(I really hope that made sense). I then realised that it took awhile for me to properly feel my body again and thats when i realized i was in the void- aware- for once!! 💗💗

I honestly wasn't surprised that I woke up in the void without doing anything because I have full faith in myself but it has really helped me make my belief in the void even stronger. I have a whole list of things i want to get so when i get in the void again tonight, I'm gonna affirm for all my desires!! Wait for my full success story please 💖💖

Also, to all the people out there, i know it's hard but all you genuinely need to do is trust yourself and your power, remember you are The Creator.

Thanks again Wii, you've been great help.

(btw, so sorry for any typos, english is not my first language😔)

Success Story ✨✨✨✨💗💗💗

This is truly amazing!!

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! AND EVEN MORE PROUD THAT YOU ACTUALLY TOOK YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR OWN HANDS!!! MORE PEOPLE SHOULD BE LIKE YOU!!!

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five-bi-five-mind · 1 year

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request where you’re rossi’s daughter and work for the BAU and you and emily start dating but keep it a secret until you get hurt on the job and she won’t leave your side and saying that she loves you and when you wake up she kisses you in front of the team and everyone is like, “yes!!” and rossi is just confused

Overprotective

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt & Comfort

Words: 7k+

Summary: Ever since you and Emily entered a relationship, she got a little too protective of you. It didn't help that she was also your boss, but still you didn't love that she was holding you back from doing your job. It also didn't help that your father figure worked with you, that was two people holding you back from your job. So when you finally put your foot down with Emily and got out in the field once more, none of you expected what would happen next...

Warnings: Blood mention; hospital scenes; mentions of car accidents; mentions of head trauma.

A/N: I'm so bad at descriptions... Anyways, this is my own take on the request. And also proud of myself for kinda posting three fics back to back. This one is a lil late but still one a day so far. Yayyyy 1k celebration continues lol

Emily was an overworrier. She always had been, but when it came to you.. well, she took things to a whole new level.

To say she was protective of you was an understatement and honestly it caused some tension in your relationship. She had been in the BAU far longer than you, but you were an agent too and had been for a few years now. Either way, even if Emily was your girlfriend, in the workplace she treated you like a rookie.

Most of the team just thought she was hard on you. No one really knew that you two were a little more than colleagues. It hasn’t even been long since you two realized you had feelings for each other, but as soon as you did everything just clicked. You both fell fast and hard to say the least.

And in that time Emily got more and more protective. There were some curious eyes, people had their suspicions. One person in particular changed the way he looked at your interactions and any time he was near, it made your palms sweat and your stomach twist. Rossi was always one to keep a close eye on you. He was protective too, just like Emily, if not even more so. It wasn’t like you could blame either of them though.

Rossi was the closest thing to a father you ever knew; he watched you grow up and make your way to your position at the BAU. He never pulled strings, he never asked for favors. Rossi made it clear that you earned this position and everyone who worked with you saw just how true that was. So of course, he was a proud and protective man when it came to you. Just as Emily was a proud and protective girlfriend.

But as you and Emily got closer you could tell it piqued his interest. He would linger in a room if you two were left behind by the rest of the team. He'd stop and peek around a corner if he saw Emily get a little too close when she needed to discuss a case. You weren’t blind either, you were trained to notice things and you definitely noticed the way his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what was going on.

He even asked you about it once, approaching you with innocent curiosity to which you tried your best to shrug off.

His question was simple, he had you trapped in a car as he was driving you home so his timing was perfect. You literally couldn’t avoid him without jumping out. So when he said “do you want to tell me what’s going on between you and Emily?” All you could think to answer was “it’s complicated” and, yeah, that was true.

Luckily for you he just gave you a skeptical “alright, kid.” Before turning his attention back to the road. The amount of relief you felt when he didn’t pry any further was immense.

You told Emily that night over the phone that he questioned you and she tried her best to keep her distance from you in public ever since. The overprotectiveness was still there, but so was this awkward silence that happened whenever another member of the team was alone with the two of you.

Not only was Emily’s overprotective nature a problem, but now so was all this secretiveness. Something which you point blank told Emily needed to change. She was hesitant, worried about how it may look for both of you, but especially you. The man who raised you was on your team and now you were dating the boss. Yeah, some people might point to nepotism, but your work spoke for itself. Plus, the team knows and respects you enough to understand that wasn’t the case.

Emily still refused and insisted you both wait a bit longer, to which you begrudgingly agreed. You didn’t love being a secret but you also weren’t about to leave the woman you were head over heels for just because of a tricky situation.

So when you agreed to wait you still let Emily know you both couldn’t hide forever. Her overprotective nature would get her busted, or Rossi would see something he shouldn’t, or hell maybe another member of the BAU would put the pieces together. Both of you were, after all, surrounded by profilers. It was everyone’s job to be perceptive.

Emily still exuded confidence when she said she was sure it would happen on both of your terms. Of course, not everything is that simple. Especially not after today.

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This case was brutal. Many people had gotten injured in their past pursuit of the unsub and each time the unsub slipped away. The team had been on this case longer than most and was following as best they could.

You were deep in this case too, following every development and giving your insight as best you could. Emily was not happy. She insisted you stay back at the police station you were helping rather than be out in the field. Even more, she had tried to convince you to stay all the way back at Quantico, but of course that wasn't going to fly. You won that fight by convincing Emily if you stayed back her exaggerated concern for your safety would be evident and people would get suspicious. She was frustrated, but she agreed.

But even then as you two made your way to the precinct for this case, you both argued back and forth. Emily begged you to stay still and work behind the scenes, but you weren’t going to do that when the rest of the team was putting themselves in direct danger. That included both Emily and Rossi.

“It’s not like you wouldn’t be helping! We need a member there, to keep an eye on what comes in.” Emily was so stubbornly insistent.

“Okay, but that’s what the general police force is for.” You tried your best to stand your ground. “I’m going out in the field with the rest of you, Emily. I’m tired of being sidelined, because you don’t think I’m capable.”

“It’s not that!” Emily’s voice was raised as she tried to defend her position. Lucky for the both of you, this fight escalated in the privacy of your own hotel room. One that you very sneakily and strategically booked right next to Emily and no one else. “Even Rossi would say this is a bad idea.”

“Don’t bring Rossi into this! Of course, he’d say that he’s almost as bad as you are.” Saying Rossi would back anything up for Emily was just another sign that your girlfriend and your father figure were way too protective of you. It was starting to get very old very fast. “You know, Emily, this whole protective girlfriend thing is really not working out if it’s also interfering with my work here as part of the team.”

“What are you saying?” Emily looked at you with skepticism in her eyes. You knew you were taking this argument one step further, but you couldn’t help it.

“I’m saying that if we’re to have a relationship this has to be an equal partnership.” Emily was full on glaring at you now, but you weren’t finished. “We can’t have that if you shield me from everything like a child!”

“I am not shielding you!” Emily threw back with clear frustration written all over your face.

“Yes, Emily, you are.”

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Emily’s frustration dropped immediately at that and you almost felt sorry for the way you were putting your foot down. She looked vulnerable at that moment and genuinely concerned. You knew she was; you knew the thought of anything happening to you killed her because it did the same for you when you thought about her being in direct danger. Still, you were part of the team and you needed to pull your weight. You were not going to be sidelined just because you were the boss’ girlfriend.

“I know that,” you sighed. “But you have to trust that I’m capable of taking care of myself while we work. It’s part of the job. I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you.”

“Then what is it? Really, Emily, what is it?” You felt that frustration bubble up in you again. “If it’s about worrying if I’d get hurt, don’t you think I have that same worry about you? But I don’t try to convince you to stay back. If you really trust my abilities as part of this team you wouldn’t be so up in arms about the idea of me actively working on this case. So do you? Do you really trust me as a member of this team?”

“I do, but…” Emily trailed off. That “but” said it all for you and you just nodded. It told you she didn’t think you were as capable as the rest of the team, as skilled. You worked your ass off to get here and even your own girlfriend didn’t think you were ready for this position. That stung.

“I think you should go,” you nodded towards the door to your hotel room. “I need time alone.”

Emily went to speak but stopped herself when you gave her a pleading look to at least respect your need for space. She looked almost like a sad puppy with her head hung low as she walked out the door.

It wasn’t a great way to end the night, and the tension between you two was certainly palpable throughout the rest of the day. That is, until the accident happened.

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No one saw it coming. How could they? The MO of the unsub was calculation, even when backed into a corner. So when the team got so close they found the unsubs home and you got the call to come quick, no one expected him to take off full speed in a hijacked car. And what was worse was the lack of eyes on where he went as he sped through a suburb to escape.

You were riding shotgun while Alvez swerved the car around and whipped through the streets upon being informed that the unsub was on the run. What you were looking for was a man on foot, not even aware of his hot wiring abilities. So when a car rammed straight into the passenger side of Alvez’s SUV at top speed, shock flooded both your systems right before everything went dark.

When you regained consciousness, if you could even really say that you did, all you heard were sirens and yelling. Hands were yanking at you and with each moment they jostled you, sharp pain shot through your entire body. There were sounds of gurgled coughs that hit your ears closer than the yelling that surrounded you and eventually, as you felt warm liquid drip from your lips, you realized those sounds were coming from you. The taste of iron in your mouth mixed with the horrible pounding of your head was making you nauseous.

Your eyes cracked open, but everything around you was a blur. You managed to turn your head, wincing in pain at that simple movement, and saw who was tugging at you. Even if your vision was severely hindered, you knew who it was.

When the accident happened, most of the team wasn’t far behind, leaving everyone chasing the unsub watch helplessly as he smashed into the car Alvez drove. When that happened, Emily made a mad dash out of her own SUV straight to where you were. Now, Emily was trying her best to tug the seat belt strapped to your body, her hands trying to check your whole torso. Your eyes moved to her hands, your head lulling further down with your gaze than you meant to move it as you tried to look. The blurred form of her fingertips were covered in a crimson red and it just confirmed your suspicion that you were losing blood.

“Hold on, just– Just hold on, okay?” Emily’s voice felt like an echo in a tunnel, so far away from you. Still, though it only faintly hit your ears, you could hear her worry. Your heart squeezed, knowing that you were somehow the cause. You tried to will your hands to cover hers, not sure if they were actually moving for you like you wished.

Emily stopped her frantic check of your body. “Help is coming soon, okay?” Her hands pressed to your face, your own blood smeared to your cheeks as she held your head up for you. “Stay with me, you have to stay with me. Keep your eyes open, okay?”

The words felt like they were getting further and further away, even if you were aware of the fingertips pressed to your cheeks. Your eyes squinted, as if you thought that would clear the fog that clouded your vision. It didn’t, but still you tried to hear Emily and to will yourself to listen.

At this point, Emily’s hands were the only thing that was keeping your head from falling back. The strength to keep your eyes open and your head up was way too much for you. Your limbs were feeling heavier too, and your body was feeling cold, as if your veins turned to ice.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Emily’s voice was pleading. “Keep those eyes on me, okay love? Keep them on me.” They were slipping; you were slipping. You could feel the heaviness of your eyelids as you gave all your remaining strength to keep them open.

In the distance, you thought maybe you could hear the sound of heavy footsteps rushing up towards the both of you. Hands were on you again, this time rougher, as the ones on your cheeks were pried away.

“Ma’am, step back,” a voice ordered. You didn’t hear a reply, the horrible jostling of your body had another anguished groan rip from your lips. A sob followed, but you thought it couldn’t possibly be you. Your body didn’t feel like it was capable of doing anything else other than succumb to the pain. Before you could feel your body be fully removed from the mangled car, your eyes slipped shut. The last thought you had was of Emily’s request and your guilt for not being able to fulfill it. Consciousness quickly slipped from your body the minute your eyes fell shut, your head finally falling back.

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She was a mess. The way you looked, so broken and bleeding in that car had been forever burned into her brain. The last conversation she had with you was replaying through her mind as her foot anxiously tapped on the hospital’s dull white floors.

Half the team sat next to her. Each one of them looked the exact same as her, just as worried. Rossi was going through many different stages of emotions. Anger at what had happened, denial that you could even possibly be teetering on the edge of death, and then worry that he might never see your bright smile again.

The car had been totaled, your side crunched in with many different injures scattering your body. When the paramedics came they dragged you away so fast without giving Emily the chance to come with you. Luckily, Alvez wasn’t too badly injured, a mild concussion and some cuts from the broken glass. Minimal stitches needed, so Emily didn’t have to worry about it. It was you that she was spiraling over. She had never hopped in her car and sped faster than she did today. The worst thoughts were going through her head all the while.

What would happen if you died before she got to the hospital? What would happen if you died on the table? The worry that ensnared her made her hands tremble as she sat and kept rubbing anxiously at her knuckles.

Your blood still stained her clothes too, but she had long washed it off her fingertips. Tara had recommended she get a change of clothes from the hotel, but she had adamantly refused. To most of the team, they thought she was just feeling guilty for giving in to your insistence on being in the field. Although, how anyone, even Reid, could see this incident coming, would’ve been impossible.

Another good thing, if Emily could even call it good, was that the accident incapacitated the unsub. This easily allowed Reid and JJ to apprehend him and make the arrest. Meanwhile, Emily was busy running to you and desperately trying to find some possible way to help you from dying right there in front of her. There was a lot of blood, a lot of glass that shattered and slashed through your skin on almost all of your body. From small cuts, to large ones, from the few moments she had with you, it looked pretty brutal. Not to mention, now that someone had talked to her once she arrived at the hospital, that there was internal bleeding and you had quite the head injury.

They had rushed you into surgery the minute the EMTs made it in with your broken body. Emily was informed of everything first, then Alvez since he was already at the hospital getting checked out. Maybe about twenty minutes had gone by since Emily was informed about everything before Rossi came bursting in.

Rossi was definitely on a warpath when he arrived too, his worry for you turning into anger. At first he blamed Alvez for not being a better vigilant driver, then Emily convinced him to turn his anger towards her. After all, she was the one who let you go out in the field, but then when Tara came in during his tirade towards Emily, she was the key to keeping the peace. She was surprisingly calming for everyone that waited at the hospital for you. With Rossi, she redirected his anger towards the unsub until he settled down into his quiet worry that he was currently exhibiting now. Then, with Emily, Tara just urged her to sit down before sitting right next to her.

When Tara saw the way Emily was angrily rubbing at the skin of her knuckles, she placed a gentle hand over Emily’s. “I know,” Tara spoke softly. “But she’s a fighter, you know that.”

Emily looked up at Tara as she spoke, her eyes searching the other woman’s. Tara looked back at her with a knowing look, but one that also showed conviction for her own words.

All Emily could muster at that was a nod, but her words did help. Emily knew you were strong, even if she was doing a shitty job of showing you that she thought that. Truth is, she knew deep down that no one could have guessed that this would happen. She knew you were right, she couldn’t keep shielding you from everything if you were part of her team. It wasn’t like she could’ve ever tried to shield you from this. It could’ve happened to anyone, not just a member of her team. The worst part was that, of course, it had to happen to you.

Even if she knew she couldn’t shield you from what happened, even if she understood that it could’ve been anyone’s car that the unsub rammed head first into, there was still a harrowing part of her that told her this was her fault. If she had listened to you and put you in the field maybe you would’ve been fine. It surely would guarantee you were in a different place than that damned car. You’d be with Reid and JJ, two other capable members of the team, and not in a car completely oblivious to the dangers that hit you head on before you even arrived. Emily knew she couldn’t think like that, but she couldn’t help that she did. Usually she was rational, collected, she had to be in her position. Except, she never thought she would fall for a co-worker and she certainly didn’t predict her overbearing need to protect you that came with all of it.

But now, as Emily sat and helplessly waited for any updates on you, she began to bargain with herself. If you pulled out of this Emily would never stop you from going out in the field again. It was clear that her actions to keep you safe by keeping you behind were futile, so if you were in the field at least you would be with other members of the team. Capable members who had your back the same way you wanted to have theirs. To agree with you and let you go out, if anything, would stop you from ever looking at her with such hurt and disappointment ever again. That look, when you kicked her out of your hotel room the night before, haunted her.

Emily refused to believe that could possibly be the last conversation you had with her, the last look she got from you. Usually, you looked at her with such love and joy, but this was different. Emily had spent that whole night, barely sleeping, her thoughts wrapped up in the way you looked so utterly betrayed. If that was her last conversation with you, how would you ever know that she did trust you, that she did know you were strong and capable? It was just that you were the most meaningful thing she’s ever had in her life and she was still learning how to handle that. But she would do better if you pulled through. You had to pull through so she could get the chance to do better.

Luckily for Emily, she was pulled out of her thoughts by a doctor approaching the group. Emily shot up immediately when she realized she was about to be approached with news on your condition. Her body stood rigid, her hands still trembling and balled into fists at her side. Tara put a reassuring hand on Emily’s shoulder and Emily took a deep, grounding breath, able to calm herself a bit with Tara’s supportive presence.

“How is she?” Emily’s voice sounded raw as she spoke. Tears hadn’t been shed since she was ripped from your crumpled body, as she had stopped herself before she entered the hospital. Yet she was still a wreck with how many emotions were flowing through her and with how hard she was being on herself.

“She’s stable,” the doctor reassured. “We found the cause of the bleeding and now she’s in recovery.”

“Oh, thank god,” Emily breathed out. It felt like her whole body deflated, all the fear she was holding finally washing away. There was still guilt and worry there, but now she had more reassurance that you would be okay.

“Can we see her?” Tara spoke up, her eyes flicking to Emily for a brief second before they turned back to the doctor. Emily looked back at Tara, knowing that Tara was asking the question for Emily rather than herself or the rest of the team. So, it seemed your worries were right, at least one member of the team noticed the two of you. Although, Emily didn’t really care at this moment. They could all know after this, Emily wasn’t ready to hide her care for you, not when she almost lost you. Screw anyone who was watching, Emily just needed to see you and somehow, Tara understood that.

“Soon,” the doctor replied. “She’s being set up with a room. She’ll need to stay and be monitored for at least a few days.”

Tara nodded at this. “Thank you, doctor,” she responded before turning back to Emily. “I’m going to go get you a change of clothes and something to eat for all of us, okay?”

“You don’t have to-” Emily was cut off by Tara’s gentle hand placed to her forearm.

“I don’t think you want to leave right now.” Tara gave Emily a knowing smile. “Go tell Rossi and Alvez the news, I think I saw Rossi switch to pacing down that hall,” she pointed to where Rossi had waltzed off to. “And then text me with her room number. I’ll be back.”

“Thank you,” Emily whispered. Tara just nodded and turned, leaving Emily alone to grab the two others. When the news was broken to Rossi, his whole demeanor changed. Just like Emily, all the fear fled his body, and he was left to sit next to Emily and wait.

It was silent between them all as they waited for an update on when they could see you. Emily was trying her best to sit as still as possible, what with Rossi glancing over at her every once in a while. His gaze was scrutinizing now, rather than angry, but Emily still wondered if he blamed her for the position you were in.

When they were finally told they could go see you, Emily didn’t hide her anxious scurrying. It wasn’t a race, but if anyone who didn’t know them saw the way both Emily and Rossi hurried down the hospital halls, Alvez in tow, they’d think they were competing for first place. Rossi got their first, Emily backing off since she figured she already did enough to anger him for one day. After all, he was practically your father, he should be the one to confirm you were okay first.

As he got into the room, Emily heard him take a deep breath before exhaling in relief. Emily, however, did not feel any relief when her eyes settled on your unconscious form. There were angry bruises across your skin on any part of your body that was visible to her. Bandages wrapped around random parts of your arms, some small ones stuck to your face. The way you looked almost lifeless had Emily swallowing hard. It was only the steady rhythm of your heart monitor that reassured her, you were still alive.

Rossi seemed to be in way better spirits as he pulled up a hospital chair to your bed and placed his hand on yours. “That’s my girl,” he said to your sleeping form. “Knew you were a fighter.”

Emily’s heart clenched at the love he was showing for you. More guilt flooded her mind as she watched him look at you with all the love a father would have for his daughter. Emily swallowed hard again, her nerves spiking for some reason as she took a few steps closer to your sleeping form.

Alvez was kind enough to pull a chair closer to your hospital bed for both himself and Emily. They both sat at the opposite side of Rossi and Emily couldn’t help but keep her eyes glued to him for a minute. Part of her wondered, as she watched him gently stroke the top of your hand, if he’d ever accept her as your partner now. There was a suspicion he held for her since you started at the BAU and got closer to Emily that made her nervous to go public. She trusted Rossi with her life and she knew he felt the same, but did he trust her with you? Would he ever after this?

Her eyes fell back down to your face, noticing a lock of your hair fallen on your cheek. With a shaking hand, Emily brushed the hair from your face, her fingertips brushing your skin as she did. Your face twitched for a moment and Emily retreated her hand, her body perking up. This was the first time you’ve moved. Another reminder that you were pulling through, Emily cherished that tiny twitch of your cheek like it held all the meaning in the world. No one else seemed to notice, but this small movement made Emily think touch might be the key to having you open your eyes. And, while Emily understood you needed time to wake up from the whole ordeal, she also so desperately needed to see you open her eyes.

Unfortunately for her, you didn’t wake up any time soon. The remainder of the evening, you stayed asleep, something that the doctors reassured all of you was absolutely to be expected. For hours, Emily held one hand while Rossi held the other. Eventually, Tara came back with a change of clothes, to which Emily begrudgingly agreed to rip herself away from you and change. They were also all given food, to which Rossi and Alvez gladly took, but Emily refused. Tara opted to just leave it by her, in hopes she would feel up to eating soon.

When it was becoming quite late, Tara, Alvez, and even Rossi planned to return to the hotel. However, Emily insisted on staying right there, in that chair, for the rest of the night. There was no way in hell you were going to wake up alone in that hospital room, she decided. Tara urged Emily to reconsider, saying she needed rest, but Emily insisted she would be fine sleeping right there on that hospital chair. Rossi remained quiet the whole time, eyeing the two of them discussing Emily’s decision, before Tara finally gave in and left with the others.

Emily didn’t really sleep, her eyes were glued to you the whole time. Her hand left yours, only to stroke your cheek as you slept. She whispered different things to you, talking about how much she loved you and how badly she felt. It was heartbreaking for her to sit here with you, even if you were going to be okay, there was still part of Emily that wouldn’t trust that until she could look into your eyes and hear your voice.

When the sun rose and you still hadn’t opened your eyes, Emily’s anxiety was through the roof. A doctor eventually came in to check on you and as he did, Emily couldn’t stop the flood of questions she forced onto him about your condition. She was reassured over and over again this was to be expected, you’d wake up when you were ready, and that you were just fine as far as they knew. What she didn’t like hearing was the last comment, “we’ll know more when she’s awake.” As if there was some hidden threat to your health and wellbeing that none of the doctors knew yet. She dwelled on that thought for far too long. So long, in fact, that when afternoon came and the team all filed in to see you, she was still chewing on that piece of information.

Rossi, upon arrival, sat right back where he was the night before. This time a little more relaxed, his hands cradling a cup of coffee rather than your own like he did the night before. He seemed more confident, less shaken. Emily wished she could say the same about herself.

When Tara came in to see you, she stopped next to Emily, her hand placed gently on yours with a pitying smile on her face as she looked down at your unconscious form. “You need to wake up soon,” she whispered to you. “Emily’s worried sick and I know you wouldn’t want her to worry.” Emily watched, knowing that you probably didn’t hear any of those words, but hearing Tara say them gave her an odd sense of reassurance that it was okay to be more open about her feelings for you. Maybe if Tara knew, the others did too. And if they didn’t, well at least it seemed like Tara was in Emily’s corner.

“As for you,” Tara turned towards Emily. “Have you left this room?”

Emily looked up at Tara sheepishly. She was busted. Of course she hadn’t left. What if she missed it when you finally opened your eyes? Or worse. What if she missed it if your condition unexpectedly took a turn?

“I’m sure you haven’t slept either,” Tara continued. “You need to at least eat something and maybe also walk around a little. It will be good for you.”

“I don’t want to leave her,” Emily insisted. “Not yet.”

“She’ll be right here when you get back.” This time it was Rossi who spoke. Emily was shocked at this, he hadn’t really said much to her since he blew up when you were in critical condition. Emily didn’t blame him for that, but she did think it would take awhile before he felt okay about her again. “She’s okay now, Emily. I wouldn’t have left if she wasn’t.”

Rossi’s words hit Emily hard. It seemed like he knew more too, but Emily didn’t question it right now either. He would know eventually, especially after her behavior surrounding this ordeal. “Okay,” Emily’s voice broke as she spoke. “Okay, I could use some coffee.”

Rossi nodded his approval and Emily stood on shaky legs. Her whole being screamed at her not to leave, but she knew she would be no help to anyone if she passed out from exhaustion. Plus, it did feel good to finally stretch her body after being hunched over you in that uncomfortable chair overnight.

“But if anything happens,” Emily turned to speak again, “you call me immediately.”

“Of course,” Tara reassured and Emily willed her legs again to move as she exited your room.

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Emily hated to admit they were all right. It felt good to stretch her legs and as she made her way back from the hospital cafeteria, the taste of warm coffee was comforting. She was already exhausted, practically running on empty before any of the team had returned to your hospital room. Hopefully, the coffee would give her a much needed boost. Or, at the very least, keep her awake long enough to see you open your eyes again. She really hoped it would happen soon. At this point, with each passing minute, it was getting more painful to see your unconscious body lying barely patched together in that hospital room.

What Emily didn’t expect was that she didn’t have to wait much longer. As she rounded the corner to your hospital room, she heard louder, more animated talking than when the team first arrived to see you. She thought it was curious and her steps hastened as she made her way to the room. When she got to the doorway, she stopped in her tracks, her coffee slipping from her hands.

The coffee hit the floor with a splatter, causing everyone to pause and look over to her, but she didn’t care at all. Right in front of her, she finally saw you, barely sitting up, but still in a different position than she had left you. More importantly, as she took in your form, her eyes moving from where your body had shifted all the way up to your face, she saw them. Curious, open eyes peering back at her. The eyes of the woman she loved so much, finally open and looking straight at her.

“Oh, thank god,” Emily whispered, taking long strides towards you. She practically pushed Reid out of the way to get to you, and then Alvez too, who was standing right at your side. “You’re awake,” Emily exhaled as she stopped right next to your bed. Her body was moving without her even thinking. Trembling fingers pressed themselves to either side of your face, much like they had when she found you trapped and bleeding in that car. This time, with gentle care, despite all her haste, she turned your face to hers and pressed her lips against yours for a long, but gentle kiss.

“You’re awake,” she mumbled against your lips. “You’re awake, you’re awake.” Her lips pressed to yours again and you weakly kissed back. As much as you wanted to kiss her with as much emotion as she was giving you, you were still a bit dazed from everything. Still, relief flooded your body when her lips pressed to yours. The first thought when you woke, and were told of what happened, was how angry Emily might be. After all, she had insisted you stayed back to keep from getting hurt. And here you were, in a hospital room, recovering from a major surgery as a direct result of getting hurt on the job.

Emily left another lingering kiss on your lips. “I love you,” she whispered between soft kisses. “I’m so sorry, I love you.”

A throat was cleared in the room and Emily snapped out of her stupor. She pulled back, guilty eyes looking over to Rossi, but hands never leaving you, just dropping to rest on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” Emily repeated, this time to the whole room. “It’s just-”

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” you interrupted Emily before she could spiral. Your voice was hoarse as you spoke, trying your best to clear it, you knew you had some apologies to make. “I should’ve listened and stayed behind. I am so sorry, Emily.”

At this point, you honestly weren’t going to hide anymore of your emotions from the group. The cat was already out of the bag, what with Emily striding in, kissing you, and declaring her love for you in front of everyone. Plus, you were stuck hooked up to an IV and other odd wires, so you couldn’t move. It was rude to kick everyone out of the hospital room so you two could talk, but this couldn’t wait. She had to know how sorry you were.

“I know I worried you,” you continued.

Emily was shaking her head furiously. “No, it’s not your fault and you’re right. I’m too overprotective.”

“That’s an understatement,” you heard Alvez snort from the back of the room.

Emily turned back to glare, the tension in the room leaving when a few others chimed in with a chuckle. Now that you were awake, it was like everyone was able to breathe out. You seemed fine, the doctor that Tara grabbed when she noticed your eyes flutter open, promised you were fine. Emily was probably going to need a lot of convincing before she could truly trust that you were fine. Especially since she was out getting coffee when the doctor came, but it seemed some of her tension was even finally leaving.

The whole group talked for a little bit, with Emily seated by your side again. Her hand gently and carefully trailed over your arm as all of you spoke. When requesting water, both Emily and Rossi jumped at the chance to get it for you. It was honestly a little endearing to see them act like this, but you couldn’t stop the roll of your eyes when Rossi beat her to get up and fetch a nurse for your request.

When water was brought to you, Emily helped you sit up, a strong hand on your back as you winced while trying to move. The flash of pain in your face didn’t go unnoticed by Emily and a large frown was written on her face as she brought the cup of water to your lips. Rossi stayed silent, his eyes glued to the two of you, switching back and forth from watching your face and Emily’s.

“I figured it out yesterday,” he finally broke his own silence. “So, you and Emily are together then?”

You nodded hesitantly, Emily’s hand withdrawing from you for a moment in hesitation.

“I knew there was something. How long have you two…” Rossi trailed off, letting either of you put a label to what you two were, not wanting to be too presumptuous himself.

“Oh!” Reid chimed in. “We have bets on- oof!” He was cut off by a strong elbow to the rib from Alvez, effectively shutting himself up.

“Maybe about a month since I started at the BAU,” you said sheepishly, looking back at Rossi like you were a child who just got busted for cutting class. In the back of the room, you heard some whispering between some of the team, a couple of disappointed voices in who was wrong and who was right. It didn’t matter what they were saying though, both you and Emily had your eyes glued to Rossi, waiting for any sort of reaction.

His brow furrowed for a minute, a small frown playing on his lips. It was embarrassing that the heart monitor was giving away the increase in your heart rate, but no one seemed to comment.

“I wish you would’ve told me sooner,” Rossi finally sighed. “But if anyone were to date you,” he looked up at the two of you, “I’m glad it’s you, Emily. You’ll take good care of her.”

Emily nodded, her hand squeezing your arm where it rested. She looked down at you and you met her eyes, seeing all of the love she had for you fill them the instant they met. It seemed that everyone had approved of the two of you. Emily honestly felt a little silly and even more guilty about trying to keep the relationship a secret, but she also had never felt more relief in her life.

You were okay. The team and, more importantly, your father figure, knew about the two of you. Rossi was right, she would take care of you. She would make sure she didn’t hold you back, and she knew she still had some making up to do from that last fight in your hotel room, but she would do better. She had the second chance and you didn’t seem upset about it all. Instead, you both were just relieved to have each other. When you were healed and ready to get back to work, you both would talk, but Emily promised herself she would find a way to trust your capability a little more. You, meanwhile, promised yourself you would find more patience and understanding for her worry over you.

This whole situation was terrifying for everyone involved, but you and Emily had to admit that you grew from it. As you regained your strength, your body wasn’t the only thing healing and strengthening. Your relationship was healing from the fight too and your love for each other, now that it was out in the open, was stronger than ever.

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valkyrayn · 1 year

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i need marius making love to his short wife 😞😞 like less than 5’5 kinda short because him being 6’2 is TALL

sorry this took so long! this has been in the drafts for so long and i got too busy to finish it so before i forget about it, i'm just gonna post it. the size difference kink i have bcus of this man istg makes me FERAL

tags: marius x afab!reader, marius calls you babe, baby, little, size difference, dirty talk, praise kink, implied creampie, blowjob, pussy eating, standing 69, foreplay only

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“So how do you guys…you know…”

“Fuck?” You reply casually.

Kiki smacks her hand over her mouth and slaps your arm with the other. Everyone’s eyes widen at your casual and obscene reply. Truth is, you’ve been asked the same question more times than you could count and at this point, you’re past being shy and cute about it.

Marius would be proud of you.

Apparently people just can’t wrap their heads around the fact that two people with extreme height differences can have sex normally like any other people. Honestly, you can’t blame them because you had the same thought the first time too.

Small and petite, at 5’1 standing in front of your 6’2 husband—you can barely reach his lips even when you stand on your tiptoes. Marius has to bend down to meet you halfway every time, or he just ends up lifting you up in his arms and kissing you that way. He prefers the latter because it doesn’t cause him neck pain.

When it comes to sex however, he uses your size difference to his full advantage. Every time, without fail, you will be lifted and tossed around like a rag doll.

It always starts off sweet; with you standing between his legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. He’ll gently caress the side of your body as he kisses you sweetly until he starts coaxing your mouth open by pushing his tongue between your lips. You moan breathlessly against his mouth, your fingers gripping his hair tighter as you struggle to hold yourself steady.

A startled ‘oh’ leaves your lips when you feel his fingers rubbing against your clothed sex, which is embarrassingly soaked through with your juices.

“Were you waiting for me the whole day, my sweet, beautiful wife?” He asks as he starts leaving kisses down your neck. You press your lips together when he pushes his fingers against the fabric of your panties, dipping into your hole just slightly to tease and drive you crazy. With how small you are, even his fingers feel big inside you. “Mmmh…Please…” You beg, desperate to feel more.

“Please what, my love?” He starts sucking onto your skin, leaving his marks and licking them to help soothe the sting. “Does my baby want me to eat her wet little pussy? Hmm?” He coos, pulling your panties aside and then begins to rub his fingers against your wet folds, leaving you frustrated at the lack of penetration.

“Is my pretty little wife desperate to have her cunt filled with my cock”

Legs trembling at his ministrations, you bury your head in the crook of his neck, whimpering against his skin when he finally pushes his fingers inside your hole and proceeds to pump in and out at a tantalising pace. “You’re drenched, babe. Are you that excited to have me inside you?” He pushes in deeper, hooking his fingers up making you jerk against him.

“Mmmh…fuck babe. I can’t wait to stretch this little pussy. You want that, don’t you?” Marius grabs your small hand and places it against his balls, hanging heavily behind his loose grey sweatpants. You instinctively start fondling it gently, making him hiss.

“I’ll unload every single drop…until you’re leaking for days. Fuck, you make me so…nnghh.” He groans, his own words arousing him to the point of insanity and now all he wants is to fuck you. Marius hooks his arms on the underside of your thighs and throws them over his shoulders before standing up to his full height.

“So I’m guessing, you’ll have to lie there on the bed as he goes down on you—if he even does,” one of the girls laughs and exchanges glances with the others as if in agreement. You simply smile and nod.

You yelp and grip onto his hair for balance, looking down at him as he pulls your panties aside and immediately latches onto your pussy. “Fuck…oh my god!” You scream as his tongue begins to circle around your clit, your grip tightening around his hair as he starts eating your pussy standing up.

“Marius—! Mmmnngghh…so good. Yes…oh yes just like that…” It turns him on to hear you moan his name like that, making his cock twitch behind his pants. With one hand behind you to hold you steady, he reaches down with the other to pull his cock out of his pants and desperately starts stroking himself.

Big, hard and leaking, he smears his precum around the tip with his thumb, steadily pumping his fist around his shaft, groaning against your pussy from sheer pleasure. Steadying yourself on his shoulders, you finally release your grip to pull your tank top over your head so you can start playing with your bare tits, nipples hardening from arousal and the cold night air blowing in through the windows.

“Is 69 even possible for you guys? Cus’, you probably can’t reach him. Oh sweets, you’re such a small little thing aren’t you,” they laugh again. You respond with a small chuckle before taking a sip of your wine.

Unbothered, you lift your head and make eye contact with your husband from across the garden who’s smiling back at you. It’s not hard to spot him, he’s the tallest compared to the other men in the group. He winks at you and brings his attention back to them, even though he’d much rather be with you at the moment.

“We do 69 all the time…”

“Sure you do, Karin.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, how exciting.”

Marius holds onto you and flips you upside down, giving you access to his cock while he continues to eat you out. He’s able to plunge his tongue even deeper inside you at that angle and it sends you spiralling towards your climax almost immediately. You wrap your small fingers around his cock and start taking him inside your mouth. “Yes baby, suck my cock please…Your mouth feels so good around me.” He moans filthy praises against your pussy, relishing the sensation of his hard cock inside the hot caverns of your mouth. He starts rutting his hips against you gently until he feels the tip reach the back of your throat.

You moan around his cock and feel yourself coming, sending a gush of your release out of you that it starts dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. His tongue continues to pump in and out of you to prolong your orgasm while you’re struggling to hold yourself together and trying to blow him at the same time.

Marius loves the way your thighs tremble against his ears when you cum. He loves reducing you to a weak trembling mess from his mouth alone and he surely can’t wait to have you writhing under him when he starts fucking you into the mattress.

“Gonna fuck your mouth the way you deserve, baby girl,’ he says and lifts you up before tossing you onto the bed, with your head hanging at the edge of the mattress. He looks down at you as he pulls his shirt off and tosses his sweatpants aside before stripping you naked. You stare in awe at his heaving chest, his beautiful athletic body, dripping with sweat and your release.

Pressing his thumb against your chin, he coaxes your mouth open before dipping his finger past your lips. “Good girl…fuck you’re such a horny little slut aren’t you?” His words are obscene, making your cunt throb. He knows how much you love being called his little slut.

Only because you are—taking his cock in your mouth like a champ while his hands roam across your body to play with your tits and cunt, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. He fucks your mouth like he would your pussy, knowing just how hard you his petite little queen can take it.

“The same way like everyone else…” You trail off, a dreamy smile creeping its way onto your face, leaving them to their own imagination.

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systorytimes · 3 months

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Heya this blog idea is really cool! I'm looking forward to what other people send in here :) (I hope what I'm about to send in is what this blog is for, otherwise feel free to delete (/_\) ) System Storytime, this one is a bit of a silly one but I want to share it. One of our littles is extremely good at video games, like it's actually wild to me how good they are. Most of the time it's me (the host) playing games and others in the system watching in co-con, and I'm more so-and-so when it comes to games, sometimes I'll be really good at it, sometimes really bad. So a few years ago I was playing a metroidvania with our sister, since it didn't have multiplayer and no mods that added multiplayer at the time we had to take turns and swap the controller. At the time we were stuck on one of the late game bosses, and I did a solid 200+ attempts in a row for about 4 hours straight before finally beating the boss in a stoke of luck.

Fast forward a few months from that, our little decided they want to play the metroidvania with me after seeing some gameplay footage from it while we were browsing Youtube. So we played the whole game again and the whole time I was dreading getting back to that boss because of how difficult it was. Instead of the long and frustrating session I had with our sister, the little beat the boss on their second attempt. I was really proud of them but also lowkey kinda salty because it took me so long to beat it and they made it look like a cakewalk We finished the rest of the game within like a week or so and they also managed to power through the newly added bossrush modes in the DLC that came out a bit before we started our playthrough, and honestly I'm still kinda astonished they managed to get us a new ending because to this day I haven't been able to beat the final bossrush on my own

(could we claim 🫧 as our anon tag?)

Omg, so glad you like the blog idea!! I think is was necessary because we wanted something similar but couldn't find it... No back to the storytime!!!

That's a... Pretty interesting storytime I might say, kinda funny how the little could beat it so easy and you couldn't TT (No offense to you ofc)

This show how different the skills are between systems and it's so curious!!

Hope this little can play all the game they want and maybe become a master in video games, they deserve it (Tell them to teach me, I suck in video games lol)

Little is wild, they're gonna beat world records in games /pos /pf

Guys we have our first storytime AND anon claim, omg I'm so happy!!!

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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daredevil fam x teen!intern!reader [pt. 2]

CLICK HERE FOR PT. 1

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.5k

request: yes / no

original request: DYING over your matt post– i'm a sucker for casual family hcs with teen readers, it's always the cutest !! could i request something similar like the whole team (nelson, murdock, & page) taking care of an intern? just a teen who usually takes care of filing ends up wandering into the whole found family dynamic they have set up? thanks !

dynamic: daredevil fam (nelson murdock & page) x teen!intern!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page

a/n: hiii tysm for this request!!! i love found family hc's too -- especially with daredevil bc i feel like i haven't seen many :( if y'all ever have more daredevil requests like this i would be more than happy to write them!!

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in fact, you got up the next day actually excited to go

like yk in 500 days of summer when he’s like skipping around and like ppl are dancing and he’s smiling

you felt that level of happy

and then you got a text

“hey y/n it’s foggy 🌫️🌫️lol (LAUGH OUT LOUD) get it? it’s fog!!🌫️🌫️🌫️🌫️ anyways, we (karen and matt and i ofc (OF COURSE) ) have to go out on a case today 🏛️🏛️it’s kind of interesting 🕵🕵 i’ll tell you about it l8r (LATER) ⌚⌚the door should be unlocked 🚪🚪 so you can still get in 👍👍 we shouldn’t be gone for long, have fun & be good 🥳🥳”

(i love writing foggy’s texts in case u can’t tell)

GUYS I JUST REALIZED THAT IF YOU REARRANGE THE LETTERS IN “FOGGY” YOU CAN KIND OF SPELL GOOFY

like “ggofy”

so that’s ur new contact name for him

anyways so you got to the building

and the door was LOCKED

like totally locked

and you tried like five times

so you decided to call karen

but it went to voicemail obvi

bc they were busy w a case

but u actually got a text back pretty quick

“you got locked out?? i KNEW we forgot something… how about you come down to the station? there’s plenty of places to sit.”

so you did!!

karen was waiting for you when you got there, and they even let you sit in on the conversation they were having

it was kinda intense but honestly rly cool to see what being a lawyer was actually like

so that took like an hour or two

but then they were finally done.

“you hungry y/n? we were going to go to lunch. there’s this place right down the street from the firm that’s really good.” matt said.

“sounds great!!” you replied, grateful that he had suggested it

and so that’s how you found yourself at josie’s in the middle of the day, laughing harder than you ever had before and having a chicken wing eating contest with foggy and some random regulars

josie was so nice too, like she seemed to love you from the moment you came in

and the wings she made smelled so good

so then one of the guys who was at the bar (kinda drunk lowkey but like fun drunk???)

he pointed at foggy and he was like

“i bet i could eat more wings than you.”

and you were like “uhhh i kind of doubt that bc i saw him eat his lunch yesterday and he’s like an animal with that stuff”

which was a lie you actually had no idea if he could or not

and matt was literally about to spit out his coke he was laughing so hard

“oh yeah?” he asked

imagine that villan eyebrow raise

“well then. looks like we have ourselves a competition!!”

and so then you got to sit at the bar with foggy, the man (whose name was marv btw) and another guy named brian

idk

and y’all ATE

figuratively AND literally

karen was so proud of you

she was cheering so loud

and again, matt’s coke was gonna go through his nose he was still laughing

long story short you won

ofc

duh

and marv was so funny he was like “well done… you might not beat me next time.”

and josie was like “ok marv”

anyways you were grinning from ear to ear.

you had never been happier

as you were walking back to the office, you decided to tell karen, matt, and foggy about how the people at school made fun of you when they found out where your placement was

and like how it had made u feel really bad at first but that you were so happy it turned out alright

BETTER than alright

“hey, kid. we DO have more fun!!” said foggy, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“yeah. i know the type that would say stuff like that.” karen replied, making a twisted up face that made you laugh.

“you know you can come here anytime. even when you’re not technically scheduled!!” she said.

“it’s nice to have a fourth person around the office. someone with more sense than these two knuckleheads.” matt grinned. “who knows? maybe one day it’ll be y/l/n, nelson, murdock, and page!!”

“yeah, you can inherit it from us when we’re old!!” foggy said, enthusiastically nodding

“aw, you already are old!” you said, and karen laughed

and that’s when you knew you were right where you belonged :)

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#daredevil #nmcu daredevil #nmcu headcanons #matt murdock x teen!reader #foggy nelson x teen!reader #karen page x teen!reader #nelson murdock and page #nelson and murdock #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #marvel #mcu #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons

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brb-on-a-quest · 2 months

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BIRBBBB

For the ask thing!! (Sorry there’s so many lol)

ballpoint pen: tell me about the day you’ve just had

highlighter: what are your best qualities?

felt-tip: describe your aesthetic

sketching pad: describe yourself from a stranger’s point of view

(so sorry for the delay in answering needed brainpower and laptops)

✒️ It started off as a really dead day at work at 5am (always strange fo a Saturday, of all days) and then got really really busy. I have only burned myself twice and only sipped and fell on my face once (I am fine just am a klutz and permanently in a constant battle with teamwork to make things more accessible/less likely to spill (for the love of TARDIS PLEASE DONT DROWN THE CARROTS YOU No ONE LIKES SOGGY CARROTS). I then, apparently, got even further swept up in the #the unmasking of the aussie anon debacle (you know, *that* one). Can't speak much about it, yk, messy legal stuff. I do have a lawyer I have complete trust in so I pray that justice will be delivered soon...

Just finished watching the 2011 recording of the Phantom of the Opera stage play and lskdfjlskdjflskdfj (honestly one of my favorite musicals I am a sucker for theater and a epic soundtrack). Even got to hear Andrew Lloyd Weber go 'oh Gosh' in his very British accent at the end, and it was beautiful (he currently reminds me of one of my school profs and it's making me nostalgic kinda). Now catching up on all of the Tumblr things I have been so delightfully asked in tagged in that I had no brainpower on until... well plot things happen ig.

✏️highlighter: i have an imagination, a pretty good one. I am very funny sometimes. I strive to be kind and present and empathetic. I can bake pretty good. I am trustworthy and I am friendly.

🖊️felt tip (copy and pasted from @hiddenvioletsgrow ask):"In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage." (Tolkien took my aesthetic and gave it to biblo, minus the hole in the ground). Think like... soft and cozy and a bit academic and warm and inviting and there's always a pot brewing for you and we can sit and do nothing or go on an adventure together dearie. Think like fantasy adventure cozy core. Low fantasy if you will.

📃 sketchpad: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. i have two little feet with three pointed toes that I can use to perch on your shoulder. I have a pointed beak that I'm very proud of and can speak pretty fluent English. working on Spanish and pronunciation but it's a step up from birb song. I am very round and soft and good for cuddling. My plumage varies in colors from seasons but now I am decked out with raven-like plumage with a iridescent sheen to them

#brb-rambles #brb-eevee #<- can i make the pokemon joke I thought i saw pokemon blog from you (may have been someone else tho)#anyway thx for the ask you seem very lovely #brb-life #brb-reports

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canadianlucifer · 10 months

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1, 10, 20, and 21 for Seidou?

*vibrating with excitement* yeah i'm so normal about him

under the cut bc I wrote nearly 1k words and 50% of that is the first question oops

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Where do I even start? I'm gonna separate og and re here and explain them separately.

Starting with the unbelievably tragic insane opossum, he immediately became one of my faves when I first read vol 3 because it was just such a shock I think. Obviously I felt bad for him when I thought he died, but the contrast between his human self and now was just crazy. I'm not entirely sure why I liked him when the volume came out bc that was back in 2018, but after rereading the series I can fully say I like him so much now because he is just incredibly sad and complex. I could go on and on and probably write a whole essay (which, huh. Come to think of it that might actually be fun), but it kinda boils down to "he didn't deserve to suffer like that" and that leads into why I'm also a fan of his human self.

In og, he was a bit of an asshole, yeah, but he was just a kid. He was excitable and eager and quite emotional, easily showing when he was happy or proud or angry or upset or scared and the CCG took advantage of that. He was indoctrinated and told that genocide is the only option. He was only 20 year old when he was given a gun and told to kill and that that wasn't just okay, but good. That he'd be a hero protecting Tokyo for murdering people. He was told "good job" for killing and was even upset when he wasn't able to kill even more, wanted a promotion so he could wipe out families and communities and be rewarded for it. I could go even further with how fucked up the CCG is and their practices but let's move on. Seidou is one of the few investigators who didn't become an investigator because of some personal hatred for ghouls or a significantly traumatizing event, he became an investigator because his mom was scared of ghouls. From what he wrote in his will it seems that he wasn't particularly scared, but his mom certainly was and he wanted to protect her. So he went to the academy and worked hard but it just wasn't enough. No matter how hard he tried, he was always second place. Always just not quite good enough. He still got the job he wanted, but it's clear he wanted Akira’s place. He wanted to be partnered with Amon and to go on missions but got stuck with a workaholic that calls him into the office at 10pm to fix a report (not to mention knowing that he's already drunk like. It could wait until morning, do you really want someone in the office that's wasted? But that's for another day-). I think it's important to understand his human self to fully appreciate his character in re, there's just so much context for why he became like he did if that makes sense.

WOW I have been rambling for a while oops let's move on lmfao

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

I doubt it. As a ghoul, no way he's way too annoying of a friend. Like, clingy but also pushes everyone away and at some point you just have to be like "fine, be that way." I would not be able to stand his emo ass tbh. As a human, I just don't think he'd want to be friends with me lmao. Like, he places so much of an emphasis on rank and achievements and stuff I don't think he'd want to hang out with someone who'd have absolutely no interest in the CCG if it were real and would probably harbour ghouls lmao

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Oooh good question... hmm, I'd say Kaneki honestly. Human Seidou and kuroneki would be good pals because they'd just be silly good pals hanging out and Kaneki should've known more about both sides before going off the deep end and Seidou should've had someone to talk to outside of the CCG to know when his aspersions were getting a bit obsessive, someone to point out there's more to life than work and I think Kaneki could have shown him that through his stories. And with ghoul Seidou and kingneki, we only saw it a little bit but they seem to be on good terms after he got his sanity back. Kaneki says that they're similar in that they're both empty and need something to chain them down lest they go off and die and they could be each other's chain so to speak. Like, if they make plans to get coffee or whatever it's like "well shit I can't die now, I've got plans", it's the same mentality if having a gym partner I think. You get a gym partner because it holds you accountable for going to the gym, you don't want to disappoint your friend, right? Anyways yeah I think Seidou and Kaneki would be good pals.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favourite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

INFLICTING THE HORRORS UPON HIM AND THEN GIVING HIM THE EMOTIONAL EQUIVALENT OF WARM SOUP. You can see in the two fics I've written that I just love putting that babygirl into bad situations and then giving him comfort it is the BEST. Hurt/comfort my beloved.

As for don't like, I'm not sure... I don't write too often. I suppose dialogue is kinda difficult, I have a hard time giving characters different speaking styles, I end up making everyone sound the same but that's more of a general writing thing, not specific to him.

#fun fact I wrote all this on my phone and when I went to send it to myself on discord so I could format it properly on my computer #i went over 800 characters over the limit.#And I have nitro so yeah. big message lmao #Can you tell I like seidou?#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #seidou takizawa

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blazenfire223 · 11 months

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A few days late, but Happy 3 Year Unus Annus Deathiversary!! For those who don't know, I've done a redraw every year along with a bit of reflection of the past year.

It's honestly kinda crazy that it's been 3 years so far. I still can't quite grasp how quickly time is going by and how only 3 years ago this channel basically took over a small chunk of my life for an entire year. This year has been interesting. It wasn't the worst for me personally, and I have some really good moments and memories from this year. I hope for many more as the rest of the 365-day year comes to a close.

I'm still very proud of last year's piece, and I'm glad I've been able to keep up with this for 3 whole years now. I hope to do the same for next year. I hope everyone has a good rest of their day. Momento Mori 🖤🩶

[ID 1/2: A digital Illustration of Unus and Annus. A thigh up shot of them facing the camera. Unus is standing with his arms crossed over his chest to his shoulders. His head is facing up and he's smiling with opaque white tears rolling down his face. Above him is his name in black letters. Annus is beside him but upside down. He has his hands together and touching by the tips of his fingers in the middle of his chest. He is also smiling. Above him is his name in white block letters. Behind them both is a black and white swirling background. /End ID]

[ID 2/2: Same as before but with no tears. /End ID]

#unus annus #unus annus deathiversary #unus annus fanart #blazenfire223 #blazenfire223's art

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killerandhealerqueen · 7 months

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Fic Author Interview

Thank you for the tag @hils79!

How many works do you have on AO3?

270 (as of right now)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

2,888,650 (as of right now)

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wait, We're Married?! (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 1,543 kudos

Succulents and an Overprotective Kang Yohan (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) 1,243 kudos

Kang Yohan's Relaxing Day Off (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 844 kudos

Protect You (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 817 kudos

Kim Gaon Is Mine (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 761 kudos

I'm honestly still kinda surprised my Devil Judge fics are doing well, considering that I don't write for the fandom anymore

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always do, unless they're rude, then they're just deleted. There's no point in fighting/arguing with someone who doesn't understand the story I'm trying to tell

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, my Chinese Paladin 4 fic Promise to Keep. It's one of my only fics that has Major Character Death, which is INCREDIBLY rare for me, but it's the only fic I've ever felt comfortable writing an MCD for because I was actually okay with the ending of the drama. But it won't ever happen again because I cried while writing this fic and I don't think I can go through it again

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All of them but Promise to Keep

7. Do you write crossovers?

Yeah. I mainly do crossovers between Killer and Healer and S.C.I., but I've done crossovers with other dramas too

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I did, yeah, and made a whole fucking post about it because the person was really fucking rude and not only came for me, but for my readers and if you come for me, fine, I'll just delete the comment, but the moment you come for my readers I will fucking end you

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I did, back when I wrote for the Untamed. Someone had took my The Untamed Moments and started posting it, word for fucking word, in Spanish over on Wattpad. Thankfully a reader told me about it and I got it taken down but to my knowledge, none of my fics since then have been stolen

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Oh yeah, a few. It makes me really happy/honored

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Waaaay back on AsianFanFics...haven't since then

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

It's been almost 3 years and I'm still not normal about them

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I always finish my WIPs, for the most part. It's very rare that I don't

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and anything that has to do with describing crime scenes or forensics. Or anything mafia related

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Run ons, maybe. But sometimes, you just gotta

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I never write full dialogue in other languages, but I will use words, like "gege" or "hyung". Sometimes, I'll curse in another language, if I know what it is (mainly in Japanese)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

First proper fic was either for Dragonball or Black Butler

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I don't know, no new fandom/ship has like...caught me and made me want to write. If I watch a new show, I mainly just like...want to make an au out of it for my current ships

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written

My baby, my beloved, my Killer and Healer rewrite, right here: 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer.

It's a fic that I don't think I can ever top. The amount of time and effort and tears that I put into this fic...I just love it a lot. And I'm super proud of it. I mean, I love all my fics, don't get me wrong, but nothing can ever probably beat this fic

Tagging: @sunriseverse @clawbehavior @godotismissingx @fourth-quartet @ahhhnorealnamesallowed and any of my other writer friends who wants to play

#tag game #fic author interview

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smolkiwi98 · 1 year

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I'm so soft for Steve watching out for his girl, loved that story about him being a caregiver. Could you write something about him in a relationship like the onefrom your imagine with Eddie munson and non sexual domination? The one with rules and consequences and all but just to help the girlfriend work on things she wants to improve and because she thinks having structure like this is helpful and asks for a relationship like this, things like if she struggles sleeping at reasonable hours, she has a bed time for example. If you think it's repetitive because you wrote something like that for another character it's alright, feel free to just ignore it

Thank you! I'm happy you enjoyed it! I apologize if this isn't as good, it's late and I'm kinda tired lol. But I hope you enjoy!

WARNING!! Mentions of spanking (one time if you squint), mentions of a dom/sub Dynamic, um not proofread, I think that's it.

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Saying you’re a night owl is an understatement. For some reason you loved the night and there’s nothing wrong with that, but sometimes it just gets bad. It gets to the point where you’ll stay up a whole night, stay up all day, and not go to bed until later that night around two or three in the morning. When you started to date Steve he didn’t know about this. He just thought you liked staying up late to talk with him sometimes, but he didn’t know you would stay up all night and watch movies when he fell asleep. It surprised you how long it took him to notice this. He just thought you went to bed with him and woke up before him.

Steve started to notice this little routine when you moved in with him. That’s when he sat you down and discussed a solution, “Okay, I know we do some dom/sub things in the bedroom, but I think it would be a good idea to bring into our normal everyday life.” The words that just left his mouth shocked you. He wanted to bring that dynamic outside the bedroom? A blush made its way across your face and you fumbled with your fingers “So…so you mean like…” You started feeling shy. Steve looked at you confused at first and then quickly shook his head “No, Baby. What I mean is to bring some rules into our everyday lives. Maybe that way you’ll get your sleep and eat properly.” He explained. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “I thought you meant something completely different.” You said with a small chuckle.

~ A Month Later ~

It’s been exactly one month since you’ve brought the rules into play and it’s honestly changed you a lot…in a good way of course. You were getting proper meals and had a somewhat good sleeping schedule. You and Steve agreed that if you broke any rules you’d be put in timeout since spankings well…that gives you a completely different feeling. Last night you had gone to bed around eleven thirty which is early for you and you also got up this morning around eight! It’s simple, but it made you proud of yourself and Steve was definitely proud of you. Every time you accomplished a task or followed any kind of rule he’d give you some praise which motivated you to get a lot of things done.

Tonight you planned on cleaning the kitchen and finishing the dishes, which shouldn’t be too hard. It’s about ten o’clock now, Steve had gone to bed early since he was exhausted. You had gotten in the shower before touching anything in the kitchen, which was kind of a mistake. Once you were showered and had the relaxed warm feeling you made your way to the couch to just sit for a little bit before cleaning. But that small sit turned into flipping through your book that you’ve been meaning to finish and sitting there for an hour or two. When you got the book you only read one chapter and just got busy with other things, but you felt like reading. By the time you decided to put the book down you noticed it was already one in the morning. You just looked at the clock and sighed, feeling a bit sad for not cleaning the kitchen and staying up past your bedtime. You stood up from your spot and stretched before making your way into the kitchen, if you were already up might as well finish what you were supposed to be doing.

The next morning you had finished the kitchen. Dishes were clean, counters were, floor was mopped, everything was clean. The only issue is waiting for Steve to wake up and come downstairs. It was only nine in the morning and you were still awake. You did feel a bit tired, but not enough to actually fall asleep. As you watched the morning cartoons you heard footsteps come from the hall, “Baby?” Steve called out. You cleared your throat before speaking “In the living room.” You answered. Steve walked around the corner, hair messy and his sleep pants hanging on his hips low, “What time did you get up?” He asked coming over to give your head a kiss before going to make some coffee. You stood up to follow him into the kitchen “I um…I didn’t go to sleep.” You said quietly. Steve stopped what he was doing and turned around “Oh?” He said before walking over to you “What time were you supposed to go to bed?” He questioned “Eleven?” You answered in a question. Your bedtimes were different during the week and weekends. Steve nodded his head “So why didn’t you go to bed?” You sighed softly and started to fiddle with your fingers. “I took my shower too late and got distracted.” You admitted. You learned that lying or not telling every detail made you sit in the corner longer than your normal timeout time.

After your confession Steve took your hand and made you follow him into the bedroom, “This is what’s going to happen.” He said while sitting you on the bed. You looked up at him from your spot on the bed. “You’re going to sleep and when you wake up you’ll have some lunch and then you go into timeout.” He explained. A frown made its way on your face “But why? I’ll be getting my sleep anyway.” You whined. Steve shook his head “You broke a rule.” He stated simply, “Now lay down and sleep.” He said as he pushed some of the covers down. Your pout never left your face, but you laid down anyway and let him cover you up and tuck you in. “I’ll wake you up in a bit.” He said before kissing your head and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. You didn’t realize how tired you were until you actually settled in and closed your eyes. You were asleep in seconds.

You don’t know how long you were asleep, but you woke up on your own and you could hear talking coming from the living room. You quietly got up and put your ear to the door. You were still tired, but you were curious. You could hear Steve and from what else you could hear Robin and Eddie were over. Your eyes widened slightly and made your way back to bed and cover back up. There is no way in hell you were going to sit in timeout while those two were here. You started to hear footsteps come closer to the room, so you closed your eyes and pretended you were asleep. The door slowly opened “Baby?” Steve said softly as he walked closer to you. You ignored him and continued your fake sleeping. Steve looked over you and pulled the covers over you some more. He leaned down and kissed your cheek “I know you’re awake.” He whispered in your ear. Your heart started to race, but you kept your eyes closed “I won’t make you come out since we have company. But once they leave you’re getting up.” He finished and got back up walking out to continue chatting with his friends.

When you heard the door close you sighed out and rubbed your face. Even when you’re “sleeping” he still discreetly reminds you of what you have to do, but in the end….it’s for your well being and you appreciated Steve so much.

#steve imagine #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #imagine #oneshot #fanfic #eddie munson #billy hargrove #steve harrington imagine #requests open

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harmonysixx · 2 months

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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers!!!

5 things I like about myself?? Jfksnrb Why are you doing this to me /j

Okay but really this was HARD.

Let's see...

1. I like my compassion. I can feel for almost anyone and anything. Not always good for my sanity but I like to think it's a good trait to have.

2. My eyes are blue and have little green freckles in them. Someone once said they look like ocean waves. I still love that and think about this compliment every once in a while.

3. While art and writers's block has been pretty stubborn the past few months, I do like my ability to create and my appreciation for art in general.

4. I am still proud of myself for getting over my own shame and finishing that silly fanfic earlier this year. I wrote it badly, but I wrote it!!

5. At first I wanted to list part of my family here but that may be a little too personal. So have this instead: My therapist and I recently discovered that I'm not just weird, but autistic! It explained SO much and honestly it was kinda. Nice. To know after living my whole life thinking I should be different. Makes it a little easier to love my stupid brain sometimes.

That took way too much time i've sat on this for multiple days?? But thanks for sending it to me!!

I'm very sorry but I won't send this to any of my followers. I'm waaay too scared of possibly annoying anyone :'D

#still need to work up the courage to message people #I know I have low self esteem but this was harder than I thought it would be #ask #tayanswers

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eurydicees · 6 months

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If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Thanks if you want to answer.....

yes you can absolutely ask!!! apologies for taking so long to answer!

i honestly am really proud of most of my fics, so it was unexpectedly hard to choose my top ones. but here r my top fics of mine, in order of oldest to newest:

a reflection on being empty, being whole, & being in love (tamakyo)

this was written at a time when i was in particular struggling w my own racial identity, and being able to sort through it via tamaki was super cathartic. i'm really proud of the writing overall, but i'm also just really proud of myself for beginning to put all of my emotions re: race and sexuality into words. it's also part 2 of the first ouran fics i wrote, and the response i got was so overwhelmingly kind that i just had to keep writing for them :)

the path to gold is paves with the bones of the monsters that came before us (sakuatsu, iwaoi)

aaa i love this one. i'm genuinely so proud of it. it was one of those fics that just kinda comes to you and that you have to get out immediately or you'll die. i spent a few days nonstop working on this instead of answering work emails (rip) but 100% worth it. i'm really proud of the character arcs in this story, and, with it being so much about passion and burnout and dreaming, it also just means a lot to me personally.

sutures (iwaoi)

i love the structure of this one, both writing-wise, character-wise, and plot-wise. it's hard to talk about this one, but i think about it sometimes. this was written when i realized i needed a fic like it, and i'm really proud of it.

fragments of moments in which you love him (tamakyo)

another tamakyo one, but a little more experimental. i'm really proud of the way i shaped this narrative, and the way i played with form and structure to do it. i totally forget what the inspiration to write it was, but i'm happy i did.

lifespan of the sparrow, caged versus free (iwaoi)

this one is among the least popular on the list, which like. that's fair. it's tagged with animal death and no one wants to read that. 100% understood. that being said, i'm really proud of this. it was one of the several fics that was entirely handwritten and then typed up later. this one in particular went through a LOT of editing, which isn't something i usually do, so that was an interesting process, but i'm really satisfied with the way it turned out. it's not as personal to me as some of the others on the list, but i do think it's some of the best writing and narratives i've done.

the man who moved oceans to find home and the one who swallowed his raw heart whole (iwaoi)

this one took me more than a year to write, and you can tell lol. it went through so much care and love from the moment i wrote the first scene to the moment it was published. this took everything in me to write, and it kinda got away from me in terms of length, but i'm so proud of what it became. i think it's some of the best character and relationship development/work i've done, and i just think everyone should read it. i'm just so genuinely happy with where this went.

a brief and unofficial history of the stars (tamakyo)

another one completely handwritten! hehe. anyways i really love this one. i'm proud of how beautiful the language became and all the metaphors and i'm really really satisfied with it. i'm also really excited by kyoya's character in this, because so much of it is about him as a person as opposed to him as someone in love with tamaki, which is often what he becomes in my fics. so i'm really proud of that.

to find something holy in the horror of your body (iwaoi)

this one is really personal to my life and experience and gender. everything i feel about gender is so deeply superimposed into this fic that sometimes i think about it and think i just wrote about my experience and called it iwaizumi's life. which is not 100% true, i do think i did well in staying with his character rather than it being a self-insert, but still a lot of this is about what i feel. so this one is incredibly personal. i'm also really excited by the structure of this one; this is a premise i've been playing with for a while, but this is the first way i've figured out how to write it down that works. it's one of two (2) fics that i've ever shown irl people, so that just further confirms how proud i am of it (the other one was the first tamakyo fic on this list lol).

ty for asking! this was such a fun list to make <3

#ask #now im so curious what other ppl's favorite fics of mine are #feel free to send an ask telling me 👀👀

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Behind the scenes for Necrosis please!

1, 6, 7, 11, 17, and 21

Okay let's see here, one essay coming up :)

1) How long did it take you to write this fic?

According to AO3, I published the first chapter on April 20th, 2023 and finished it on October 5th, 2023, so theoretically that's just about 5 and a half months. Of course that doesn't include writing that first chapter and planning it out.

Although, I have planning messages (I wrote my outline on Discord like a Normal Person) that I first wrote on March 29th of that year. So... like six and a half months or so? Give or take?

Damn, when I do the math I'm kind of insane for that.

6) What do you need to write? Is there anything special you need to do/have to help your creative flow?

I have to have some kind of background noise, but that's just a general necessity for me. I can't do complete silence or I can't function. My headphones are going like 70% of the day playing music or whatever.

Writing specifically though, and for Necrosis specifically since that's the focus of the ask, typically it was like, rain/castle/fireplace ambiance. This one was my go-to:

youtube

Sometimes I'd also use instrumental tracks/playlists depending on the vibes, or even my Emily playlist (the Twilight one, ofc... god the fact that I need to fucking specify...).

7) What inspired the idea for the plot?

Okay so honestly, with Necrosis I just kinda found the plot along the way.

I knew I wanted to do a sequel to Diplopia of some kind to really give myself a sandbox to play in and see where this story could potentially go. But, eventually I found what I would consider to be my three main plot points, what I would later consider to be the three main arcs or "acts" of the story: Mele and Emily's "unwitting motherhood" arc, the ball and the disaster that befell that, and what I like to call "The People vs. Aro Volturi."

Mele just kind of came to me in a flash of inspiration after scrolling through wikis and looking into Life and Death (genderbent Twilight) and to be honest, all of it kind of stems from that idea. Life and Death has a lot of similar beats in the backstory for the Volturi presented. Sulpicia witnessing Didyme's murder, reporting it, having Mele steal Aro's gift to give it to her before he's executed. Regency ends up two-thirds female, you get the idea. Shipping her with Jane was just me having some fun.

One of my HUGE big brain moments was me deciding to have Athenodora's murder be orchestrated by Aro because he knew that she knew about his sister. In the original story of Diplopia (the full thing, not the very original one shot), I had Athenodora be dead just to cut down on the chaos of the whole situation, but I actually took inspiration from Caius' canon backstory for it. He hates werewolves in canon because he was almost killed by one and is utterly terrified of them. In my version, he hates them because werewolves killed his wife.

The subplot of Necrosis with Emily finding Athenodora's journal and putting the pieces together about what actually happened is still something I'm very proud of because that wasn't the original intention of Athenodora being absent, and I'm also proud that I had Thena's knowledge be somewhat of a mystery as well, so the reader only realizes it once Emily points it out when she's delivering her litigation.

Anyways, that was a tangent for only one plot point.

I chose to have a ball in the middle because I feel like it can be a staple in Volturi fics, and also because I wanted to include some more traditional vampire-type tropes. I wouldn't go as far to call it like a "red herring" part of the fic since it seems like a weird distraction from the main plot...

And this is where I admit that the HARDEST part of planning this fic was figuring out the conflict, and ultimately I landed on another Twilight fic staple: Newborn army conspiracy.

I knew that whatever this conflict was, it was only meant to be a plot device/distraction from the actual conflict of the fic, which was Emily dealing with this forbidden knowledge about what happened to Didyme. But this plot also couldn't be entirely pointless because it had to lead to some type of explosion that lead Emily to announcing this information. It was a lot of complex pinboarding in my head. So, I kinda just landed on Newborn Vampire Army and let that do what it will.

Fun fact about that, if in that first group of newborns caught in chapter 2, one of those vampires seemed a liiiiittle personal (the one Emily executes herself), it's because I based him on my ex. So.

Anyways, naturally the last plot point was the main reason I wrote the whole fic. Didyme and all that backstory is an aspect of the Twilight lore that fascinates me because it's genuinely interesting, yet never mentioned or expanded upon and I LOVE fics that deal with it.

I had to leave little breadcrumbs leading up to it, and I even foreshadowed it in Diplopia when I had Emily tell Sulpicia that she was sure "someone [t]here has sororicide on their conscience." Which seems like a highly specific and odd detail unless You Know.

Necrosis was all about showing some growth for Emily. She's been in Survival Mode for most of her life, and now that she's comfortable, she can enter that Growth Stage of living. Diplopia wasn't about character development, at its core it was about me being silly. Necrosis' entire thesis is basically me flipping a fat bird to Stephenie Meyer's dumb and hypocritical tidbit about vampires being static beings incapable of developing. Emily has the ability to care about others and for the greater good, she just was never in a position to try.

Those three plot points kind of showcase those developmental phases. Caring for and helping Mele learn and grow (theoretically this parallels Eleven), letting herself be frivolous and enjoy herself for the hell of it (dressing up all fancy, dancing, this arc even opens with Emily in bed with Heidi to explore her sexuality), and then choosing to act in the interest of the greater good because it was the right thing to do.

So, tl;dr, Necrosis' plot was very complicated to map out because I had the different destinations I wanted, but had to do some work to chart the courses.

11) Was there a scene you hadn't originally planned to include? Why did you decide to fit it in?

To be honest, most of Necrosis happened as I planned it, convoluted as it was. There weren't many outtakes, if any that I can remember. I suppose there were tidbits that I'd debated about including or not before ultimately deciding to add them in anyways. Emily and Heidi being intimate springs to mind as one of these elements because I always had assumed that they had some type of physical relationship, but only really implied or mentioned in passing. I felt bold, though, and just decided "fuck it."

I did this silly doodle a while back using that lesbian eyeshadow meme as a template (it's not very good, be warned) and I've made memes about them having some type of intimate relationship.

Something else that I never did explicitly state but I've headcanoned since basically the veeeeeerry beginning was some type of similar relationship between Emily and Sulpicia, even if it was only like once or twice. Maybe in my mind I think the way it goes is that Heidi was very obviously some type of awakening for Emily and when she's confused by this, she asked Sulpicia what the fuck is going on and Emily basically has to get the "gay urges" talk from Picia. Then, perhaps similar to that bit in Game of Thrones with Daenerys and her handmaiden in the first season, Emily has Picia show her what to do with a woman before she tries to work her almost nonexistent charm on Heidi... tbh this might make for a good one shot.

Emily's the embodiment of repression, and she fell into a coven of actual slut vampires that do whatever they want is what I'm saying.

17) What was the hardest scene to write?

"Hard" can have multiple definitions. If we were to say scenes I was dragging my feet to get through, I'd probably say some of the ball scenes because they just weren't as meaty as I would have liked and I was itching to get to the chaos of the After.

Smut actually got easier overtime because I was practicing in private for little personal projects, but the hard part eventually became a wording issue. I've learned how to get nastier with it, but I know I need to hold myself back in certain regards because a) it's not the focus of the fic and b) not everyone is into hardcore smut. It's a balance that must be hit, but as one of my friends put it, "having to be eloquent about it is like pulling teeth."

Hard emotionally, I'd say that the bit in the last chapter when Emily and Caius are talking about outliving everything and everyone they knew. It was my last chapter and I hadn't intended for it to get that deep at all, but it was 2 AM and my brain just kind of led me down that angst ramble unplanned. Finishing Necrosis was always gonna be emotional for me and that just really hit a certain way. I actually had to stop and finish it in the morning because I had started crying over it.

It was the existentialism and my chronic "Emily Leaving Henry" guilt flaring up with a vengeance.

21) What was something you didn't expect people to notice or gravitate towards in this fic?

Something that was funny to me was how you in particular seemed suspicious of Mele and her actions lmao. I can totally see why, but honestly her quick acceptance of vampirism can be boiled down to three things:

1) In some ways she felt like some type of caricature of people who want to be vampires and would be like "yeah sure fuck it."

2) Plot Reasons/Mating Bond with Jane. Mating bonds/pulls aren't technically even a canon thing, but like eeeeeevery fic uses it to the point that it basically is canon. Another example of this is Caius being a painter. Not technically canon per se, but it's a pretty universally accepted headcanon.

3) I'm lazy. Somethings are just easier to handwave.

Although admittedly Mele being some type of twist villain would 100% be some type of shit I'd pull, so I don't blame people for thinking about it. It honestly hadn't ever crossed my mind because my lizard brain was focused on getting to Emily exposing Aro's secret.

And honestly, Emily trying "Caring for a Supernatural Child 2: Electric Boogaloo" was just such a fun concept.

I wonder if Eleven will ever know that she has several non biological/they're emotionally Emily's children siblings. One of them's also named Jane, how funny.

#take a shot every time i go on a pointless tangent rather than staying on the point cohesively #spoiler alert you'd be dead #fishgills speaks #fishgills ocs #twilight oc #oc ask game #fic ask game #beloved mutuals #my inbox is open

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